Goodnight Sweetheart, a tale by JayTee

Meggie had a secret smile on her face as she rinsed the soap from her body. She had spent longer than usual in the shower rubbing the suds onto her skin with slow long sensuous strokes. Her anticipation was growing, she didn’t know whether she or Simon would initiate their love making tonight; but she was sure it would be initiated. Tonight was the beginning of what promised to be an excellent weekend break. They were going up to London tomorrow early enough to do some shopping, then in the evening they had managed to acquire tickets for a West End show. Sunday was going to be a leisurely walk round the King’s Road then Carnaby Street before returning home. Meggie stepped from the shower, patted herself dry and wrapped a towel, turban like, around her head and went to join her husband in the bedroom. She stopped when she saw Simon had pulled a straight-backed chair out into the room and was seated, stark naked, facing her. She could feel her body tingling as he ran his eyes down from her head to her feet and back again, all the time smiling that smile she found so sexy.

“What are you doing there?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Well,” he said, “it has been quite a while since I spanked you, so I thought that we might start our weekend pleasures tonight.”

Meggie smiled, then half frowned. “You want to spank me here, over your knee?” she asked, remembering the one and only time she had assumed that particular position. Their spanking was usually very comfortable and sexy, with Meggie laid across his lap and the couch, or bed, well-supported and able to move her bottom freely. “The only time you spanked me like that was after I asked you to spank me firmly to help me with some issues I had. Do you want to spank me hard now? Have I been getting tense lately?” Meggie suddenly felt concerned as she continued “Have you got some problems, some pressures you want to relieve? If you do, you know you can spank me hard if you think it’ll help, but I would rather know if there is a problem.”

“No, no there is no problem,” Simon assured her. “I just thought we might try something a little different, I thought you might want to try another position, sorry I forgot that we have only used this position once, and it wasn’t exactly painless for you was it?” He reached out, put his hands on her hips and drew her to him, burying his head in her belly, kissing just below her navel. “Shall we just go to bed and cuddle, my love?” Simon himself was bothered now that Meggie might have misinterpreted his wishes, thought that he might want to hurt her. “I love spanking you,” he continued, whispering into her belly, causing her to shiver as his lips moved against her skin. “But you know I only want to spank you if you want the same thing, you never need to submit unless you feel the same way, never submit to being spanked just to please me.”

Meggie felt that well remembered queasiness beginning low down in her belly. She lifted Simon’s head with a hand at each side of his face, leaned down and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Of course I would want you to spank me just for your pleasure, or if you want to relieve some frustrations spank me hard if you want to, all I ask is you let me know so I can prepare,” she said smiling into his eyes. “Oh and yes, it is a good idea, I would love a spanking please, and can we try this, see if the sensations are different in this position. My frame of mind isn’t the same as it was the time you used this position and spanked me hard, it might be fun, it’ll certainly be different,” she finished with that impish grin she always seemed to use when she asked for a spanking.

Simon had to swallow a sudden lump in his throat as he looked at her with the love shining from his eyes. “That is a wonderful generous thing to say, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to try this?”

Meggie’s reply was to remove the towel from her head as she moved to Simon’s right, wanting to be naked for him, to symbolically reveal everything to him, her needs, her wishes, her willingness. She reached up to brush her still damp hair back, knowing this stretched her lean body, tightened and raised her breasts, thrust them out towards him. Then she leaned forward, used Simon’s left leg for support as she lowered herself over his lap, dropping her hands to the carpet, walking herself forward on her fingers and toes, shuffling herself into the position she remembered offered her bare bottom perfectly. This felt strange to Meggie, and for once she was almost shy about her body. She surrendered herself to the sensations of her bare belly against Simons’s legs, then her groin, she felt his hardness digging into her side and wondered what it felt like for him, rubbing against her side like that. She realised her bottom was now high in the air, was acutely aware of her position, felt coolness around her legs and bottom and especially between her legs, even the carpet fibers felt different now. She wriggled her bum slightly, enjoying the feel of Simon’s hardness at her side, the feel of his strong legs beneath her groin. “Is this alright? Am I in the right place?” she asked in a voice lacking her usual confidence. She could feel a slight underlying apprehension as her body recalled the pain she had felt the last time she adopted this very vulnerable position.

