We were over at our polyamorous BDSM friends’ house. Martin and Faye are one of the few couples we know that share our interests in domination and having an open marriage. We were in the basement because their children sleep on the second floor of the house and the basement is the safest place to be to not wake their kids up. It was around midnight and we had been drinking a little so we were not tired in the least.
The situation was not nearly the sensual orgy you are thinking. Instead of rampant sex we were playing Dirty Word Scrabble and bitching about our jobs. See, just because a couple has sex with people outside the marriage, doesn’t mean they have sex with EVERYONE outside the marriage. There are rules that every couple have. Little negotiations worked out late at night in bed and during long drives. Every couple has their limits, their preferences and their absolutely-nots.
For my wife and me, we made a deal to only engage in sex with people who were our submissives. No one night stands for us unless there was a collar and handcuffs involved. We also don’t share, preferring to keep our relationships separate. We know we would be more attractive to submissives if we were a domination tag team, but trust me on this one. It would be less a fantasy domination threesome and more like a vicious sibling fight over who gets the last slice of chocolate cake. We know our limits and we know how important it is to stick to them.
As for Faye and Martin, their rules are just as restrictive. Both of them are submissive and after a near-divorce, they have found happiness in bringing in someone from the outside to dominate them. Unlike my wife and me, Faye and Martin insist on being a complete set. They offer themselves as a couple to whoever can handle their raging libidos and frequent squabbles. The other rule they have is quite plain. No men allowed. They like being dominated by women and they aren’t comfortable with someone else’s cock being involved.
The four of us meet at a club and flirted till they realized that my wife doesn’t like to dominate men and I realized that Faye had no interest in submission that didn’t involve her husband. When we stopped flirting, we did find out that we shared an interest in games, science fiction and fine Japanese dining. This is how four open minded, kinky perverts ended up spending the occasional Saturday night eating out and playing geeky board games. Only in Atlanta could four hedonists like us end up having a regular platonic date night.
This Saturday was different.
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All of us had been in a dry spell. My last submissive decided that she didn’t want to be the slave to a married man, my wife’s submissive decided she was straight, and Faye and Martin were recovering from a Domme who has discovered an interest in cross-dressing. It had been months since any of us had experienced anything remotely domination related.
“Do you ever worry about getting rusty when it comes to spanking?” Faye asked.
This was right in the middle of arguing about the flaws of the movie, ‘War of the Worlds’, so my wife and I were a little taken back.
“Sometimes,” my wife said. “I mean, you never really forget but when I start with a new submissive, there’s always that first round of spanking where I am just fucking up non-stop.”
Faye looked at Martin. Something non-verbal passed between them. In my erotica writing mind, I could hear the porn music starting and I could imagine a half dozen indecent proposals. Well, I was also staring at Faye’s breasts which were under a plain t-shirt but I could see the points of her nipples.
“We thought it might be something like that,” Martin said. “So Faye and I were talking and we thought we should have practice sessions. Nothing serious, just break out the bench and you two could keep your skills sharp.”
My wife smirked. “And I am assuming you two will be heroically offering yourselves as practice dummies.”
Faye giggled. “Only because we’re friends, we’ll be willing to help you out.”
Martin nodded. “Right, I mean, we know nothing will come out of it. It’ll just be friends spanking friends. No sex, or collars or anything like that.”
Wow. Martin had managed to kill my erection and created a new use for the term ‘just friends’. Sounded about as sexy as painting his garage. No wait, paint would mean Faye and my wife could get splattered with wet paint. I realized that I would rather paint his garage than spank his wife. How fucked up is that?
“Go for it,” my wife said. I stared at her. She had her poker face on which meant she was trying to trick me into doing something. Did she think I wanted to do this? Or did she know how little I would be interested in it and wanted to see me fake it? Sometimes her sadistic side spills over into married life and I had a feeling she knew how hard it would be for me to spank someone I couldn’t fuck.
“Yeah, I’m game,” I lied. What the hell. I had lost the last game of Dirty Word Scrabble so I might as well do something I am at least good at.
