“Hello, Love!” Austin greeted Sally when he returned from his doctor’s appointment.

“Hi, Sweetie!” she replied, jumping up from her chair to give him a welcoming hug and kiss. “Everything okay?”

“At the doctor’s? Yeah. Fine!” he lied a little. They’d seen something in his bloodwork that they wanted to keep an eye on, but as the doctor played it down, Austin didn’t see any point in getting Sally worried about it. “Anything from Deidre?”

“Nope! Nothing,” she lied as well. “Hey, are you still going out with your friends tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said dejectedly. “Why? I’d happily give up the hockey game if you’ve got another idea!” he offered, genuinely preferring to spend the time with her.

“No. I just wanted to be sure. I may do the same,” she replied, fibbing again as she planned on researching the term ‘switch’ Deidre had introduced into her implact play vocabulary. She expected the discussion with Austin would be difficult and hoped that being armed with some facts would ease the tensions.

Tuesday night found them curled up on Sally’s sofa watching TV, though they weren’t giving it much attention. Just holding each other as they were was far more enticing.  She had decided to broach the subject of switching with him, having developed a strategy for starting the discussion.

“I was looking at my calendar today and noticed it’s still two weeks till the next ‘Open Chair Night!’”

“Is that a hint? Does my insatiable, naughty girl need to have her hiney spanked?” he asked, turning his full attention to her.

“I always need to have my hiney spanked,” she laughed, “but, no, I can wait for my maintenance spanking tomorrow. Seeing it on my calendar just reminded me of all the amazing things that happened that night.”

“It was incredible. I wonder if it’s always like that? Like maybe some nights are even more intense and others not so much?”

“I’m sure there are differences, but who knows? Maybe that night was boring compared to others!”

“I suppose that’s possible, although I doubt it,” he countered.

“You know what I wasn’t expecting? I suppose it’s very naïve of me, but I was surprised to see women really laying into their guys! I mean, I’ve seen porn like that, but it just seems so heavily weighted toward the opposite. And it wasn’t just one guy that night!”

“Yeah, first there was that guy named … Tom? … I think, and then Mark! They seemed more like real punishment than ‘play,’ he commented.

“And then Deidre talked about Paul getting a spanking from her! You’re right! It was really extreme, at least compared to us. Do you think we’ll ever get that severe? I hope not!”

“I know what you mean,” he replied, as those thoughts of him in their place returned.

“Do you?” she asked, seeing the opportunity she was looking for to pivot the conversation.

“Well, I know I couldn’t do that to you! And if I were in your place, I wouldn’t want that for me either,” he said, wondering if he’d opened a can of worms.

“Have you ever thought about doing that?” she asked, turning to face him full on, her body language boosting her obvious interest.

Austin was torn. When he thought about it, he felt a glimmer of interest, and if she wanted to do it, he’d certainly let her, but would it just be that? ‘Letting’ her? Or was it something he really wanted? He thought he knew the answer to that question, but he was afraid that Sally’s opinion of him might suddenly change if he became her naughty boy. Would she think him less manly? A wimp? Might the whole dynamic change to her being the aggressor? He knew he didn’t want that.

“I suppose you can’t see what we saw without considering it,” he waffled, but Sally could see it.

“Sweetie, if it’s something you really wanted, or maybe just wanted to try, I’d no sooner deny you than you would me!”

“I know I don’t want to be beaten like those men were!” he replied, easing slowly into it.

“It wouldn’t have to be like that. Just like with me, we’d work up to however intense you want it to be.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want it to affect how you think about me.”

“It wouldn’t! Why would it?”

“Would I seem less of a man to you? Being your naughty boy and having my hiney spanked?”

“I don’t think so, but we could try it and see,” she proposed with a stroke of his cheek. “If we don’t like it, we go back to the way we were! You can even give me a spanking for doing it!” she said with a gentle smile.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Would you like to be my naughty boy? Hm? Do you want me to pull your pants down, put you across my knee, and give you a spanking?” she said, warming to the idea, both in her mind and between her legs. She could see him seriously considering it, and imagined she saw desire there as well.

“Yes,” he replied simply, having second thoughts already when she turned on the sofa and patted her knees.

