Trying Out the Toys -  A tale by JayTee

 “I’m home!” Simon shouted as he closed the front door, knowing that Meggie was home because her coat was already hung up and he could smell garlic bread being warmed. He quickly removed his topcoat, jacket and tie and put on his old dressing gown, feeling himself sliding into the weekend and walked through to the kitchen. Meggie was by the stove stirring a pot, she smiled over her shoulder at Simon, purred her approval as Simon pulled her close by her hips and kissed her lips, the kiss lingering as Meggie’s buttocks brushed against his groin. “Hi sweetheart, had a good day?” he whispered as he reluctantly parted.

“Not bad at all,” Meggie replied, still smiling, eyes half closed, “I went to the sale at lunchtime; we got the table by the way.” Deftly she spooned spaghetti boulognaise onto two shallow dishes. They both liked their sauce added in the pan to the pasta … and plenty of it. Quickly Meggie opened the oven door and swapped the garlic bread from the oven tray to a warmed plate and carried them through to the living room, Simon trailing, admiring his wife’s bottom clearly defined through her sheer silk dressing gown. “No VPL” he mused to himself, feeling himself stirring … beginning to speculate about later, wondering about how her bottom would look over his knee. Mentally he shook himself.

He saw that Meggie had set their old table, looked round and saw why; today’s purchase was against the wall. A large circular slab of decorated rosewood, in its’ storage position, upright to save space. Not only was it a fine decorative piece, it would make a superb dining table when they entertained, a real conversation piece. “Wow!” he exclaimed, “it looks even better in situ, good spot sweetheart, did we have to pay much?” He already knew Meggie would not waste their money, he trusted her judgement far more than his own when it came to house décor. But he knew Meggie would either want to justify an over spend, or brag about a bargain. Simon loved to watch her face when she did this, the animation, the expressions. His wife was a constant source of wonder to him.

“Half of what I said it was worth!” Meggie enthused, her face lighting up as she remembered the excitement of bidding even as she had kept her face and voice calm. “The dealers must have been at another sale, another hundred and there would still have been a profit in it for them. I was so pleased I bought a box of miscellaneous stuff from a house clearance just for the Buddha over there,” Meggie continued animatedly even as she rolled her fork in the spaghetti and held a spoon under it as she brought it to her mouth. Simon glanced across at the dark bronze statuette and nodded; though truth be known he was more fascinated by his wife’s strong white teeth, the way she drew the spaghetti into her mouth, the way her eyes flashed with pleasure at her purchase. Tonight though, there was something else, it was if she was bubbling with an inner secret. Simon's body again began to stir as he speculated whether Meggie had decided a spanking would be a great way to end the day. A quick mental review made him aware it was eight days since he and Meggie had shared a spanking. He bent over his dish and concentrated on the food, they ate in silence for a while, both seeming to be aware of a rising tension between them, both looking up and smiling when their eyes met. They forced themselves to break the silence occasionally, chatting inanely about minor domestic and work issues. Eventually they cleaned their plates with the garlic bread and Meggie instructed Simon, “You go sit on the couch, I’ll make the coffee.”

Without rushing Simon did as he was bade, his mind still playing with images of how his wife would look later with her bottom reddened by his hand, how they’d make love. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee assailed his nostrils; he looked up to see Meggie carrying a tray over, which she placed on a small side table, not the coffee table in front of the couch. Simon's curiosity was mildly piqued but he soon realised why when Meggie went over to the sideboard and fetched over a largish cardboard box, four feet long, but only two feet wide and deep. Simon guessed it was not heavy by the ease with which she carried and put it on the coffee table. Meggie joined Simon on the couch, curling her legs under herself, leaning close against Simon's chest, one of the positions they spent many an hour watching TV, talking, and sharing each others’ company.

She began to remove items from the box saying “I only wanted the Buddha for a tenner, but I got this.” As the coffee table slowly filled she occasionally passed a gleeful comment. “Wedgwood,” she said as she revealed a piece of pottery, “Hallmark Birmingham silver,” when she revealed a tea set, “scrimshaw,” she enthused over a carved bone sailing ship. The table filled with sixteen items, seven of which Meggie commented on. “I bet I can sell these for more than I paid for the Buddha and the table, or shall we keep them, they are an investment.” Simon smiled indulgently at his wife’s enthusiasm, enjoying the light in her eyes, her flushed cheeks, and the movement of her body against his as she reached into the box. He sipped his coffee and still felt his wife had held something back, a real treasure? If it had been something with high monetary value she would have said, he knew his wife very well. Was it something rare, or something very artistic? Mentally he shrugged … all would be revealed soon.

