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Three Personal: Command Performance

What happens when the teasing and kinky games get you hotter and hotter? How do you let your man know when the time is finally right to move on to a new game? A different, maybe even better game?

Ann always thought of Jerry as her lover even though they still had never really made love. Well, that’s true but it’s not entirely accurate. They had made love in several very explicit and sexual ways. They had just not had actual sexual intercourse. There was a reason for their continued abstinence of course, Jerry had a wife. He got married about three weeks before he met Ann, almost sixteen years ago.

After Jerry gave Ann that first memorable spanking, it was several days before they tried it again. Soon, they had a set of unspoken but firm rules. This is generally how they handled the sexual spankings: First, the person being spanked, and sometimes it was Jerry, was the one in control despite appearances to the contrary. That’s what made it a fantasy.

Second, although the spanking could smart and sting quite a bit, the point of it was not to hurt the other person. It was for fun and done in a loving manner. These spankings were usually followed by the lovers using their hands or sometimes mouth to bring their partner to orgasm.

Jerry thought, and probably still does to this day, that these spankings were originally his idea. Being a man, of course he was wrong. He had been carefully led into the idea by Ann. The spankings were something she had wanted to try long before she ever knew Jerry, but she had never met a man she could trust enough with whom she could discuss the subject. That is, not before she met Jerry. She trusted him implicitly.

She had planted the idea of erotic spanking in his head almost without uttering a word. It was easy. He had always loved giving her a sharp, stinging swat on her firm well-rounded butt. All she had to do was respond to a swat with a smile or a casual remark.

“Ooh, that felt good,” she’d say, rubbing the swatted area and grinning at him.

Or, “You beast!” She’d complain, “I’ll get you for that.” But her smile would be wide and wicked, full of promise.

Jerry was slow to take the hints, but Ann stepped up the campaign. She was reading when he came over one night, and she showed him the book. It was a spanking novel. She asked him if he thought it was sexy. On another occasion, she had an open copy of a book about people’s sexual fantasies, with some of the fantasies marked with a faint red mark in the index. Jerry thumbed through the book and realized that all the marked fantasies involved spankings. She even used old John Wayne movies, the ones with spanking scenes, to plant the idea in his stubborn head.

Eventually the seed of an idea was planted. One night he told her that he wanted to give her a spanking. She pretended she was stunned, shocked and appalled. That was pure acting. What was real was the nervousness and fear she felt. She wanted the spanking but she was apprehensive about it too. Still, it was her first chance to test out her fantasy with a man she could really trust, so she allowed herself to be persuaded. Finally!

That first spanking was exciting but it was also too hard and painful. Much to Ann’s surprise, it was a real spanking, not just a tease. She quickly realized that all the S & M books she had shown Jerry all involved serious and harsh punishments. A seemingly endless supply of English and German schoolgirls being severely beaten with birch rods and canes, many times until they were bleeding. While she enjoyed that first spanking thoroughly, what she really wanted most were just teasing, playful sexy spankings followed by Jerry teasing her and arousing her.

Finally she explained very clearly to him what she wanted. After the first time, the spankings usually took place with her rolling over onto her stomach on the sofa. Sometimes he would sit beside her and spank her firm butt with his hand, and sometimes she would lie across his knees on the sofa. He started using a warm up to get her ready for more spanking.

He always started with her jeans up giving her the first spanks right on the seat of her jeans, not very hard, but he always talked to her. He would tell her how long and hard he was going to spank her, promising to make her bottom red and very, very sore. He followed this by pulling down her jeans and spanking her over her panties. The teasing threats and chiding continued, the spanking got harder and faster, and he kept it up until she began to squirm.

After he had done that on several different occasions, when she was used to the spanking, things gradually changed. He began pulling down her pants and spanking her on her bare bottom. He spanked her with faster, more forceful spanks. It stung a lot more but at the same time it felt great.

Of course they found some interesting variations. For instance, one night when Jerry came over Ann was wearing her spandex crop top and shorts. They cuddled and snuggled on the sofa until she decided to provoke him. She lay on the sofa on her stomach, with her head on her arms and ignored him.

Immediately, he began to stroke her buttocks. Soon he tried to pull her shorts down. She refused to let him, so he spanked her playfully, right on her tight spandex pants. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles between the teasing slaps. Without a word, she rose and left the room. Soon she returned with a crystal bowl filled with warm water and a plastic bottle. She laid herself back on the sofa and let him pull down her shorts and the underwear that she seldom wore under them. Using a washcloth, he wet her butt and then squeezed a little of the floral body shampoo over the crest of each cheek.

He worked the luxurious shampoo into a lather covering her buttocks and then he began to spank her again, still very gently. In between spanks he ran his soapy hands over her buttocks and into the crack between the two globes. He fingered her vagina, her clitoris and her anus. He began to spank her harder and harder, still using one hand to stroke and finger her. Soon after that things got very interesting indeed.

