But I had more important things to do than take pictures. I inched my lips downward until his full eight inches were buried in my throat. I inhaled through my nose and moved my hand so I was gently tickling his anus. His backdoor responded instantly, pulsing against my touch and seeming to beckon me inside. I pressed against it a little harder as my mouth rose back up his cock. I continued this until it felt like he was about to come, then I stopped. There was one more treat in my goodie bag.
I pulled away, to my husband’s protests, and got the pink feather tickler out of the bag. I then ran it from the soles of his feet up to his inner thighs, tracing the path my mouth had just taken. When I moved upward and brushed it against his neck and chest, he laughed uncontrollably. I slithered out of my panties and hiked up my skirt. “Silly enough for you?” I asked as I rubbed my wet pussy against his thigh.
“Yes. No. I don’t know, but it’s driving me crazy,” he said.
“That’s more like it,” I told him as I straddled him, pressing my legs against his torso as I sank down. My bound husband smiled at me as I started to fuck him, his thick, hard cock going all the way inside my tunnel. I was so slick and ready for him that we started bucking against each other in a fast-paced rhythm. It was like every other time I’d been on top of him, in that his dick was pressing against me exactly where I needed it, but different in that his hands weren’t grabbing my breasts or cupping my ass cheeks or pulling me close for a passionate kiss. I leaned down, and my lips met his while my fingers grasped his restrained ones.
“Oh, baby. I’m all yours,” he said, and moments later, he pumped a load of come inside me.
“Yes, you are,” I told him as I eased off him and then ordered him to eat me to orgasm before I’d uncuff him. My hubby was more than happy to comply, and he even delivered two climaxes with his tongue. When I moved away from him, his face was dripping with my juices.
As I took off the blindfold and unfastened the handcuffs, he said, “I’ll never underestimate the power of pink again.” You can guess who got a pink vibrator and a pink coil of rope the next day, can’t you?
—Ms. Bette R., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Randy Campers Enjoy an Uninhibited Outdoor Spanking Session
I watched the flames of the campfire flicker in the breeze as Kyle landed another smack on my already well-spanked bottom. “Did you forget what comes after nineteen, Blaire?” he asked when I failed to immediately respond in the appropriate manner to my most recent spank. “Twenty!” I called out, thankful I hadn’t forgotten any other numbers along the way. Now I would still get my twenty-five swats, followed by a superb fucking.
Of course, I hadn’t expected any of that when my boyfriend had told me we were going camping during one of the last nice summer weekends before autumn kicked in. I was prepared for marshmallow roasting, canoeing, and hiking, but not red-hot sex play in the woods.
Kyle and I love spanking and being spanked, and we take turns playing the dominant and submissive roles, usually saving our kinky fun for the weekends. But when he told me he wanted to make the most of the beautiful end-of-summer weather, I figured our games would be put on hold until we came back from a long weekend of outdoor activities. How wrong I was!
Since it was so late in the season, the campground we went to was fairly empty, and we managed to get a spot hidden far from the other campers. Our camp was situated within a clump of trees and overlooked the nearby lake. We spent the first night settling in and preparing our gear for the next day. In the morning we enjoyed a long nature hike to the other side of the lake, followed by a leisurely canoe trip back to our campground. But it was that night that we had some real outdoor fun. After stopping at the communal showers to wash off, we changed into fresh shorts and T-shirts, and then went back to our campsite to make dinner. While Kyle searched for firewood for the next morning, I prepared the food, grilling several burgers and some fresh corn; nothing fancy, just standard camp fare. When my boyfriend returned from his firewood-gathering expedition, he piled the kindling next to the grill and then grabbed me around the waist, causing me to drop the burger I was trying to flip. It landed right in the pit of fire.
“Look what you made me do,” I playfully scolded him.
“Me?” he said. “I did nothing. I think you just like to blame others for your mistakes. That’s something you should be punished for.”
“Punished?” I asked, my heart racing at the teasing tone of his voice. Was he going to spank me out in the open, where anyone could see?
“Yes, punished,” he confirmed. “After dinner,” he added, knowing that making me wait would only make me hornier.
When dinner was ready, I ate as fast as possible, practically burning my mouth on the piping-hot food. I wanted to know exactly what my punishment would entail, and I couldn’t stand to wait any longer than was necessary. Still wanting to tease me, though, Kyle made me wait another half hour. “It’s like swimming,” he explained. “You can’t do it until at least thirty minutes after eating.” If I weren’t so anxious for a spanking, I would have thrown a fit, but I was dying to experience an outdoor scene with my hunky mate.