“Whatever you decide sweetheart,” he murmured, “we can afford to keep them for a rainy day, we are comfortable enough. Great buy though sweetheart, I’m proud of you,” he said, reaching down to brush her lips with his. The kiss became deeper, their mouths parting, tongues probing. His eyes opened wide, his breathing was deep as he fought for control as Meggie eased him away, finally breaking the kiss. “Mmmm that was lovely,” she laughed, “but later, let me clear these away then I’ve got a surprise.” Simon drank coffee, let his eyes follow Meggie as she took her new finds across to the sideboard cupboard and stored them away. Finally she rejoined him on the sofa, hardly able to keep still, something had obviously gripped her.

“I bought that box for the Buddha,” Meggie began, “it was listed as miscellaneous bric-a-brac. I bet the house clearer would be annoyed if he knew how much we got for our money.” Meggie took a deep calming breath before she continued in a much quieter tone, “I hope the clearer didn’t know what else was in the box … and if they did I hope they realise I didn’t know. Anyway look what else I found right at the bottom of the box”

Simon's eyes went wide, he went very still as his wife removed a number of items one by one from the box and laid them on the table. Some of the items he recognised from a stupid Anne Summers party he and Meggie had not been able to politely refuse, others he had heard about or seen pictures of. First she took out a flogger, but far better quality than the cheap sex toys of Anne Summers. This had a fancy leather embroidered handle and the lashes seemed to be made of some sort of rubber. Simon felt a thrill rush through his body as Meggie ran the lashes through her fingers so the flogger was fully extended on the table. Next Meggie took out two items she laid side by side. Two items that would have been innocuous had it had not been for the flogger. A large flat wooden hairbrush was laid next to a table tennis bat. Meggie glanced quickly up at Simon to see how he had reacted, pleased to see he was as shocked and surprised as she had been, but also like her, his lips were parted and his eyes had that look in them she knew so well. Bending to her task Meggie drew out two more items, one without the other would have been so prosaic as to be not worth a second glance; but taken in with the other items it took on a new meaning. Meggie carefully placed the eighteen-inch, flexible plastic ruler next to the seventeen-inch, two-inch wide piece of leather that looked like it had been cut from an ordinary belt because it had holes and a tapered end. Wordlessly Meggie reached into the box and with both hands drew out a piece of highly polished wood that Simon at first thought might be a bread board till he realised it was more oval and had a longer handle. A paddle he understood … a paddle someone had taken a lot of time and trouble to burnish till the grain shone. He became aware of Meggie putting a further brace of items down on the table, an ordinary household slipper and a leather version of the paddle, not quiet as wide, not as flexible as Simon would have expected. Silently, mesmerised he watched Meggie use two hands to take out a leather strap, an odd strap, fully four inches wide but split for three quarters of its’ twenty inch length into two, two inch strips. The handle end had been narrowed to a comfortable two and a half inches. Simon could make out some engraving on the strap.

Meggie seemed to hesitate, seemed to fight herself, then she nodded fiercely and reached into the box. Simon had thought he couldn’t be surprised again that night but he was! Wordlessly Meggie laid three more items on the coffee table. Firstly a piece of bamboo with a curved end which Simon immediately recognised from old films as a school cane, the type used in many British schools until the late 60’s. The cane was thin, obviously flexible and about three feet along the straightest part. Next to this Meggie placed a thicker straight cane, not bamboo but a stiffer, smoother wood. This cane was about thirty-nine inches long and had a leather grip that Simon thought was very similar to the handle on his squash racquet. Finally a purple velvet covered item joined the others on the table. This looked to be about two and a half feet long, looked like a cane covered with velvet, but different. It had a looped end obviously designed to go over the owner’s wrist. Meggie lifted the box clear of the table and spread the remaining eleven articles, arranging them almost as a display of artwork. She looked up at Simon then down again, blushing, looked up and down again. Simon kept a reassuring but quizzical smile on his face. He knew Meggie had kept the items for a reason, knew and trusted her enough to know she would have thrown them out if she thought that was the best course of action. He had been spanking Meggie for some years now, they both adored the closeness it brought, the absolute trust needed and engendered. They both realised the potential for these articles, Simon supposed Meggie had thought this through; perhaps she was going to enjoy sharing her amusement at her find, perhaps something more. Simon was confident he would be happy with whatever Meggie had decided.

“I couldn’t find out where they came from,” Meggie spoke speculatively, “but they were clean, not dusty. I wonder if they were used recently or whether like most house clearances it was the final partner of a couple that died. I imagine someone keeping memories alive by keeping these in such good condition.” Simon had heard Meggie make up such little stories many times to explain mysteries, he heard her continue. “I wonder if they were always hidden in the box away from prying eyes of relatives and children? Or whether they had a special place for them? I do so hope they had loads of fun with them, do you think they did? Do you like the way they look Simon?”