All of Simon’s senses seemed heightened as he watched his wife push her hair back, he enjoyed the way her breasts swayed so invitingly as she leaned over and positioned herself over his lap. Her bare flesh felt delicious against his own naked thighs, he felt a tingle run through him as her side brushed his manhood, he delighted in the way her cheeks moved as she shuffled into a higher position. He was astounded at the generosity that enabled her to perform an act which others might find undignified just for their mutual pleasure. His whole being was now concentrated on this one shared experience. He reached out and reverently caressed her cool, firm bottom and legs, returning to circle his right palm over each gorgeous orb. He heard Meggie’s words as he was stroking her and smiled. “You are perfect, sweetheart, absolutely perfect.” Simon lifted his hand and let it drop. He made no attempt to spank as such, not snapping his hand down to stimulate her surface skin, not driving it down to drive the pain through to her muscles. He was just enjoying the feeling as his hand landed on her bottom, loving the way her flesh gave beneath his landing palm, the cool, soft yet firm resilience of her wonderful body. Simon enjoyed this different sensation so much he repeated it at least eight times then began to caress her sweet bare bottom again. He saw that her bottom was only faintly changed, just a hint of pink, he slid a single finger along the cleft of her bottom, smiling as her cheeks instinctively tightened, then ran his palm along her creamy smooth thighs and back. His left hand he ran up and down her spine, the fingernails scraping gently, he felt a shock run through him as Meggie shivered causing her side to rub against his hardness again. Simon began lifting his hand and dropping it again, content for now just to enjoy the new sensations, happy to enjoy the sight of a beautiful willing bottom offered for his pleasure alone. He became aware that Meggie was wriggling her bottom slowly from side to side, just small movements, as though impatient to feel deeper sensations. Simon leaned down to kiss each sweet cheek in turn, savoring the creamy softness, the warmth, the fresh soapy smell of just washed flesh.

As he straightened, Simon began to pat his wife’s bottom. These pats were proper little spanks, not hard enough to cause any discomfort or pain, but designed to alert his wife that he was ready to start spanking in earnest. He saw his wife’s bottom become still, then seem to thrust up slightly to meet his hand, heard her sigh of pleasure, and knew that she, like him was ready. He began to slap at her bottom at random, snatching his hand back as soon as it stung the surface, just wanting to warm her flesh, wanting to make the glorious pink appear. Slowly he increased the force of each slap, still careful though to only sting the surface, to bring the blood rushing up. Simon was mesmerised by this part of a spanking, drowning in the sight of his wife’s bottom slowly changing shades, the feel of his palm against her flesh, the sound, the way her flesh wobbled and shook, but most of all the generosity of her gift to him. Although Simon was lost in these sensations he was very careful to cover every inch of Meggie’s bottom many times over, striving for that uniform delicious pink he loved so much. Eventually he slowed then stopped these rapid, teasing little smacks and began to caress her bottom and thighs again. He became aware that Meggie was using her hands and feet to slowly rock backwards and forwards on his lap, he realised she was actually using this movement to stimulate herself! Smiling he slid his right hand along the soft cool flesh of her inner thigh, letting the back of his hand rub against her centre, feeling not just heat and moisture but a definite wetness. He felt her legs tighten, briefly trapping his hand. “Meggie you minx, I do believe you are enjoying this rather a lot,” he chuckled

When Meggie felt her husbands hand leave her bottom and then drop again, she was relieved but also mystified, this feeling was like no other she had felt. Her body relaxed as it realised what her mind already knew, this was not a firm spanking as on the last occasion she had bent over his lap like this, he was going to gradually warm her bottom. . Meggie closed her eyes and sank into her own little world of sensations and feelings, aware as never before the strength of her husband as his heavy hand rose and fell. The sense of latent power was incredible, she now fully understood how vulnerable she really was in this position, she fantasised about how hard he could spank her if he really tried. When Simon stopped to caress her cheeks then resumed lifting his hand and dropping it, Meggie enjoyed the sensation but was eager to feel less latent power, she wanted that glorious heat to be generated, that heat that inflamed her passion beyond belief. Without realising it her bottom betrayed her eagerness, moving slowly but insistently, signaling her needs.

Meggie felt Simon move his hand down to the join between her right thigh and buttock, had to steady herself as he leaned forward, felt his warm breath on her bare cheeks and smiled as he kissed each cheek so softly. Meggie almost purred as Simon lifted his hand

