I told you all I'd be more that happy to put up some Fantasy Friday stories if I got new ones and I'm happy to say I got one. This one came from Lurv Spanking. This isn't the first story I've gotten from this writer, so you might want to go by the Lurv Spankings and check it out.
I enjoyed this story because it's not your average spanking story - and in our genre, it's hard to come up with something new! If more stories come in, I'll be happy to post them. Maybe we can try for one a month.
The Home Spanking Party
"There is nothing quite as artistically pleasing as a bare bottom over a knee."
"Don't you mean aesthetically pleasing?" replied the wife from her upside-down position.
There were nervous titters from the audience.
The husband said, "Either way, my dear, this was your idea."
"I know," she sighed.
Her BFF called out, hand cupped to her mouth, "Come on baby! Give it to her! We want a show!"
There were ten other females in attendance who whooped and hollered in agreement while carefully holding their wine glasses.
The wife shot back, "Don't get too cocky girls! You spill, you get spanked!"
She'd hosted cosmetic parties, cookware, recipes, numerous crafting shows but it was during the sex toy party for Valentine's Day when she'd let slip that her husband enjoyed spanking her. After a few... okay, three margaritas, she confessed she was the one who initially begged to be spanked. The girls... the drunk tipsy girls, all wanted to spank her for lying but somehow instead, she'd agreed to host another toy party for Christmas, this one all about spanking with implements. Thus, she was currently cold sober, dressed... undressed in a black lace camisole and about to receive her husband's hand across her defenseless bare posterior.
"If I may have your attention, ladies," her husband intoned in his best announcer’s voice. "Welcome to the Home Spanking Party. I am your humble host and this lovely young woman over my knees is my assistant for this demonstration. Please feel free to get up close and personal as I utilize the many items shown in the catalogue. Cash, checks and credit cards are accepted, however, there are stiff penalties for lack of funds."
Again, there were giggles and toasted glasses clinking. The room quieted as he raised his hand high.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The watchers all leaned forward in fascination as their friend's bottom slowly took on a light pink tinge. The husband kept up a running commentary.
"Ladies, when spanking by hand, the goal is usually to warm the skin enough to allow heavier blows with an implement. Several minutes is normally sufficient at a rate of one per second alternating cheeks. Concentrate on the crests first and work down as you finish." He paused to rub his wife's skin. "Why don't each of you come up and touch her bottom in order to judge the temperature."
Her BFF jumped off the couch and was the first to stroke the warm skin. "Come on girls," she warned, "everybody has to touch or you're next in line for a spanking!" The rest of the women obeyed, some reluctantly, some eagerly.
The husband thanked them all. "Now, if you are only spanking by hand for punishment, then you should spank twice as fast and twice as hard. Ready, dear?"
"I guess so," his wife whined.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
After a minute of hard hand spanking, the ladies could see a noticeable difference in the color. When they rubbed this time, the heat was very pleasing to the touch.
"Next up is the paddle," her husband said and reached over his wife's back to pick up three different styles. "The traditional paddle is wood, it can be hand sized for over-the-knee or longer for full swings in the bent over position. Leather is preferred by many spankos because it is more forgiving and less prone to bruising. Acrylic should be reserved for punishment sessions. I'll start with ten with the wood, then fifteen with the leather and five with the acrylic. Then we'll move on to the brushes."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
There was an awed silence as they watched her be firmly pummeled. By now they were all standing in a half circle around the couple. Some blushed at the rear view as the wife's legs kicked and parted under each loud CRACK! Others were mesmerized by the many facial expressions offered. Most also felt a throb between their legs. After each type of paddle, the ladies stroked the bright red bottom of their friend. The bolder ones slipped fingers into the crease and pulled wider for a better look.
"The last implement is the hairbrush. I like to use this below her sit spots into the thigh crease. There are countless varieties, for the sake of brevity, I will use only one."
"Thank you!" cried out his wife as she wiggled on his lap. "I hope y'all are having fun at my expense girls! Remember, payback's a bitch!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"No cursing, dear, or it's corner time for you."
"You put her in the corner?" yelled out several ladies.
"Yes dammit! He fucking does!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Alright, naughty girl, after twenty with the hairbrush you're going to spend some quality time with your nose in the corner!"
SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES! SLAP! YES!
"Thus concludes the first portion of the show, ladies," her husband said as he finished her off with two very hard slaps of the brush.
There was loud applause and wolf whistles as the red bottomed wife was placed nose first into the corner. She sniffled and suffered while her friends fondled and pinched her sore cheeks. Her BFF whispered, "I had no idea spanking was so much fun! I think we should do this in private next time, just the two of us."
Her husband then draped her over the back of the couch, her face in the cushions as he thoroughly demonstrated the larger paddles and long-handled brushes. With her legs spread shoulder width apart, she knew all her friends were getting a personal peep show of her wetness. The catcalls were constant as they egged her husband to add a little more color to her backside and when he brandished the cane as the pièce de résistance, the crowd went wild.
"Cane! Cane! Cane!" they chanted, most on their third glass of wine and more than a little wet themselves.
"Would you like to see some stripes on the solids?" her husband asked, his face a picture of innocence.
"YEEEEEEEEEEESSS!" they all screamed and jostled for a closer view.
"You heard them, dear," her husband said apologetically. "They want some nice welts to rub."
He whipped the cane down with a hiss and a snap as it impacted. He waited as his wife shook her bottom to the delight of her audience who, caught up in the moment, threw dollar bills on her back and yelled, "Work it girl! Show us what you got!"
Five more times the cane hissed and snapped until six red welts showed against the dark brick bottom. After each lay had rubbed and pinched the cane lines, her husband ended the party by saying, "Ladies, I hope you have enjoyed the inaugural Home Spanking Party. The catalogue is available for ordering and if you don't mind, I'm going to take my wife into the bedroom for some aftercare."
There were many hoots and ribald suggestions. Her BFF laughed and said, "Make sure you use the wand! She loves that!"
All in all, it was a very pleasing party and all agreed it was worth repeating with a different model next time. Later that night, more than a few husbands were surprised by randy wives who demanded a good old-fashioned spanking for being naughty.
I still think everyone has a story in them. I think you should write it for yourself. Just writing it, play with it and then go for it, send it to me a I'll be very happy to post it for you. Send stories to email@example.com