The entreaty in Meggie’s voice, her attempts to meet his gaze then her looking down at her lap alerted Simon to the importance Meggie attached to his answer. He drained his cup to gain time then spoke, surprising himself at the huskiness in his voice. “I think they look great sweetheart,” he opined honestly, “some look erotic, some look nasty, but they all look good to me. I wonder though if the reality would be as good as the looks and the fantasies?”

“Yes there is always that,” Meggie said seriously. Now the conversation had taken on the flavour of a debate Meggie had calmed somewhat but she still looked a little flushed and excited to Simon. “When I found them in the bottom of the box it was a shock, but then I realised what they were, it blew my mind. I’ve been thinking about them all afternoon, didn’t know whether to show you them or throw them away. In the end I decided it was only fair to show you them. I wanted to see if you were as excited and as repelled as me. All afternoon I thought … how would it feel, would it hurt … then I’d think No it’s not them, it’s your hand I want, then I’d think again … but it’d be a different feeling.” Meggie seemed to deflate, “I don’t know what I think,” she finished lamely.

Simon smiled and hugged his wife close, enjoying the warm softness of her body. “I know what you mean sweetheart,” he began, “I’ve only just seen them and already I am on a roller coaster. Excitement at the thought,” His voice trailed away, “Guilt,” he continued, “guilty that I could actually consider causing you pain with these things and enjoy it, even though I know how much you love to have your bottom spanked. Even knowing how often you have encouraged me to spank you harder.” Like Meggie, his voice tailed off, as he finished, “Difficult isn’t it?”

Meggie twisted in Simon's arms to look up at him. Her expression mirrored his, speculation, confusion, excitement, and hesitation. “Now we have both seen them and we have both admitted they have an effect on us I think we better talk about them, don’t you?”

Simon almost absently reached down and kissed Meggie’s lips briefly before replying. “Yes I think we should.” He settled back gathering his thoughts as Meggie once more rested on his chest. Meggie was proud that they could share silence together; neither feeling any pressure to break it till the other partner was ready. In his own good time she felt Simon stir. She again looked up into his eyes.

“Visually I find these things erotic in the extreme,” he began. “My mind is awash with images of what you would look like, how I could decorate your bottom. Then I think of the discomfort,” Simon hesitated, then honest as always, cleared his throat and continued, “No let’s be honest the pain you’d endure for my pleasure. I wonder if I could use these gently, could resist the temptation to make a personal mark on your bottom. I would rather die than hurt you in a way that might cause you to abandon your trust in me.”

Meggie felt her heart melt, felt a lump in her throat; her eyes felt hot with tears that were waiting to be shed. Unable to reply yet, but wanting to communicate, she reached up and kissed Simon, sucked on his lower lip, stretched the lower lip with her teeth then laid a series of feather light kisses along his mouth. “Thank you sweetheart,” she whispered back in control now, “I know you would, it’s just one of the things I love about you.” She kissed the tip of Simon's chin and continued, “These things though, these toys for want of a better word do fascinate me. Some of them I think I’d love to try, even knowing they’ll sting so much. Some I am just curious about and some I am frightened of. Even those I am scared of though draw me; fascinate me in a way that is so strong it makes my stomach crawl with fear, yet at the same time they won’t leave my brain alone!” Meggie finished with a nervous laugh but even though obviously embarrassed she resolutely met Simon's gaze. Just as Simon took a breath to reply Meggie blurted out: “And Simon, I’ve told you before, if you ever want to spank me hard for your pleasure; want to spank me when I am not in the mood; or even give me another spanking when I’ve let you know I’ve had enough you can. You do things for me when you are not in the mood. I know it’s not the same but I’ve seen you take aspirins before bed and yet after you settled you still made love to me, made an effort to satisfy me when I made advances. Throughout our marriage you have always shown me in so many ways how much you love me. You have given me so much pleasure with our love making and the spankings we shared.”

It was Simon's turn to have no other recourse but to kiss his wife, to show with actions what he could never put into words. Eventually they parted and smiled into each other’s eyes. Simon drew Meggie close and thought again.

“Meggie, my love,” he whispered when he had gathered his thoughts. “Some outsider might think I am the dominant partner, but you and I know we walk side by side, partners in love and life. You love being spanked and I adore spanking you. However you know I am always afraid of going too far, of hurting you unbearably. Often you encourage me to spank you harder, heck beg me to. Sometimes I tell you how hard and how many spanks I want to give you, spanks that you accept so graciously, sometimes joyfully even as you squeal. I’ve known you thank me for those spanks then ask for the same again! The point is though that you are as much in control as me, it’s a shared thing even if only implied sometimes. If we do decide to errr play with your toys as you call them it is so important for me that you let me know exactly how you are feeling. You absolutely MUST tell me to stop if you even think you have felt enough.”