clear and began to pat her bottom gently, slowly increasing the strength of each delicious slap. She was in no pain at all, she knew how much Simon loved this part of the spanking, she loved it too, but more as a means of releasing hormones, a precursor that would let her receive harder smacks later, smacks that would generate even more heat and passion. Meggie surrendered herself to her husband’s attentions and the sensation of heat that was slowly spreading out from that sensitive site of his attention. As Simon covered all of her bottom with these fast, gently stinging smacks, the heat accumulated to such a wonderful delicious feeling. Now she felt no apprehension at all about her vulnerable position, she reveled in it, she hoped that Simon was enjoying this different view, hoped every single slap gave him pleasure. Her body had become aware that in this position her weight was not evenly distributed, but was concentrated on her groin. She could feel his hard thighs right beneath her, and without thinking she used this to rub herself, letting these pleasurable sensations add to the heat of her naked bottom. Meggie rocked herself backwards and forwards, not caring at all what she must look like, lost in a sea of pure sensation. Meggie was vaguely aware that the wonderful slapping had stopped, she was still rubbing herself, the heat was still spreading but now she craved more. When Simon ran his hand along her thigh and between her legs, Meggie briefly squeezed his hand between her legs, torn between one urgent need being assuaged and the need for more and more heat. She almost immediately released his hand, knowing she wanted the heat then the other need fulfilled. She heard Simon’s chuckle and his words. She thrust herself up on her hands and feet, offering her bare bottom, willing him to smack it, gasping out, “Yes I am, now please, smack me harder, slower but harder, please darling, please don’t stop.” She strained harder onto her fingertips and toes, willing him to take his pleasure.

Simon had always been totally, head over heels in love with his wife, her humour, her generosity of sprit, her body, her attitudes and beliefs, all the complexities of character that made her his unique Meggie. Now as he saw her strain up to him, offering her tender flesh to him, asking him to spank her, saw her total trust in him he felt an all consuming lust, never had he seen such an uninhibited display. This was, to Simon, an offering of every hidden part of Meggie, a total commitment to their love. He whispered, “of course sweetheart,” and raised his hand to snap it down onto the top of her right buttock, hard enough to elicit a small gasp from Meggie, hard enough to make a white patch on her cheek, a patch that quickly turned pinker. He shared another spank with Meggie, this time on the top of her left cheek, again she gasped, but this time it sounded more like a gasp of pleasure. He saw her bottom lower again, felt her groin settle onto his thighs again, and saw her begin to rub herself against his leg as she had before. Without thinking Simon began to smack his wife’s rosy bottom each time she trust it forward. He delighted now at each sharp slapping sound, each gasp of pleasure from Meggie, he drank in the way each buttock showed a white patch that quickly turned pink as he alternated between each cheek. He made no attempt to count the smacks, just worked down and up her bottom, alternating between her now glowing bare cheeks. He noticed that Meggie was now putting more pressure on her forward thrusts as he smacked her bottom, Her side was creating a desperate need in him too as it rubbed against his hardness. Her hips were moving quicker back into a position to receive his next gift, so he automatically increased the speed of his spanking, so Meggie began to thrust harder and faster all the time gasping as each smack landed. Simon became aware of wetness on his thighs at the same time as he saw just how red her bottom had become. He stopped spanking her and began to caress her now warm cheeks. He slipped a hand down between her legs, amazed at the heat and wet he discovered. “Enough sweetheart? He whispered, voice made husky by lust and love.

Meggie knew, and didn’t care, that she had abandoned all dignity when she thrust her bottom up as a gift to Simon, when she begged him to spank her harder. She gasped at the new pain as he smacked her sharply but almost instantly she felt the increased pleasure as the pain was transmuted to heat and passion. By the second smack her body had already started to accept the smacks as fuel for her urgent need and she lowered her groin back onto Simon’s lap and began rubbing herself against him again. As the wonderful heat that was emanating from her fiery cheeks seemed to reach out to join the feelings she was causing in her loins a tiny part of her mind was aware of her wanton behaviour, but she was way beyond that now, she would analyse later. For now all she wanted was for this spanking to go on and on, she wanted her husbands hand to spread the heat all over her body, from this one central point. Meggie felt the pain but her mind ignored that, concentrating only on the pleasure. Her hips thrust faster and faster, the smacks still made her gasp, but she gasped in pleasure. She lost all track of time, her eyes were closed and the only thing that existed now was the heat spreading from her bottom and the increasing need for release her movements were causing. She felt a wet squelching where she was rubbing but cared not at all, she was like an addict that needed only one thing, but her drug was giving a high that no other drug could give.

When she felt Simon’s hand slip between her legs and realised he had stopped spanking her she was bereft, she felt cheated, desperate. When she heard his words her body replied before she spoke. Meggie pushed his left leg away so all her weight was concentrated on one delicious hot spot. She lifted her left arm and wrapped it round Simon’s back, her right arm she wrapped round his left thigh. The awkwardness and discomfort of this position was immaterial, all Meggie wanted, needed was for more pressure and sensation between her legs, but she knew she also craved more heat. She almost sobbed in her frustration, as she wailed, “NO, you CAN’T stop now, smack me harder, please just do it Simon, smack me!” Her hips automatically began to rub her crutch urgently against his right thigh in short urgent movements.

