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Three Couples And Their Toys

How can you get your girlfriend to experiment a little more? Sometimes bringing in another woman is the best way. I know a lot of men and women who switch, so this story is my acknowledgement to them. I’m a natural bottom, but I can get references that when I top, I hit hard. Maybe too hard! I just think that if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right! Put your best effort into it, so to speak.

Marti and Russ hadn’t been together long but they were very close lovers. From the moment they met, they each knew this was something special, something rare. Russ had introduced Marti to a new form of play: spankings. Most of the time he was a playful, tender and passionate lover but once in a while he liked to take Marti over his knees for a playful, passionate, sometimes slightly painful spanking. Marti had learned to enjoy it, and the spankings had gradually gotten just a little bit harder, and quite a bit more frequent.

They had only done hand spanking so far; they hadn’t tried any toys yet. Russ wanted to, but Marti was resistant. She didn’t know why she hesitated but the idea of a paddle or a leather strap gave her the shivers. Playing with toys wasn’t the only thing she was resistant to. Russ was also a switch, and he wanted Marti to spank him occasionally but she felt funny and awkward even thinking about it.

So far she had resisted the idea, but she was gradually getting ready to give it a try. Heck, she thought, sometimes spanking Russ seems like a real good idea. He’s a good man, but still he’s well, a man.

The other thing Marti had resisted was going with him to a place called The Paddle Club. Russ had never been himself, so he wasn’t able to give Marti any idea of what to expect, and she was afraid the members would be too weird, too kinky for her. And what if going there involved group sex? Yuck!

One day, Russ teased her at work with a series of threatening, teasing and sexy phone calls. The first time he called he was singing and paraphrasing, Tea for Two, just the phrase, “Picture you across my knees.” Click.

Later it was, “My hand is itching to make sharp contact with your bare bottom.” Click.

“Be sure you take your underwear off before you get home, or else.” Click.

Another singsong message: “Red and hot, red and hot, that’s the kind of bottom you’ve got.” Click.

“Maybe a paddle.” Click.

Although they had never used toys, she had heard about them.

“Hey babe,” his voice was friendly, low and sexy, “stop at the feed store on 6th and buy me a new riding crop, okay?”

“You expect me to buy you a whip for you to beat me with?” she shrieked.

“A crop, and what makes you think I want to use it on you? Paranoid, much?” Click.

She sat at her desk thinking, fantasizing about the evening ahead. She pictured Russ, his slender build, his black hair, slightly tinged with gray, and his wonderful smile. She ran her fingers through her strawberry blond hair as she daydreamed. Russ loved her hair, loved to tease the bouncy curls, both on her head and the ones lower.

She did as she was told, sort of; she bought the riding crop, but in an act of defiance, she left her underwear on. She drove home wet, excited and nervous. She knew that by buying the crop, she was finally consenting to the use of toys. At least she was consenting to trying toys.

He greeted her at the door with a warm hug and a hot kiss. He took the riding crop and looked it over, swishing it sharply through the air and smiling softly at the uncertainty on her face. He circled a finger lazily in the air.

“Turn around and lift your skirt,” he said softly, his brown eyes warm with amusement and a hint of the devil.

Suddenly she was aware of her mistake in defying him about the underwear; she tried to distract him. “Whose car is that in front of the house?”

‘I’ll tell you,” he said carefully, “after. Turn. Skirt up. Now.”

She turned, raised her skirt up to her waist revealing that she was still wearing her underwear.

“Oh no,” he laughed, “defiant minx.”

He swatted her six times with his palm, smart stinging swats. Then he pulled down her underwear and repeated it just a bit harder. He never touched her with the crop.

“Now, pull up your panties, dear.” He kissed her cheek. “We have guests.”

He led her into the living room.

Marti was torn. Several emotions ran through her. First, she was embarrassed. Had her guests heard her getting swatted? They had to have heard. Second, vaguely disappointed. After all that build-up, that was all they were going to play? What about the crop? And last, panic. Did he mean to introduce her to more than toys? Was this going to be a group sex thing? Why were there strangers in her living room?