Martin and I dug out the spanking bench. It was another weekend project the four of us had done together. Faye wanted a bench, Martin bought the wood and my wife watched enough home improvement shows to put it together. It had been made specifically for Faye and will lift her cute ass right where it needs to be.
Faye came up to the bench while martin brought out their bag of paddles. She turned to me and asked quite casually, “pants on or off?”
That dominant surge went through me. All it took was such a simple request. “Off,” I said.
Faye shimmied out of her jeans and I liked the way her hips moved. I watched, careful not to stare or groan with her husband and my wife standing there. This was just for practice, remember?
“Shirt on or off?” she asked. Now, I have seen Faye’s tits before. I have seen her naked in the dungeons and she has a cute set of breasts that are small and very precious looking. But this was the first time I had ever had the power to see her tits and I was loving it.
“Off,” I said.
Faye took her shirt off and dropped it down beside her. Again I felt that surge that was a mix of power and arousal.
“Underwear on or off?” Faye asked.
Oh, now this was a hard one. She was wearing a pair of pink panties that was cute but certainly not my preferred color. Technically she should be bare ass so I can see how much I am marking her, but ordering her to take her underwear off might be pushing. My wife was no help of course as she just sat on the couch and watched. Martin was too busy pretending to study the supports on the bench to offer any guidance. If I say yes, will he object? If I say no, will everyone think I am doing it to lessen the sexual tension, of which there shouldn’t be any because this is just for practice.
Fuck it. “Off,” I said.
Faye’s eyes flickered to Martin but he wasn’t watching her. She flashed me a quick grin, one that my wife couldn’t see by the way, and pulled down her panties. She didn’t do it sexy, or with any flair. Faye just yanked her panties down and stepped out of them like I had seen my wife do a million times when she gets ready for a shower. But let me tell you, having Faye take them off because I said so, that was sexier than actual sex.
Now nude, Faye took her position on the bench. I went over to the bag of paddles and looked for something suitable. Martin stood around for a moment before taking a seat on the recliner. Awful hard not to notice he didn’t sit on the couch with my wife. I ignored him and sorted through the bag before deciding on a red ping pong paddle. It was a nice familiar tool since it was the same brand of paddle I have at home. it wasn’t terribly sexy or seductive either which made it perfect for smacking the bottom of a friend.
“I was trying to think of a safe word, but we don’t need one right?” Faye said. “I can just tell you when to stop.”
I fought back the sigh. “That’s true,” I said.
My hand went to her hair and I stopped halfway. I liked holding their hair while I spanked them. It keeps their head tilted back and I can tug and pull to my heart’s content. Instead I put my hand behind my back keeping it out of the way so I don’t give in to the hair pulling urge.
Faye was bent over her bench with her ass high in the air while she rested her chest and arms on the length of the bench. With her bottom facing Martin and my wife, I started with some light taps. I spanked her ass in a circle, moving around her bottom as I became used to her curves. She took my spanks easy enough. I had seen her take far worse so I know she could handle it. I just wanted to map her butt with my paddle and get familiar with how she was shaped.
When I was confident, I gave her the first real smack of the night. It was sudden and the sound or paddle on ass cracked through the basement. Faye shook and cried out a single outburst of pain. Martin and my wife giggled at her pain and once again the friendly atmosphere choked out any real intensity.
Oh well. I went to work on her bottom. If I wasn’t trying to seduce her, I might as well work on my technique. Three smacks on her left cheek, two smacks on her right. One, two, three smacks landed dead center on her buttocks followed by four hard hits on her left cheek and five on her right. One, two, one, two rhythm on both buttocks till it was so regular you could set a watch to it. I cycled through my usual techniques and worked out the kinks of my swings.