Simon was too lost in the moment to be amazed at his wife. He saw and felt her change position, felt her nails in his back, felt the urgency in her thrusting hips, was captivated by the sight of her naked, red shiny cheeks thrusting back and forth. When he heard her words Simon instinctively slapped his wife’s bare bottom harder, hearing a yelp of pain, feeling her thrust even harder. He repeated the smack and heard her yell, “yes, harder,” her voice a mixture of pain and desperation. Lost in the moment Simon smacked his wife even harder, and as she shouted “YES” he repeated the slaps. He had spanked his wife harder once at her request but he knew she had to be feeling real pain now. However she kept yelling yes each time he laid his hand firmly across her bottom. Her bottom was red and shiny with sweat now, he could see sweat trickling down her flanks, he had never ever even imagines such an erotic sight. Simon could feel his wife’s centre, wet an hot, sliding up and down his right thigh on its’ own lubrication. As Meggie thrust ever harder and faster and her yells became a constant “YES, YES, YES” he kept pace with her totally lost to the moment. Suddenly Meggie gave a final louder cry and went rigid, her legs locked round his thigh, now just rocking her crutch against his thigh. Her back arched, her nails dug into his back, and as she shuddered Simon delivered three final spanks, stopping and caressing her hot, bright red cheeks now as she collapsed over his lap again. He could see sweat glistening all over her body, was mesmerised by her body, so still now except for her heaving flanks as she fought for breath. Simon slipped a hand along her thighs, back along her inner thighs and brushed her still hot centre, smiling as another shudder shook all her body. He began to slowly, gently wipe sweat from her, caressing every part of her he could reach. As she quietened and he saw her breathing return to normal he whispered “Have I told you recently just how much I love you sweetheart?”

He saw Meggie slide from his lap to kneel between his legs, resting her cheek on her forearm, supported on Simon’s left leg. She smiled up at him, her eyes glistening with love, pride and unshed tears. To him she had never looked so beautiful. “Did you enjoy that?” he said, “did I hurt you too much? Your bottom looks so wonderful now, but it must be tender.”

When Meggie implored Simon to spank her harder, she was beyond caring about anything. Her position wasn’t important, all that mattered was her two urgent needs which were now as one. She trust down hard and fast onto Simon'’ thigh, rubbing herself against him, when the first hard slap landed she yelped, but she was so grateful, she she called out for more pain/heat/pleasure and yelled triumphantly as Simon guaged her needs and then she just kept yelling yes. She could feel the pain, but she could feel something wonderful too. A heat like no other was spreading from her bottom to her loins, and that, along with the rubbing sensation was building an explosion of passion that could not, would not be contained. Each hard smack that landed caused her to cry yes in pain and need. Her movements became harder and faster, her bottom was now on fire, but that didn’t matter because her whole being was being transformed. Suddenly it was though something deep inside her had let go, it was like an electric charge that ran along every nerve, her brain felt frazzled. She went rigid with the feeling, she had to fight to remain conscious, somewhere she knew her bottom was smacked again, was aware she was digging her nails into Simon. How long the orgasm lasted Meggie didn’t know. It was so intense time had no meaning.

Meggie felt her body collapse back over her husband’s lap as though every bone had been surgically removed. She was gasping for breath, but other than that she was so limp she thought she might beparalysed. When Simon slipped a hand between her legs and another orgasm, almost an echo, ran up her spine to her brain and she shuddered she knew it was real. Meggie wanted to freeze time and stay like this for ever, never had she felt such a release, never felt such peace. Slowly she became aware of her body, the red-hot heat in her bum, the cooling sweat, and the feel of Simon beneath her groin. When she heard her husband’s words she knew it had been so good for him too, knew he had enjoyed her pleasure and shared it. She felt love pouring out to him, felt pride that she was the one he had chosen to share this with.

Meggie slid off his lap because she wanted to tell him with her eyes how much she loved him, how proud she was of what they shared. She smiled as he spoke to her and answered, “Yes I loved it, you have spanked me harder but yes my bum is on fire, but what a wonderful fire. I had no idea I could have such an intense orgasm just from a spanking.” Meggie reached out with her hand to cup Simon’s testicles as she levered herself up onto her knees and continued. “I cannot tell you how grateful I am I met you, but please let me show you just a tiny bit how much I love your body, as you love mine.”

They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes with total love and trust until Meggie ducked her head down towards him. Simon settled back and closed his eyes, drowning as he felt the warmth envelop him.

The End © JayTee