Meggie grew still at the words as she realised they had just passed a line, a line she was honest enough to admit she wanted to cross. Now despite her churning stomach she felt a hot rush from her groin, a physical manifestation of her need. Having once more got her way Meggie was woman enough to be graceful in victory. “Thank you Simon,” she whispered. “I’m glad you’ve actually used the word play, because I know that’s what I’d like to do; play and experiment. I want to start nice and gentle, find out what each feels like; maybe find out how quickly each gets me to that place we both know I love; that chasm that opens, the very edge of pain and pleasure.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Meggie continued, “I still love the feel of your hand, want most of my spankings to be over your knee with your hand slapping my backside, but my mind is so full of questions about these things now; questions that are demanding answers.” As she finished Meggie became still and calm but her stomach still churned a hot surge of need and passion boiled between her legs, she almost expected Simon to sweat because of the heat she was giving off, how could he not be aware?

Simon listened to his wife, felt his own sex drive rising, forced himself to remain still even as his eyes moved between Meggie’s face and the toys on the table. He knew every nuance of speech and gesture of his wife. By her voice he knew how serious she was, from her body language he knew how she felt. The way she moved her left leg back and forth a few inches, squeezing her thighs tight indicating as clearly as a written billboard Meggie was turned on by the thought of submitting to the kiss of these toys. “OK sweetheart,” he smiled, “I suppose I can force myself to indulge you.” He was inordinately pleased when he felt and heard Meggie chuckle, every day he amused or pleased her was a success for him. “We’ll sort these out in the order you want to try them, softest first, leave the canes till last. We’ve got nothing on this weekend maybe we can try quite a few? Let's see how we both feel, mainly you though.”

As she knew he intended Meggie felt the tension ease at his small joke, but then felt the excitement and anticipation soar in her heart, her belly, between her legs. Now the moment was here she again wanted to beg him to start, beg him to forget it, knew she would never be satisfied now until she knew once and for all. However there was one need she knew HAD to be dealt with now before she exploded. She shuffled about on Simon's lap, “OK that’s a great idea,” she enthused even as she lay across her husband’s lap. “But before we do that I want you to spank my bottom, I want it to sting a little and be rosy and warm while we sort the toys out.” Meggie reached back knowing she should feel shame but feeling only her need, her passion and not a little pride in the pleasure she knew her husband would feel. “Quite a long spanking please love, not too hard, just a sting that’ll last a while,” she finished as she tugged her gown up, baring her eager bare buttocks to whatever was Simon's pleasure.

Even as Meggie pulled her gown over her hips, revealing her pert sweet cheeks Simon's hand was trailing behind the silk, stroking her thighs then her warm soft bottom. So eager was he, so wrapped in the moment he only briefly caressed Meggie’s buttocks, a pastime he could indulge in for hours usually, before he raised his hand and began to slap quickly but lightly at Meggie’s eager buttocks. He let his hand fall where it would raining down sharp little smacks all over her cheeks and the creases at the top of her thighs. At one point he smacked real high on each cheek eight times in quick succession to raise the hue there to the same delicious pink as the rest of Meggie’s bottom. Gradually as he felt his wife pressing her hips down onto his thighs he increased the speed of the slaps, letting his hand drive a little deeper, but still snatching it back so the palm stung the surface rather than hurt. When Meggie began to wriggle her bottom and breathe faster Simon landed four final harder slaps and stopped. He let his hand rest on Meggie’s now warm bottom and looked in amazement at his wife’s face, which was turned to her left. She looked hypnotised, as if she was in the grip of a spell!

As Meggie cast aside her inhibitions and dragged her gown up she felt Simon's hand begin to slap and felt herself sink into a sea of pleasure, the need changing to a deep enduring charge of ecstasy. God she was ready for this! Because she had lived with her fantasies all afternoon, fuelled them by talking to Simon and revealing and handling the toys, she was oh so ready for Simon to provide the means of igniting her. Now in an incandescent blaze she felt her body tensing and relaxing, making itself ready to finally explode. She had no idea her bottom was squirming, was only vaguely aware she was thrusting into Simon's thighs, and just knew Simon's hand was adding wave upon wave of pleasure. Meggie moved her head to her right, saw the toys so innocently, yet artfully displayed and couldn’t stand anymore. Internally she went still then her orgasm rolled along every nerve end, her brain seemed to flash and short circuit, how long it lasted she neither knew nor cared but she almost fainted and turned her head to the other side, seeing Simon as if through a haze. She heard him call her name and knew she should answer, knew she must, but first she had to learn to breathe again.

