NEW STORY TITLE: SPANKING KENNY’S WIFE
Kenny asks a friend to spank his wife and one thing led to another.. (Enjoy)
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Well, the whole spanking thing is something I just lucked into. Really, it was a twist of unknowing luck. This will be fun for me to tell you about it.
I play softball at least two or three times a year with some local teams, usually a spring league, then a summer league and a fall league. Some of the guys I play with only play once a year and some more, but, there’s a core group of 5 or 6 that play all the time with me on the same team. Kenny is one of them.
I’ve known him for several years through softball and we’ve become friends over the years. We joke around on the ball field a lot. He’s a good player and we just sort of gravitated to one another.
During the summer of 2002, we had a good team and went the whole season winning every game. When the league playoffs came, we toasted every team and walked away with the championship. To celebrate, we all decided to go over to a local sports bar and have some beers. Can you image 12 dirty and sweaty ball players drinking beer and getting rowdy at a bar? The waitress was becoming frustrated with us and we were getting less and less service. When she did come over, she wasn’t the nicest person.
I happened to turn to Kenny and say that the waitress needed a good spanking to change her behavior. Of course, having had a few beers myself, I was just kidding and trying to be witty. I went on to tell him that I would be happy to give her a nice meaningful spanking, being an expert spanker. He told me I was full of bullshit and I proceeded to tell him about my first wife that loved to get a light spanking. He listened to me for 20 minutes telling him all about it and when my little story was over, I had his full attention.
A week or two later, I saw him at the fall softball league meeting (where we sign up our teams for the fall season). After the meeting, we were talking in the parking lot about what a butt-kicking team we had last season and just generally being macho. As I started to leave to get in my car, he stopped me and asked me if we could talk about a private problem he had. He started out asking me if I was serious about what I said about being an expert spanker, and I told him I was definitely serious. And truthfully, that’s 100% correct. My ex-wife was a bitch but, she really did like to be spanked and for the years we were married, I learned to spank her exactly the way she wanted and it always made her wet and horny as well as it excited me a lot, too. I really like to look and touch the female body, especially the vaginal and anal area, and this gave me an excellent opportunity to do a lot of that.
So, we ended up talking for another hour in the parking lot next to his car while he told me that his wife had a fantasy of being spanked. Now, she’s a very modest and proper type of woman, you’ll never see her looking slobby or un-kept. She always looks fully dressed. In all the times I had seen her previously, I have never seen a bra strap poking out of place, panty lines, shorts too short, or nipples poking through her bra or shirt. This woman is the picture of modesty and beauty.
As we went on, I learned that in her fantasy, she was undressed and exposed, then put in positions where her pussy was embarrassingly displayed, then spanked. Finally, he admitted that she wanted to be embarrassed, humiliated, exposed, fingered, diddled, spanked and made to masturbate. He told me that she didn’t want to really be spanked hard and she wouldn’t like it to hurt a lot. But, what she wanted was a prolonged session of exposure and humiliation, along with a reason to touch thus, the spanking fantasy.
At first, I wasn’t sure why he was telling me all of that and I was guessing that he wanted some spanking tips – kind of a check list of what to do and how to do it. But, I was wrong. What he wanted was for me to come over to his house and do the spanking.
He told me that he had talked about it with his wife and after some encouragement and setting some rules, she told him it was okay to ask me.
By this time, we had been talking in the parking lot for a long time so he suggested we go somewhere to talk about it where we could sit down. There was a McDonald’s hamburger joint close, so we left the parking lot and met up again there.
As we ate French fries and drank chocolate shakes, he went into an amazing amount of detail which has turned out to be the foundation of the “rules” we follow now. Initially, everything he proposed was complicated and seemed contradictory and I knew it would be too hard to follow.
I simply told him that I would agree to be the spanker. I also told him that I would promise not to make any attempt to have any kind of intercourse with her. I promised to be tender and caring. I promised that I wouldn’t come any where close to hurting her and that I would definitely satisfy her desire to be exposed and humiliated. I also told him that I wanted to talk with her privately about this before we did it and that I didn’t want him to be around when I talked to her.
I think he was concerned about me asking to see her alone. He gave me this big speech that I needed to follow his rules and that it was his wife and I should be thanking him for letting me in on this. I remember seeing his whole expression and attitude change when I told him that this was his wife’s fantasy, not his. I assured him that I wasn’t trying to plan anything or twist any of it around. I simply wanted to talk to her when he wasn’t there to influence her. I wanted to get her to talk about it and find out, in her own words, what she was looking for.
He told me that he didn’t think she would go for it, but, was going to ask her. I told him that I could make everything work if he just had some faith and trust. I told him to encourage her to talk with me. I also told him that if she did, he had to promise not to ask questions about our meeting. In short, he had to completely trust me and not ask for details.
Imagine my surprise when he called me that evening on my cell phone and told me that she had agreed. I could come over to talk to her and he promised that he wouldn’t badger her, or me, for information about our conversation.
We set it up for the next Saturday afternoon. He was going to take his kids to the movie and that would leave me about two hours to go over there, talk with her and get out before they got home. He made me promise about 100 times that I wouldn’t try anything ‘weird’ with her while I was there. The days leading up to Saturday were filled with excitement for me. My cock was hard a lot, thinking about what I was going to say to her and how all of this might turn out.
When Saturday finally came, I arrived at their house with an erection inside my pants that must have been an hour old. I was very turned on. In fact, I was more than turned on, my cock was throbbing and I had to position it pointing straight up with the head under the waist of my jeans in order to look somewhat presentable.
I knocked on the door and almost immediately, Jan opened the door and invited me in. She opened the door so quickly that she must have been watching for me to arrive.
We sat down in her kitchen and chatted about the ball team, the summer, the school year about to start for our kids pretty much avoiding the topic of my visit. She offered me a soft drink and while she was pouring it into the glass, I asked if she was ready to talk about her fantasy. I could tell that she was visibly nervous. When she sat back down she didn’t say anything, so I started talking.
I told her that I would never repeat what we were going to talk about to anyone, even her husband and I made her promise that she wouldn’t tell her husband anything about our visit today. I also told her that I would never violate her trust and confidence if we ever did anything close to what we were talking about and she would have no reason to worry if we ever saw each other in public, or at ball games. I gave my word that this would be strictly between us and that she would never have to be uncomfortable or nervous around me.
This seemed to put her at ease, but, I could tell that she was still in “wait and see” mode.
I told her about how I used to do sensual spanking with my ex-wife. I described how they were designed to be sexual in nature and not really painful, although, they might sting just a bit. I then told her the differences between sensual spankings and punishment spankings, explaining that the punishment spankings were intended to be painful, while sensual spankings were really a warm up to something else, most often a session of full sex. I could see the wheels turning in her head and she looked like she had some questions starting to form. Before she got the courage to ask them, though, I wanted to give her some more information.