Another time while cleaning out a cabinet, she found a set of ping pong paddles and balls that she didn’t even know she owned. She put them back into the cluttered cabinet. That night she asked him to help her clean out the cabinet and surprise, he found the ping pong paddles. He’s a smart man; he immediately used one of them on her bare butt. It was wonderful! It was very loud and not at all painful.

They found another paddle the same way, (at least that’s what he thought). It was really a small cutting board with a ceramic tile in the center. Ann saw it in a store, bought it, and that night she asked Jerry to help her with something in the kitchen. He found it. The cutting board paddle made less noise than the ping pong paddle, but it was more solid and hurt a lot more. A whole lot more. It never caused any bad bruises but it could really turn her bottom red and make it sting!

Except for the two paddles and one of Ann’s old riding crops, they didn’t have any of the usual S & M accouterments. No whips. No chains. No restraints. She told Jerry he could tie her up if he wanted to, but he refused.

Jerry explained to Ann that if he ever had her tied up and helpless he would not stop when she told him to, either when he was spanking her or fucking her. She retorted that if he ever fucked her without her permission, he could just dial 911 and hand her the phone on his way out the door. He wasn’t sure he believed her, but he never put it to the test. It was a wise decision because she would have made that call.

As the playful spankings progressed, one thing they did do was to find a small, waist high table. They put it in her hallway. It was just the right height to bend over, putting her butt at just the right height and angle. The hallway had four doors, one on each end and one on each side. When the doors were all closed, the outside world was shut out completely. It was very dark without the light on, and the small hallway was even soundproof.

It was very rare for either one of them to wind up bending over the table in the hall. They wanted to keep it a fresh and exciting experience, not an everyday occurrence. They just wanted to know that the table was there, ready for them to use. And the paddles were right in the hall closet. And even several lengths of soft rope, if needed. Knowing that the room was there was spine tingling, exciting and dangerous.

One night he came in the door and handed her a little present, soft drinks and corn chips. He always brought something when he came over but it was usually nothing very expensive: a flower, a snack or a lottery ticket. It was just a small token. Money wasn’t very important to either of them. Standing there in the foyer, he kissed and hugged her and rubbed his hands up and down on her butt. He spanked her right there, lifting up her skirt and reaching around her. She very seldom wore any underwear when she knew he was coming over.

He remarked, “I just love a woman with a round, firm butt.” He gave her a smart slap. “And big, beautiful breasts don’t hurt either.”

She replied, rubbing her face against his shirt, “And I love a man with big, strong hands, a wicked sense of humor, and a well-defined set of muscles. But what the hell, two out of three ain’t bad. Ouch!” He had slapped her butt extra hard.

He turned his attention to her three small dogs, greeting them. He had to since they were going nuts, jumping all over and biting each other to get his attention.

They went on into the living room and drank their sodas while they watched television. She had recorded the fifth game of the World Series for him. Jerry realized that it was a real sacrifice for her because Ann hated baseball.

It was not the first sporting event the couple had enjoyed together. She remembered a tennis match they had watched once and how Jerry kept slapping her ass in time with the player’s strokes. When the baseball game was finally over, she asked him to spank her.

“Roll over,” he said, always ready to oblige.

He sat beside her rubbing and even kissing her butt. Once, she felt his wet tongue slide up the crack in her butt. Shivers ran down her spine. She rested her face on her hands. He gave her a light spanking, only making it harder when she asked him to.

Occasionally when he hit her with an especially hard blow, he would suck in his breath and remark, “That one really stung, didn’t it, baby?”

He only spanked one cheek, resulting in her butt turning pink on that side. Finally he stopped spanking her.

“Go get the ping pong paddle,” he ordered.

She refused; she was enjoying the sensations of the cool air on her warm ass. He went to get it.

“You know I’m going to make you pay for disobeying me,” he threatened as he got up to go find the paddle.

She was lying there relaxing with her eyes closed. She didn’t know he was back with the paddle until she felt the rough texture of it resting on her smooth ass. He held it against the side he had neglected before. He began to rub it in small circles on her soft skin. Finally he raised the paddle and began to spank her with it, hitting the cheek he had neglected with his hand.

It was very loud. Not very painful, but very loud. She worried that the neighbors would hear the loud cracks of the paddle on her bottom. To this day, she doesn’t know if they did or not. He spanked her with the paddle for a long time; finally he turned his attention back to the first cheek. Both sides of her butt became red and warm. Her cheeks stung.

He stopped and they had another soda and watched more TV. He sat on the floor beside the sofa and gently stroked her butt, savoring the heat of it. He gave her several deep, luscious kisses. It was wonderful.

He gave her another order, “Go get the heavy paddle.”