Simon kept his gaze fixed on his wife, her eyes were unfocused, her breathing was ragged but slowing and there was a sheen of sweat on her neck, face and bottom. Her hair was sticking to her temples, but to Simon she looked gorgeous, as lovely as he had ever seen her. He reached down ant tenderly brushed her hair from her brow, and let his right hand brush softly over her beautifully warmed bottom. He whispered Meggie’s name and when she didn’t respond said louder but tenderly, “Meggie, sweetheart, you still with me, enjoying yourself?” He squeezed her shoulder gently, said her name a little louder, squeezed Meggie’s left buttock softly. He saw Meggie’s eyes regain their focus and felt her shudder as she smiled dreamily up at him. “Mmmm” she said; wonder in her voice, “that was delicious.” She stretched her whole body along the couch, her toes to her hands, Simon watched joyously as the muscles of her leg and arms became clearly defined. He admired the tightness of her pert bottom as she clenched and relaxed her buttocks, he reveled in the feel of her warmed cheeks beneath his palm. “I really needed that, I’ve wanted it all afternoon, thank you my love.” Her smile became impish as she continued, “I can feel you against me, shall we take care of you now?”

Simon laughed and playfully slapped her left cheek. “They have not swollen or started to ache yet, I am OK for a while. Anyway I thought you wanted to sort out your new toys while your bottom was still warm? It looks warm and rosy to me.” With that Simon administered two sharp slaps, one to each cheek, chuckling as a gasp was forced from Meggie.

“You beast,” she said even as her smile belied the words. Since recovering from her orgasm induced trance Meggie had been aware of the heat in her bottom, relished it even. She still felt ready for more spanking, but was content now that it would come in time. She moved her attention from Simon to the toys, reached out for the flogger, saying, “I think this is obviously the softest.” She reached for the plastic ruler, couldn’t quite reach the hairbrush and the table tennis bat. “Damn!” she complained, “I love it over your lap but I cannot reach.” Reluctantly she levered herself up, aware of Simon's hands helping her.

Simon kept his eyes glued to his wife’s delectable bottom until her gown fell into place, enjoying every second it remained in view. As his wife stood, Simon used his feet to propel the couch backward to give her more room. He realised he could not see the table very well and moved the couch further back. He stood and fetched a hardback chair and sat facing Meggie and the table, admiring her contours beneath her gown. Meggie smiled over her shoulders at him when she saw what he had done then looked down at the toys with a frown of concentration. Acting on impulse he leaned forward and gripped Meggie’s hips, making her glance quizzically over her shoulder. “I think I should be able to feast my eyes on you as well as the toys sweetheart,” he explained as he reached round and gathered each side of the front of her robe. He lifted the ends up and out, exposing Meggie’s rosy cheeks, smiling he tied the ends in a loose reef knot in front of her waist, making sure the robe was high enough to leave her pert bottom displayed. What happened next increased his passion enormously, made him almost desperate to administer another spanking to his wife. But he realised the anticipation building would make the rewards all the sweeter.

When Meggie realised Simon's intentions she almost laughed out loud. She waited though, keeping still for him then deliberately keeping her voice soft and compliant whispered, “so you like what you see do you Sir?” Even as she slowly bent from the waist and reached for the toy furthest away knowing that would lift and tighten her buttocks. Then she spread her legs a little for balance and reached for the toys to her left and right. She remained bent from the waist knowing she was exposing everything to Simon, knowing the pink moistness that was her centre would glisten as the angle at which light hit her changed. She picked up the flogger and ran the thongs through her fingers even as she turned and smiled, almost smirked at her own wanton behaviour. Making the direction of her gaze obvious she looked down at Simon's lap, and, even though she couldn’t actually see through his robe she pretended. “I see you did enjoy the show my love,” she grinned. “Well I think this will certainly be the gentlest of our toys, don’t you?” She offered the flogger to Simon.

When he recovered sufficiently Simon shook his head and said with mock gravitas, “You teasing little minx, I am going to tan your backside good and proper soon!” He smiled though as he took the flogger, feeling the weight, surprised at the heaviness of the soft rubber, he suspected it was foamed neoprene. “This should let my imagination run wild sweetheart,” he decided. “I can flog you unmercifully and it shouldn’t sting too much, it’s heavy though” He heard Meggie reply that she too had noticed that. Smiling Simon eased Meggie to his right and eased her over his lap, smiling at the lack of encouragement she needed. Her haste was almost indecent. As always Simon admired the grace of his wife as she settled over his lap, because of the hardback chair Meggie stretched her hands and feet in either direction. He noted semi consciously that Meggie had automatically adopted exactly the right position to present her delicious red cheeks perfectly. “Practise makes perfect I see sweetheart,” he murmured even as he drew the thongs of the flogger through Meggie’s legs and onto her bottom, then onto her back.