She was shaky as she was introduced to Suzanne and James. Suzanne was a woman who just naturally looked regal and elegant. From first appearances, no one ever guessed how down to earth she really was. James radiated warmth, and friendly humor. He was also obviously very deeply in love with Suzanne. Uncertain of what Russ had in mind, she suddenly felt shy in front of the two strangers. She didn’t want to meet their eyes, and couldn’t think of a word to say. In a flash of panic, she made some weak excuses and quickly left the room. She went to the kitchen, using refreshments for the guests as an excuse for her escape.

“You didn’t prepare her very well, Russ,” Suzanne looked at him with accusation in her eyes. “Stay here and talk to James. I’ll go talk to her.”

She found Marti in the kitchen pouring iced tea. “Can I help?” She wasn’t surprised to see tears welling up in Marti’s hazel eyes. “You poor thing. I can tell he didn’t tell you we were coming or let you decide if you were ready for some group play, did he?”

Marti nodded, obviously miserable. “Does group play include group sex? Because… ”

“Oh no!” With a soft laugh, Suzanne jumped in to reassure her, “Not at all. Is that what you thought? No wonder you are so upset! Can I explain?”

At Marti’s silent nod, Suzanne continued, “Well, let me tell you what Russ had in mind, and let me reassure you that your part is completely voluntary. Any time we play it has to be consensual and willing, or we do not play. Okay?”

Suzanne sat down at one of the counter chairs. “First of all, James and I are very monogamous. Spanking and being spanked by others is okay but except for a kiss, usually on the cheek as a friendly greeting, no kissing, oral, anal or vaginal sex of any kind is allowed with other partners. Okay?”

Marti nodded wordlessly, relieved. Suzanne continued, “Russ said you liked to play spanking games. He said you liked spanking for fun, but you had never played with toys. He thought you were reluctant and a bit scared of playing with toys. He was interested in learning more about playing with paddles, straps and other toys. He was also interested in learning more about our group.”

She paused, “You know James and I are both part of a group called The Paddle Club? Well, we have a lot of fun with the group and they’re super nice people. We also play with toys a lot. And we know about things like warm ups and after care. Russ thought you might like to well, benefit from our experience. What Russ didn’t say is that he was surprising you with us.” She paused again. “If you want to play we can, or we can just talk.”

“I’d be nervous in a group of strangers,” Marti said, and added softly, “and… well, I’m too fat.”

“You are not fat,” Suzanne said firmly. “We have some members who are fat and you are not even close to it. Pleasingly plump maybe, but not fat.”

“Thank you but… ”

“No but about it. Those TV stars, models and the rest of them are dead wrong. You are fine.” Suzanne told her, “Also we have members from very thin to much heavier than you are, and no one judges them by size. Don’t get me wrong, some people prefer to play with a certain type, but they are friendly and respectful to everyone. Also you, my dear, would be very popular because of your curves, not in spite of them, and for your personality. Most of our men like a woman with a booty.”

At Marti’s laugh, Suzanne continued, “Of course, if we do play, you don’t have to go bare bottom unless you want to. You can play over your panties, or keep your skirt up. Voluntary means just that,” Suzanne grinned at Marti. “About the dirty trick Russ pulled on you tonight, I think you should take the crop to his backside for it, and I mean hard. Don’t you?”

Marti was shocked. “What? Crop him? How?”

“Well, he sits on something doesn’t he? Just get that part of him naked and apply the crop to it.”

“To Russ!” Marti squeaked.

“To Russ!” Suzanne nodded. “I know I’d like to. And I will, after dinner.” She picked up two of the glasses of iced tea. “Did he at least tell you he had pizza coming?”

When she shook her head, Suzanne laughed and said, “Men!” in such an exasperated tone that Marti laughed too.

“Ready?” Suzanne looked back over her shoulder at Marti.