“Come. Stand here,” she said, pointing to the floor before her. He paused for a few seconds. “That’s it,” she said when he stood, shaking inside like crazy. “You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” she asked, and getting a nod, continued. “Yes, you have, so I’m going to pull your pants down and give you a spanking. I’ll start with your underpants in place, but you will be spanked on your bare bottom as well. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, her smile easing his nerves a little. She pulled the drawstring of his athletic shorts open and pulled them down to his knees.

“Over my knee, Sweetie!” she said, her doubts about enjoying it diminishing.

He shuffled to her side and allowed himself to be guided onto her lap. Knowing it was going to happen, the desire overpowered his nerves, and her hands gently stroking and patting his bottom provoked the growth between his legs.

“Ready, Sweetie?” she asked with no hint of the kind of anger and determination he so often saw in the videos.

“Yes, ma’am. Please spank me?” he voiced as a request, finding it arousing in itself.

Even the first few playful swats felt good, and already he couldn’t wait till she’d take his underwear down. With heavy, shuddering breaths, he lifted his hips, the universal signal for more. There was no pain yet, but he looked forward to that too. A few swats at a time became ten or more, and the pace quickened gradually as well.

Remembering her first time, Sally felt she knew how to escalate, and after a few dozen spanks that had only just started to sting her hand, she suggested baring his bottom. She loved how he nodded eagerly, and after slowly drawing them down, prolonging the feeling of exposure, she caressed his barely colored cheeks sensuously.

“Naughty boys need to be spanked on their bare bottoms, don’t they, Sweetie?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please … Ooo!” he reacted to the first stinging spank. He kept his bottom raised, begging for more, and she delivered with the longest yet series of spanks, random in their target and pace. “Oh, God!”

“You like it, don’t you? Now you know why I can’t ever get enough!”

“Yes! Yes, Sally! Harder! Please?” There was no question he was hooked, and he began to think about how he’d show his gratitude for what she’d done. He did know now why she liked it so much. There was something so intimate about offering himself to her this way, lying in her lap with his bottom bare and vulnerable, and feeling her hand making it better with each smack.

When she thought about his concern that she’d see him differently, as less manly, or that he couldn’t assume his dominant role in their play anymore, she knew she would not. The opposite was true, as the trust he’d placed in her only enhanced her view of him. His worry in realizing this fantasy had nothing to do with how severe she would be with him, but rather how she would be affected by the change in dynamic, and therefore how their love for each other might also be affected. She loved him all the more for his selfless view.

The spanking continued for what seemed like a few minutes to them both, such was their enjoyment, but it was actually over fifteen minutes. Still, she’d made him feel the sting she always described as delicious, yet left his bottom with only an overall medium pink color.

“So? I don’t have to ask if you liked it, but …”

“Oh my God, Sally! Yes, I like it! A little more, please?”

“Okay. Thirty more. A little harder, a little faster, and no stopping. Ready?” she agreed, knowing he’d done the same thing for her. She didn’t want it to be over either, but felt it best to take it easy with him.

“Yes! Ooo! Ow! Oh yeah! Oww! Just like that!” he cried in a continuous stream of exclamations. “No! Don’t stop! Please?” he pled when she’d counted the last five out, but after twenty more, harder still, he’d had enough. For now. He slid off her lap to kneel before her.

“Oh, Sweetie!” she cried, cradling his face and kissing him passionately. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it!”

His response was to reach up under her skirt, pull her panties off, and, pushing her back on the sofa, bury his mouth in her wet pussy. His tongue had her panting quickly, and he promised himself he’d give her one of the best orgasms ever. Flicking like a snake at her clit, she strained to hold it in place for him and when two fingers slid easily inside, and curled up to get that special spot, she came with trembling thighs and bucking hips.

He stood and bent over her quivering body to kiss her face with all the love he felt. Now they had something else that exemplified what a perfect match they were for each other.

“Oh God, Austin! You really outdid yourself! I guess you liked it even more than I thought!?”

“I did, Love! More than I thought possible. There’s just one problem now,” he said with a smile.

“What’s that?” she asked with a curious smile.

“Are we going to fight over who gets spanked?” he said, with kisses between bouts of laughter.

“Take me to bed and fuck me? Please? If you’re on top, I’ll spank you some more,” she offered, needlessly trying to entice him further.

They spent the remainder of the night in her bed with Austin finding out what it was like to cum while being spanked. Though mostly playful, the stinging sensations had him going off like a cannon into Sally’s tight pussy.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, but since they hadn’t planned on spending the night together, Austin didn’t have what he needed for work the following day. He woke in the wee hours of the morning and set an alarm on his phone to get him up in time to get home.