Finally the desired time rolled around, and without any preamble, Kyle had me pull down my shorts (I was going commando, so there were no panties in the way) and lie across his lap as he sat atop our giant cooler. He started by lightly rubbing his palm in circles over my bottom, adding more pressure as he went. Then he began kneading my cheeks, pulling them apart and squishing them back together, warming up my flesh. The feel of his hands on my bare skin was amazing, but I was enjoying even more the sights and sounds of the wilderness as he teased me. There I was, bare-assed and lying prone across my boyfriend’s lap while all around us there were trees and wildflowers, and in the distance I could hear various birds, including an owl. The cool breeze blowing across my naked flesh was tempered by the flames of the campfire flickering nearby. It was the most incredible spanking scene I’d ever been part of, and the spanking hadn’t even started.
Kyle seemed to be taking in the surroundings, too, as it took him longer than usual to start delivering my “punishment.” But when he did, it was well worth the wait. “You’re going to get twenty-five swats, Blaire, because you wasted food,” he explained. “If you’re good, though, and do as you’re supposed to, maybe I’ll reward you afterward. Understand?” I nodded enthusiastically and wiggled my butt at him, signaling my readiness, and then the spanking began.
His first strike was soft, a love tap, and my voice calling out, “One!” was the only sound that disrupted the near silence of our environment. His next couple of swats were equally wimpy, but the fifth smack was firm and the sound of his palm hitting my taut ass-flesh echoed through the night. I moaned loudly as I counted, loving the way the air kissed my lightly stinging skin. My pussy, which was already wet from his earlier taps, was now starting to drip profusely.
As his spanks continued to land on my cheeks—some on the left, some the right, and some directly in the middle—I wriggled against him and sighed. I don’t know what was turning me on more, the spanking I was getting or where I was getting it. Each time his hand made contact with my butt, I became more aroused, and when the breeze caressed my burning flesh—or the fire added to the heat I felt—I would moan with pleasure, unable to control myself. My cunt was rubbing against Kyle’s shorts vigorously as I writhed about in his lap, and I was sure I would climax before my punishment was over, without either of us touching my sex—and I was right.
As the twenty-first smack landed solidly in the middle of my ass, I let out a high-pitched yelp and came, my juices flooding out of me and collecting on Kyle’s now-stained khakis. I imagined how red my ass must be, picturing the bright handprints that must have formed on my ivory skin from every openhanded smack. While I was busy wriggling about in ecstasy, Kyle shifted me on his lap and I felt his rock-hard cock poking into my stomach. I was sure that as soon as he landed the final swat we would be fucking like animals. Knowing what awa
ited me, I urged him on, saying, “Please, spank me again! I was a bad girl and need to be punished!” Following my request, Kyle began spanking me faster, his last four smacks the hardest of the night. Each one stung my skin, and I’m sure they would have hurt even more if I weren’t so aroused. Finally we reached the twenty-fifth swat, and as soon as I had shouted out the final number, Kyle had me in his arms and on the way to our tent.
Inside the confines of our canvas shelter, he dumped me onto the pile of sleeping bags in the middle of the ground and, after stripping off his shorts, was on top of me. He thrust all the way into my soaking cunt in one swift thrust, and soon we were fucking with abandon. Even though we weren’t really outside any longer, I still felt like we were, and it made our sex play even more exciting. Kyle was plowing into me with incredible force, and my burning ass was rubbing against our sleeping bag, the nylon exterior cooling my flesh slightly while the pressure and friction caused by our enthusiastic fucking added to the heat. Kyle kept moving inside my pussy, filling me over and over with his thick cock. It wasn’t long before my attention turned from my ass to the action, and I started bucking up to meet his thrusts.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drew Kyle in closer to me, and he penetrated me more deeply. Eventually our fucking reached a fever pitch, and we were writhing and bucking wildly against each other. There was no rhythm or coordination any longer; it was just pure, animal lust. Getting on his knees, Kyle pushed my legs up until my knees met my shoulders, and then he started fucking me fiercely again. In his new position he was able to thrust in even deeper than I thought possible, and it took only a few more strokes before we were both coming, our orgasms hitting at the same time. I called out, my shrill cries echoing into the night, and Kyle grunted, spilling his seed deep into my belly.
“That was incredible!” I said when we finally came down from our orgasmic highs. Kyle nodded lazily in agreement, and I immediately added, “I think we should do it again.” Laughing, my boyfriend pulled me close to him and told me that we would—the next day. I smiled embarrassedly at my enthusiasm, but I made him promise that we would repeat our outdoor experience before our trip was over.