Grinning happily over her shoulder Meggie enthused, “yes, great isn’t it?” Her face grew serious again as the flogger rubbing against her centre drew a shudder from her; she closed her eyes and surrendered to a whole new sensation as the strands caressed her. She could feel the anticipation building all over again. She tensed a little as she felt the thongs lift, made herself relax and felt the thongs land on her bottom, The weight surprised her, the thongs landed with a thud, they wrapped round her bottom onto her hip. The thuddy sting followed by the sensual dragging back across her bottom was dizzying. She felt Simon shift awkwardly and the thongs thudded down again but slightly lower. This time the thongs didn’t wrap, but half of them had spread in the air to strike the top of her thighs. Again the feel of the thongs drawn back was wonderful, a whole new dimension to her experiences over the lap of this wonderful man. Once more the rubber thongs thudded down, this time higher up, across the top of her cheeks. When the thongs wrapped onto her waist and her ribs she understood that because of the target area Simon had not had enough room to move his arm back. She felt herself being helped from Simon's lap and opened her eyes, turning to look at Simon, guessing he didn’t like the awkwardness. Meggie however had discovered something about herself, she had always loved being spanked on her bottom and the tops of her thighs, no further down than a palm width from the crease at the junction between thigh and buttock. She had loved the feeling of the thongs on her hips, ribs, waist and thighs!

“It’s too awkward with you over my lap,” Simon grumbled as he turned Meggie sideways and flicked her bottom with the flogger. His aim was accurate, the thongs landed across her buttocks without wrapping round, he flicked harder, smiling as Meggie wiggled her bottom appreciatively. With a guiding hand he turned Meggie the other way and used a backhand motion to flick at her bottom twice more. The swishing sound, the rolling thud as the multiple thongs landed and his wife’s wiggles all contributed to the intense clarity of his mind. He didn’t know though that all the sting for Meggie was on cheek where the ends landed. When Meggie turned towards him Simon stopped immediately, ready to stop the whole thing if Meggie was upset, even though the sight of his wife, naked from the waist down and rubbing her bare bottom with both hands was so erotic and exciting.

“That feels so different from your hands!” she exclaimed. “It thuds, hardly stings then it seems to burn softly. I love relinquishing control to you when you spank me with your hand but this is so different, it’s a completely new feeling. One thing I did notice when I was over your lap was when the whips landed on my thighs and my back and my ribs I liked that too. Do me a favour my love, try whipping my thighs so it wraps round the back and across the front, whip my hips and waist too please?” Meggie’s voice rose in appeal with her last words and she raised her hands to her hips, staring into Simon's eyes.

Simon looked thoughtful in his chair, trailing the thongs through his fingers as he assimilated Meggie’s words, then he nodded as he made sense from then. Wordlessly he flicked out at her left thigh, making sure the thongs wrapped round onto the back of her legs, he repeated it, loving the soft swish, the long thudding sound, the way Meggie blinked and smiled as each swing landed. Rhythmically he began to lash her left thigh with a forehand and her right thigh with the backhands, moving the flogger higher and lower. He lashed her hips, wrapping round to her bottom, her waist and the small of her back. Meggie just blinked, smiled and nodded when she met Simon's eyes. Simon lashed lower again, the sides and backs of Meggie’s knees, then down onto her shins and calves, slowly working his way back up. He saw Meggie’s feet moved as she began to turn slowly. He saw the lashes land on her bottom and curl round, on her waist and curl onto her ribs, then eventually he was lashing across the front of her body, across her pink moistness, Meggie gasped but just thrust forward unconsciously to receive his next lash. When Meggie had turned full circle and was facing him again he whispered encouragingly, “spread your legs a little sweetheart.” Simon watched with a rigid stare as Meggie obeyed as if in a trance. He flicked the lashes between her legs, covering her most secret places. Meggie moaned but he could hear no pain in the animals sound so he repeated that most invasive lashing again, and yet again then stopped and waited, watching Meggie all the while. Then he noticed something and mystified, he leaned forward to examine Meggie’s belly before settling back on his hard chair.

When Simon began to whip her legs Meggie closed her eyes and felt each thong land as a rolling thud every time the strands landed. The thud hardly stung but then warmth spread over a wide area. Her mind was flying, this was such a physical pleasure, she knew when Simon spanked her she loved the physical submission and intimacy as much as the sweet pain. She hadn’t known she was going to pirouette; her body had instinctively turned so she might feel the next delicious kiss differently. Her hands had risen onto her gown so she could feel this new sensation over as much area as possible. Drowning in warmth spreading over her legs and back Simon's voice had reached her as though from a long tunnel, she had obeyed without thought. It was only the electric contact of the lashes between her legs that forced the reality upon Meggie. The two subsequent lashes just drove her deeper into her own mind, she didn’t even notice Simon had stopped until she shuddered and shook herself free. “Oh wow that is so different, I’ve never felt anything like it, did you enjoy it Simon?” she asked when she was able.