“You’re still going to get your maintenance spanking tonight!” he said when they kissed at the door that morning.

“Ooo! Thank you, Daddy!” she replied just before closing the door behind him.

Sally arrived at work a bit earlier than usual to speak to Deidre. She’d intended to proudly declare herself a switch now, but then thought better of it. Deidre didn’t need to know such intimate details of her relationship with Austin. She decided that when they tell her they’re ready to do the videos, she’ll understand without letting her into their private lives.

She’d considered asking him about the videos last night, but they so enjoyed his new role in their play that she didn’t want to spoil it by pushing that agenda. She thought it entirely possible that he wouldn’t want to be a recipient in the videos. Thinking back to their early days, she probably wouldn't have done it before the club had emboldened her to expose herself as she had. The thrill from the increased risks they’d taken had slowly etched away at her resistance, but she had no idea whether he’d want to partake in those risks now, or ever for that matter.

Still, she had unexpectedly enjoyed having her naughty boy over her knee. That he’d trusted her not only to do it, but to be able to discuss it with her in the first place, contributed to her joy. She looked forward to even more spankings in their future, regardless of who was on the receiving end.

That he wanted it to be fun and something he’d ask for as opposed to some form of punishment, fake or real, was another thing they now shared. It occurred to Sally that he may not stay that way; he may want to escalate to more severe forms of impact play, but truthfully, she might as well. They couldn’t tell whether, like Carrie and Mark, they’d remain aficionados of the more playful side of spanking or gradually move to darker, more intense play. She laughed to herself when she recalled that it was her marketing strategy of promoting the erotic side of it that had brought her and Austin together.

When Austin arrived at work, they shared a special hug and kiss, acknowledging what they saw as another step forward in their relationship.

“I love you so much!” he declared.

“I know! And I couldn’t love you more than I do right now!” Sally replied with tears in her eyes.

The day was much like any other, apart from a few chuckles and innuendos related to one or the other having their bottoms spanked. Mostly it was Sally since today was her maintenance day, and she couldn’t wait for the day to end, knowing it would be the first thing on their minds after work. She wanted to be his naughty girl tonight and be taken over ‘daddy’s’ knee to have her hiney spanked.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said, standing at Austin’s open door after work.

“Oh, Sally!” he responded, taking in her schoolgirl outfit with an ultra-short plaid skirt that exposed her white cotton panties with the slightest bend. Her white blouse, as tight as could be over her uplifting half-cup bra, displayed her modest tits to their best advantage. Her hair, pulled back by a headband and white frilly socks in black pumps, completed the look that every guy has wished his girl would treat him to someday.

“I’ve been a naughty girl, Daddy!” she said in an age-appropriate voice as she stepped inside.

“Yes, I can imagine!” he replied after closing the door, approving of her outfit with a smile. “What have you done, young lady?”

“I spanked my boyfriend!”

“Oh? Had he done something he shouldn’t?” he replied, chuckling at her clever scenario.

“No.”

“Then why did you spank him?”

“Just because!”

“Because?”

“Because I wanted to! I’m always getting spanked, and he told me he never has, so I gave him a good spanking!” She could see the amusement in his eyes, so she continued. “I told him he’d been a naughty boy, so I pulled his pants down, put him across my knees, and spanked his bare hiney!”

“And what did he have to say about that?”

“He liked it!”

“Are you surprised about that? Considering how much you enjoy having your bare hiney spanked!?”

“I just didn’t think he would, that’s all.”

“Does he want you to do it again?”

“I think so!?” she questioned, genuinely wanting to be sure he hadn’t changed his mind about it. “He didn’t get angry with me or anything.”

“Well, my guess is he would like that very much!”

“Do you think so, Daddy?”

“Yes. I’m certain of it. So, back to you. Does my naughty schoolgirl need to have her hiney spanked?”

“Oh yes, Daddy! I can’t wait to feel your hand on my hiney! Put me over your knee and give me a nice, long hand spanking!”

“As you wish,” he replied, pulling her in for a long, loving hug and kiss, after which he took her hand and led her to the chair waiting to fulfill its purpose in his living room.

Still grateful for last night, he spanked her on and off for close to twenty minutes, making her cum several times while still in his lap. Using his talented fingers to maul her pussy, she was shaking and quaking as he spanked and thanked her again for his new discovery.