The weather hasn’t changed much since our camping trip a few weeks ago, and Kyle and I both have plenty of vacation time left. I’ve already found a new campground to try, and I’m making sure to bring a tablecloth for the picnic table. I think it’s time we enjoy all of our sex play—spanking and fucking—in the great outdoors!
—Ms. Blaire Q., Stamford, Connecticut
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Contents
Welcome
It Can’t Really Hurt if it Feels this Good
Introduction
Blushing Bride Enjoys the Bonds of Matrimony
Everyone’s a Winner When They Play Wheel of Misfortune
Her Slutty Apron and High Heels Turn Her into His Perfect Submissive
Disastrous Dinner Party Leads to Punishment for a Clumsy Slave
Spanking Is Her Biggest Passion, and She Owes It All to Her Master
Clothes May Make the Man, but Boots Make Her Man Come Like Nothing Else
Sexy Lawyer Gives Studly Paralegal a Bare-Bottomed Performance Review
Kinky Couple Enjoys Bondage Fun Thanks to Their New Leather Tethers
A Submissive Wife’s Taunts Win Her Exactly What She Deserves
She Makes Sure to Spank Him Hard on Their Very First Date
Butch Domme and Her Girlfriend Are Tickled Pink
When the Ladies Come to Visit, She Hires a New “Maid” to Serve Their Every Whim
An Officer and Her Gentleman Switch Roles When She Needs a Proper Punishment
Submissive George Will Pay Dearly for His Mistake
Wicked Master Knows How to Push Naughty Becky’s Buttons
Slave Girl Lives the Dream, with Help from Her Master and a Dominant Friend
Shopping Trip Inspires Wife to Bind Her Hubby for a Kinky Bondage Game
Sassy Gal Misbehaves to Make Her Fiancé Give Her a Sexy Spanking
Former Submissive Brings Out Her Domme Side with the Help of Some New Playthings
She’ll Keep Her Neighbor’s Sissy Secret—for a Price
She Turns a Vanilla Guy into a Dedicated Spankophile
Her Forgetfulness Is Cause for a Corrective Whipping
She Discovers Her Inner Domme and Makes All His Dreams Come True
Carnal Candle Play Is a Once-a-Year Treat for This Wild Couple
Mover Gets a Naughty Reward in the Form of a Sexy Spanking
Lesbian Resort Vacation Nets Her a Stern Spanking from a Hot Butch
Sloppy Husband Is Shown the Error of His Ways by His Neat-Freak Wife
Pinup Bondage Tattoo Is Her First Step toward Finding a Dominant Lover
Lois’s Lust for Fetish Fun Brings Out the Secret Domme Lurking Inside Her Friend
A Dirty Magazine Helps a Woman Discover Her Husband’s Secret Submissive Fantasies
Domme Rewards Her Masochistic Slave Girl with a Heavy-Handed Flogging
Kink-Loving Couple Spices Up Their Life with a Bondage Chair and a Special Blindfold
Mistress Stacey Demands Perfection and Will Not Hesitate to Punish Failure
Every Day Brings a New Kind of Spanking
Dominant Professor Has Her Pick of Hot Young Freshmen
to Be Her Personal Semester Slave
Window Display Inspires Vacationing Couple to Try a Little S&M of Their Own
Inventive Domme Decks the Halls—and Her Submissive Husband
Businesswoman Pimps Her Favorite New “Girl” to Her Exclusive Clientele
Couple Experiences the Joy of Spanking on a Kinky Cruise
Pony Girl’s Trainer Puts Her Through Her Paces to Help Break in Her Fancy New Gear
Sensual Spankings Are Doled Out at a Kinky Christmas Party
Vintage Shoes Cast a Spell on One Horny Pair
Spontaneous Spanking for a Naughty Wife Leads to a Dirty Good Time
Wife Gets a Lesson from Her Best Friend on How to Spank a Husband
A Breakfast Blunder Forces This Domme to Take Her Sub to Task
Misbehaving Slaves Face Punishment When They Can’t Keep Their Hands off Each Other
She Brings Home Shiny Rubberwear—And a Fellow Fetishist, to Boot!
She Wears Pink Heels, So Her Master Makes Sure Her Bare Ass Matches Her Ensemble
Woman Lets Out Her Inner Domme and Finds True Satisfaction
She Learns That Her New Girlfriend Can Spank Her as Hard as Any Boyfriend
Woman Finally Meets Her Match in Self-Proclaimed “Sole” Man
Old Ties Make for New Thrills for One Fun-Loving Couple
Lesbian Couple Gets a Special Thrill When They Hook Up with Kinky Carla
Submissive Hubby Is Pretty in Pink When His Wife Takes Control
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