Marti nodded; it was hard not to feel better after talking to Suzanne who is such an open and friendly woman.

“Russ?” Suzanne said sweetly, “You are going to get it first. Right after the food comes. You deserve it. You didn’t explain things to her well enough and let her get upset and confused.”

At almost that exact moment the doorbell rang and the pizza was delivered. The four sat and ate their pizza, chatting and relaxing. Marti was surprised at how much she liked these people. She already saw Suzanne as a friend. James was jovial, polite and like Suzanne, he seemed open and warm.

After the pizza was gone, the paper plates tossed and more ice tea poured, Suzanne turned to Russ. “As I said Russ, you first. Drop ‘em and bend over! Marti, find that riding crop Russ told you to buy and use it!”

Russ was surprised but not shocked. He lowered his pants and bent over, his hands on the seat of a straight back chair. Marti used the crop on his bottom timidly, over his jockeys, but she did use it.

Suzanne walked over and pulled the jockeys down. “Now, go for it. A lot harder.” Marti tried but she was still timid and filled with hesitation. She handed the crop to Suzanne.

“Now you’re gonna get it,” she said to Russ. “I won’t be as easy on you as she was.” Suzanne took over and made Russ’s behind red but she never made him squirm or make a sound.

James took care of that however; he took the next turn with the crop and made Russ squirm and gasp, quite easily.

He didn’t usually play with men but Suzanne had whispered to him that he should, just to help Marti relax.

Then James himself got the crop used on him. Again Marti did the honors first. She was a little harder with James. Then Suzanne tormented him because she knew his spots and secrets. Russ was just plain severe.

Suzanne was next. First she got an over the knee spanking from both men and then she had Marti use a paddle on her. She coached and nagged Marti until she used the paddle quite hard. Then she knelt over a footstool while Russ caned her. James sat in front of her, kissing her and talking to her in loving tones.

Then it was Marti’s turn. James spanked her just a bit harder and faster than Russ ever had, over his knees with his hand. When Marti yelped, he stopped instantly.

“Stop or Go?” he asked.

She never knew why she said, “Go!”

He stepped up the pace just a bit until she said, “Stop!”

After a short break Suzanne introduced Marti to both sides of a hairbrush. Next, Russ used a heavy paddle. James put on a masterful demonstration with Suzanne as his victim, showing his proficiency with a crop, brush, paddle, tawse, cane and rod. He pushed Suzanne to her considerable limits.

“Now Marti, just a taste.” James pulled her over his knees for a few from the tawse then had her bend over the desk beside Suzanne for a few sharp cuts of the cane and a few of the rod. He would give her a cut, and then Suzanne next to her a harder whistling cut. Again and again he alternated, letting Marti feel the force of the blows Suzanne received without feeling the sharp, stinging pain.

Everything he did was for her pleasure so that she’d learn to love the sensations and be willing to go a little farther the next time.

Before they finished, James had shown Russ how to use a few other implements on Marti. Implements she loved. He played with ice, fur gloves and feathers, and Suzanne gently ran her acrylic nails over Marti’s tender bottom. Each sensation was different, and each one was used between spanks so that her bottom was very sensitive. Finally Russ rubbed lotion over her bottom, stroking and petting for a long, long time.

The two couples sat and talked some more. This time when they mentioned the club, Marti agreed to give it a try.

James and Suzanne invited Russ and Marti over to their house the following week. James offered to show Russ and Marti some rope tricks.

James’ parting remark to Marti was, “Next week I’ll take you over my knee and spank you, then strip you naked and tie you up before I cane you.” When Marti gasped in surprise, he continued, “And you can do the same to me.”

“We’ll show you how to play safely, even if you’re all tied up.” Suzanne smiled at Marti’s surprise.

Russ and Marti made love long into the night. Just before she went to sleep she said, “Tied up?”

I had already learned a lot by experimentation before I met any spanking friends. Now I know several couples like Suzanne and James. Open, friendly and the best people on Earth, bar none. And I’ll refuse to spank anyone who disagrees.