“Yes sweetheart, I did,” Simon smiled, “and I guess you did too. I noticed something sweetheart, each thong leaves a real thin red line that spreads and then they all join together. You are pink all over.” He stood and walked round Meggie, “No don’t move,” he commanded when she tried to follow him by turning. Trusting her husband as always Meggie remained still even as Simon took hold of her gown shoulders and tugged her gown down over her arms and exposed Meggie’s back and her chest down to her breasts. Twice he flogged her back diagonally catching each shoulder blade. Taking her little gasps and shudders to mean she was in no great discomfort he gently held Meggie’s hair and pulled her head back so he would not catch her face accidentally. Then he carefully flogged over first her left shoulder then her right, hearing the rolling thuds as the lashes raced down her chest onto the top of her breasts. “Still OK sweetheart?” he inquired solicitously.

As soon as the lashes landed Meggie knew it was very much more than all right! Each time the thuddy sting landed the sweet burn made each nerve come alive. “It’s fine, it’s beautiful,” she gasped softly, wanting to feel not talk. She felt Simon fumbling at the knot at the front of her gown, felt the gown fall open; without thought she let the gown fall from her arms and proudly stood before her husband, naked save for the sturdy bra she wore for work. She felt the thuddy lashes land across her bony hips just above her pubic hair, then her stomach, then just below her breasts, one or two lashes just catching the lower curves. The feeling was beyond belief, she knew she found Simon spanking her more satisfying but this was like a whole new different treat, one she didn’t want to stop yet. She felt Simon's hands fumbling with her bra; she smiled because he always had problems with her bra. When the garment finally fell clear Meggie knew what was coming next and with the instinct of a woman put her hands behind her back and thrust her breasts forward as if offering them. Meggie felt the rolling thud as the flogger landed across her breasts, the right then the left. “Ouch!” she squealed, both hands flying to her left breast, as the tip of one thong landed on her left nipple. She saw Simon reach for her with a look of dismay on his face.

When Meggie’s robe hit the ground Simon felt a tightness in his chest Meggie was so beautiful in his eyes. He delighted in lashing her back, her stomach, across her hips and lower breasts. His hands were trembling when he unclasped her bra, and when Meggie thrust her breasts out he almost halted there and then, so overcome with pride and humility that she could trust him so much. Her cry of pain tore through him, he felt despair and physical sickness when she clutched her breast. He reached for his wife, not daring to touch her, wanting to comfort her but afraid she would push him away. He would have given anything to take the pain back.

When she saw the abject dismay on Simon's face Meggie couldn’t help but grin, albeit ruefully, as she continued to rub her left nipple. She reached for Simon's outstretched hand, brought it to her lips and kissed the back of his hand, even as she tried to rub the sting from her nipple. “Hey,” she said, “It’s OK it was just an accident, I wasn’t expecting a shock like that. It’s stings like hell but it’s not really hurting.” She chuckled at herself and continued, “I wouldn’t want you to do it again though, my love.” Meggie used both hands to turn her left breast towards her eyes, examined the nipple; despite the sting it looked normal apart from one thing. Meggie had never seen her nipples so hard or erect, the right she noticed was the same. She noticed too what Simon had already remarked on, there were many thin red lines that were already spreading to join together, to make whole patches pink, pink and warm. Now the sting had settled Meggie smiled at Simon, “just like riding a bike I think you better get straight back on, just whip my breasts again please, but make sure the tips don’t hit my nipples please?” Once more she locked her arms behind her back, thrust her breasts forward.

Simon had begun to relax as he realised Meggie had been more shocked than hurt and he enjoyed Meggie’s self-examination of her own breast, feeling like a voyeur. By the time Meggie asked him to resume flogging her he was eager but hesitant. He saw Meggie offer her breasts again and somewhat tentatively flicked the flogger across both breasts, careful to make sure the wrapping ends disappeared onto Meggie’s side and back. He heard Meggie mew with pleasure and flicked a little harder. He moved to the other side and with a back handed flick made the flogger wrap round the other side. “How does that feel, sweetheart?” he asked with a smile.

“Wonderful,” Meggie replied in a low husky voice, not even opening her eyes.