Again she refused, acting lazy and very impertinent. Recognizing her rebellion for what it was, a desire to have him step up the force of the spanking a little bit, he brought back the paddle and used it with a lot more severity. She squirmed and pleaded with him to stop, but when he asked if she was going to be a good girl, she shook her head “no” and called him a jerk.

Apparently she hadn’t had enough. When he was done they cuddled again, his hands teasing her buttocks and the moisture of her vagina. Finally he asked her for a favor. He wanted her to paddle him.

She told him to take the heavy paddle and go into the hall. “Get in there and bend over the table with your pants down. When I get around to it, after the movie, I’ll be in there to beat you. And remember, I’m not as nice as you are. I’ll beat you until your butt is black and blue.”

In truth, she really was much more severe with him than he was with her. She hit him harder and faster than he expected. And she kept hitting him for a few more blows when he asked her to stop. He wasn’t annoyed but he said he wanted vengeance. Ann was not a stupid woman. She sent him home. She wondered how he would explain the bruises on his butt to his wife. Oh well, he’d been telling her for years that they were getting divorced.

He turned at the door and said, “I’ll figure out a way to pay you back for paddling me so hard. I’m a smart man.” He kissed her.

“Did you say you were a smart man,” she teased, “or that you have a smart-ass? I’ll bet it really does smart.”

He pulled her head towards him for another kiss. “Oh baby, you’re really in trouble now.”

“I’m shaking,” she teased him.

Another thing she surprised him with was a movie. It took her a lot of hunting but she finally found a movie with two spanking scenes in it. There were no whips and chains, and not even any sex – just spanking. In the first scene the girl was spanked with a belt, and in the second another girl was spanked by hand.

It was the second scene that she showed to Jerry.

The girl was average and the man spanking her was older. It didn’t seem very impressive at first. He started out spanking her on her skirt and finally lowered her skirt and panties to the floor. He never touched her sweater. Then things got very interesting indeed. The man was a master at spanking. His hands never stopped moving, either stroking or spanking the girl, and never too hard or too soft. He talked to her constantly as he rained slaps on her buttocks, thighs, calves and even the soles of her feet. At one point he pretended her rounded, red buttocks were bongo drums as he played a tune and sang along. When he finished, he had her sit on his lap and promise to be good, but not too good. He wanted to spank her again. And soon.

Ann had to play the movie softly with the sound turned way down because at the time, she had rented her spare bedroom out. After the movie, when Jerry wanted to spank Ann, they had to be quiet too. His hand was too loud, and so was a paddle. Jerry used his thumb to give her sharp little snaps with his fingers which hurt but were unsatisfying. Finally, he used a hairbrush on her. It was wonderful. Quiet but painful. Ann kept urging him on. At one point Jerry turned the brush over and used the bristles on her red, bruised ass. Then very gently he used the bristles on her moist pussy, and used the smooth handle inside her, playing with her until she came.

They didn’t play any spanking games for the next few days, they just kissed and talked. They held each other and loved each other, without sex. That week Ann’s tenant moved out. On Friday, Jerry called her from his job. It was an obscene phone call. At the end of the call he told her to be waiting for him, tied up and naked, bent over the table in the hall. It was payback time. He sounded very stern and cold as he promised her that this time he would hurt her, really hurt her.

He didn’t expect her to really do it. How could she tie herself up? And why would she? She spent the time between coming home from her new job and his arrival figuring out just that. She was horny, aroused and excited by the prospect of waiting for him, naked and helpless.

She wasn’t afraid. She could never be afraid of him. Jerry couldn’t hurt a fly. She found the rope and used her experience with horses to figure out how to tie the knots. The secret was to make the final knot a slipknot, so that she could slide her hand into the knot and tighten it by pulling on it. If she wanted to, she could also pull the end of the rope and release the knot. She waited until she heard his car drive up, then she went into the hall and got into the knots.

She had placed the heavy paddle on the table beside her. She left the front door unlocked and turned all the lights in the house off, except for the foyer. The hall light was off, and she was waiting in the dark. A stray thought went through her head. She wondered what she would do if someone else showed up.

She heard him come in and greet the dogs. She called for him to come to her. It took a few minutes for him to get into the hall without letting the dogs in too. He was shocked when he turned on the light and saw her. She had waited just as he ordered her to with one exception; she was wearing bright red, lacy underwear! He slowly pulled down the lacy panties, inch by inch until they were down to her knees. Then he immediately began to spank her first with his hand; only on one buttock until that side of her butt was hot and bright pink, before he turned to the other cheek. Finally he picked up the paddle. He used the cool ceramic tile to rub her sore behind gently and slowly for several moments. He held the paddle still against her left cheek until she was in an agony of suspense. He brought the paddle crashing down on her left cheek with a loud crack and it began. For once, he hit her hard. Very hard. He was alternating the blows, going from cheek to cheek. When she couldn’t stand it any more, she yelled for him to stop.