He carried her to the bedroom, while she covered his face and neck with short, wet kisses. They made love energetically the first time and gently the second.

“I can’t believe how much I love you right now!” she exclaimed as she climbed on top of him between the two.

“You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, and I love you, too!” he replied as his flaccid cock was enveloped in her mouth to get him ready to show his love in a more physical way.

Sally came prepared to spend the night as she often did after her Wednesday spanking. Lying in bed facing each other, she approached the topic of him getting spanked again more directly than in her little scenario.

“You really want me to spank you again?”

“Not right now, but in the future? Yes,” he replied.

“Do you think we’ll really fight over who gets spanked?”

“No,” he chuckled, “I really liked it, but I don’t think I’ll want it quite as often as you do.”

“Good! I enjoyed having you over my knee as my naughty boy, but I like getting spanked better!”

“I figured as much. I don’t think we’ll be competing for time at the club either, as I don’t see myself exposed in that way. At least not for now,” he said, stroking her pretty face. He could see a question in her eyes that apparently she was afraid to voice, and he had a pretty good idea of what it was. “You look like you want to ask me something.”

“No. No, I don’t … I,” she stammered, trying to decide if she should bring up the videos, but elected not to for the same reason as last night; not wanting to spoil the loving atmosphere.

“There is something we need to discuss,” he started, and continued when she didn’t respond. “The videos. I’m okay with doing them, and you’ve seemed to be on board since the beginning.”

“Yeah, I guess I was, or I am still, but …” she started, but still couldn’t bring herself to ask him.

“But you know that they can’t all be of you getting spanked,” he said, her face confirming his suspicion. “I think you knew that, and that’s the reason you got me talking about it last night.”

“No, I … I’m sorry!” she cried, afraid he’d be angry at how she’d played him.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Love! I didn’t tell you that seeing those guys getting theirs at the club was interesting … thought-provoking to me? I didn’t want to discuss it with you for the reasons I mentioned yesterday. I feared you’d think less of me if I confessed my interest.”

“I wouldn’t! I don’t, Sweetie!” she said, trying to assure him.

“I know! I know, Sally, and I think at least some of my enjoyment was because of how you approached me about it. I think you know that for some reason, nearly all of the videos you see on the net of women spanking men are some trumped-up punishment scenario with angry women and wailing men! Like men can’t want to be spanked just because they like it. I’ve always loved that you make no secret about liking it and don’t want to be ‘punished!’”

“Oh, Sweetie, I …”

“Let me finish. Even tonight, while it was sort of a punishment, it was one you openly wanted! And I loved your clever excuse for needing to be spanked! When you asked me about it, you could have assumed from what you saw at the club or on the internet that I’d like that fake punishment approach, but you didn’t. You approached it as though I’d be like you, just wanting it because I’d like it.”

“Most of the videos of women are the same way! The ones I find the most exciting are those of women liking and asking for it. I’m so glad you told me all this. You’re not angry about how I led you into it?”

“Not at all, Love! And I couldn’t be happier about how it all turned out,” he replied, pushing her down on the pillow and kissing her repeatedly.

“Mmm! I’m so happy I could cry!” she said with glassy eyes. “We should tell Deidre tomorrow that we’re not interested in doing the videos.”

“Why? Do you not want to now?”

“No, but I thought you wouldn’t want to. You said you didn’t want to do the club, so I figured you wouldn’t want to do the videos either.”

“Okay, I can see how you’d think that, but I’m okay with doing the videos,” she said to her startled face. “The club is live, out in the open, everything exposed with friends and strangers watching. I’m not ready for that. The videos are just you, me, and the videographer, with our faces concealed. Totally different. I’m not sure I’m as excited about doing them as I think you are, but I don’t mind doing them.”

“Really!?” she asked, her excitement obvious. Oh, Sweetie! Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“You have, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it!”

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” she said just before her mouth was covered by his for a long, romantic kiss. “Sweetie?” she asked when they came up for air. “Have you ever heard of a bedtime spanking?” She read his smile as a ‘yes,’ but explained anyway. “It’s a spanking just before being sent to bed! Spank me, Daddy! Spank my hiney and send me to bed!”

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Finally they're ready to discuss the videos with Deidre but there are still many questions to answer not the least of which was who was this woman who would watch and record our two lovers spanking each other! I hope you've enjoyed the story up to this point and will continue reading. 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments are greatly appreciated from all and ... THANKS FOR READING!!