Simon nodded and reached for Meggie’s wrists, lofted them out to shoulder height, stretching Meggie’s arms. “Leave them there,” he commanded knowing Meggie would accede to any of his whims. He began to flog Meggie’s right arm by spinning the flogger overhand and letting the ends brush across her shoulders, upper arms and forearms. When the flogger reached Meggie’s wrists he used an underhand spin and reversed direction, flogging the under parts of Meggie’s arms, watching as Meggie tensed and looked thoughtful as the flogger dug into her armpits, he saw her smile though relax and take on a dreamy look again. Simon moved across and repeated Meggie’s flogging, wanting her left arm to be a match for her now pink right arm. With intense concentration Simon examined Meggie’s arms even as he took her wrists and moved her hands to the back of her head. “Clasp your hands behind your head,” he whispered, close enough to Meggie’s ear he could smell her shampoo, taste her fine hair on his lips, feel her squirm as his breath tickled her ear. Her bottom was against his groin, he felt Meggie push back and rub her bottom against him, felt ready to explode but forced himself to step away and look Meggie’s up and down, head to feet. He began to flog Meggie steadily, across her shoulder blades, her lower back her ribs, her bottom. He let the thongs wrap around onto Meggie’s stomach, chest, hips but was careful never to let the ends of the thongs wrap onto her nipples. He flogged Meggie’s legs, her thighs, her buttocks, her hips, watching Meggie squirming and grinding her hips, a dreamy other world look on her face. He began to walk round his wife, all the time flogging her body wherever his imagination led him. At one point after flogging her flat belly, across her navel he lifted her breasts with his left arm, his left palm cupping her left breast, his forearm pushing the nearer right breast higher so he could flog the undersides of her breasts. Meggie groaned when he did this, a low animal groan of pure pleasure. He smiled in delight and let her breasts fall before flogging full across her nipples and then continued circling Meggie, taking hold of her hands and hair, dragging her head back gently but firmly so he could flog her upper chest and neck. Finally he flicked the flogger through her legs from behind, hearing the ends thud softly against her mons. He stopped and stepped away to admire the view, still circling his wife. Meggie appeared to be lost in a world of her own. Her whole body looked flushed as if with fever, her hips were undulating as if simulating a slow sex act, she didn’t even seem to realise he had stopped. He dropped the flogger and stepped close to his wife.

Simon was right, Meggie wasn’t sure where she was, she just knew she was adrift on a sea of pure pleasure. The flogger’s heavy thud and mild sting became a liquid pool of warmth, as it seemed to unlock every nerve ending. Her skin was tingling, was sensitive to every change … could register changes of temperature, could feel the movement of air as Simon moved. She could have remained there forever, would never have received her fill of this warmth. She vaguely registered the thuds had stopped, bet she let her mind explore the warm tingling, content for now to be still; she did not know her hips were grinding slowly. When her husband and lover dropped the flogger she forced her eyes open, turned to see what he intended, heard him speak as he reached for her neck. “Bend over sweetheart, let your arms drop,” he said as his hand on the back of her neck encouraged her into a bent position. Meggie kept her legs straight, bent from the waist put her hands on her knees, slid them down her shins as Simon gently pushed her neck further down. No contortion would have been impossible for Meggie at that moment, she would have done anything for him. His next words made her body tremble, “now the tanning I promised you sweetheart.” Meggie almost felt sick with excitement as she felt Simon's hand caress her warm bare buttocks. She had vague thoughts of floggers being all right but this is what she truly craved even as eight times Simon slapped her cheeks sharply, the sound surprisingly loud after the soft thuds of the flogger. A blaze of heat spread across her bottom, concentrating her mind. The heat seemed to connect straight to her groin, she felt moistness break free as she became wet. Even as Simon stepped away Meggie felt nothing other than a need; shame did not exist, the indignity of her position bent over, breasts swinging, bare bottom red, moisture glistening in full view of Simon meant nothing. She remained as still as she could, hands gripping just above her ankles, legs straight, willing to submit to any and all pleasures he might offer.

When Simon had dropped the flogger he was aching to take Meggie but he didn’t want the evening to end too soon so he seized upon the idea of spanking Meggie to break the spell she had him under. He thought he had slapped his wife hard enough to shock her without hurting her, but realised in her condition he had fuelled her passion. His erection became if possible, even harder when he stepped back in the sight of his wife bent right over, bottom red, moist centre clearly visible. He even smelled the subtle odour he recognised as the scent of Meggie ready for love. He stepped forward and gathered her lithe warm cuddly body in his arms. Meggie seemed insatiable; she clasped him close, nibbled his neck, put her left leg between his and began to rub her moist centre up and down his right thigh. Seldom had he known Meggie so rampant, but he knew she had orgasmed once before like that during a spanking. Simon eased his wife off his thigh, knelt on the floor with Meggie, pulled her close flattening her breasts against his chest. He pushed Meggie away again and whispered hoarsely, “on your hands and knees sweetheart,” as he tugged his shirt out, threw off his robe. They coupled there on the carpet, and collapsed in a heap.

To Be Continued.  ©  JayTee