My wife and Martin talked about comic book movies while I worked. They spent a lot of time discussing which was the best Superman movie while I spanked Faye. The chatter was distracting, especially when neither of them appreciated the importance of Lois Lane being a smoker. It was impossible to sink into the moment of spanking and I knew it had to be hard for Faye too. Dungeons usually had loud blaring instrumental music to let the submissives zone out on their pain and bliss. Here, among friends, there was no escape from the geeky friendship we shared.
The final straw came when Faye chimed into their conversation and suggested that Superman II would have been better with Lex Luther. This was a friendly non-domination scene but come on! There were limits to my tolerance.
I gave Faye something else to think about. One long swing of the paddle that smacked off her ass and interrupted her mid sentence with a shuddering shriek. She half rose from the bench and arched her back in such a beautiful way.
“Ouch!” Faye said.
There was a tense quiet moment. I thought perhaps I had hit her too hard. Or maybe Faye would quit. Or worse, my wife or Martin might pick up on my frustration and notice that I was caught between trying to be casual and wanting to be alone with Faye’s nude bottom.
“It’s supposed to hurt!” Martin said. “Keep going, she always whines when it starts getting good.”
Just like that the hesitations all went away. Faye groaned and resumed her position while Martin and my wife moved on to talking about Spider-man. Sure, there was still chatter but now I felt like I was free to really give her a spanking.
I gave her a dozen light taps to get her ready again. I slapped her ass in a circle and then picked up the force of my swings while still keeping the swats in a circle. Around and round I laid darker and darker paddle prints on her ass. She started to move, flinching in a tight circle to avoid the paddle’s next strike. Faye never completely avoided the paddle but it did make her hips dance in a way that was making me think of how she would be if she was sitting astride my cock.
No, no. I couldn’t let myself start thinking like that. I stopped the circle and gave her a series of escalating hard smacks squarely between her cheeks. Faye cried out on the fourth hit, screamed louder on the seventh hit and was biting her lips hard to stifle a scream on the twelfth.
I paused and bent over her. “Are you okay?” I said softly, but loud enough so that Martin and my wife could hear me.
“Yeah, that was just so many so hard,” Faye said. Her rambling sentence made Martin laugh.
“Got to keep you on your toes,” I said.
I wanted to run my fingers down her back. Let my fingernails trace a trail to her ass and right over a pink spot I saw forming. I wanted to watch that back arch again and then smack her right as she relaxes. Instead, I behaved and went back to her ass without touching her.
Left, right, left right, left, left, right, right and then one in the center. I made her ass jiggle from the force of my swings. I increased the speed and then slowed down right when she didn’t expect it. It was hard to spank someone I wasn’t physically touching but I worked through it. if anything, I spanked her harder and more frequently than I normally do because I was trying to touch her through the paddle. The cruel ping pong paddle became my fingernails, my lips and my hand. Judging from the growing erection in my pants, it was also substituting for my cock.
I tried to see if Faye was feeling the same way but it was hard to tell. She was constantly making noises now. Mostly it was grunts of pain but here and there would be a moan and I didn’t know if it was a moan of pleasure of pain tolerances overwhelmed. When she moved on the bench I couldn’t tell if it was humping the bench or riding the shockwave another paddle strike. What I would have given to just reach between her legs and check for myself.
My erotica mind kept drifting to Martin and my wife. If only my wife would decide for one night to dominate a man and make a move on Martin. She could instruct him to take off his shirt and she could bite on his nipples till he begged for release. My wife would refuse and then make him strip down while she selected a cane from their bag. Then she could cane him viciously, making him squirm and cry until she deigned to sit on his face and let him eat her. If all that came to pass, then it would perfectly all right for me to go from spanking Faye to truly possessing her for just one night.
Instead, Martin and my wife began to pick their favorite Star Trek captain.
Faye’s ass paid for my frustration with reality not morphing into pornography. My spanking took on a savage tone as I really laid into her. Her ass deepened in color to a dark red that would be purple tomorrow. Faye kept her head down, whimpering and arching her back in that way I have grown to adore. I went from spanking her to punishing her for teasing me with this near-domination frustration. No matter how furious I smacked her bottom, she never asked me to stop.
“I’m thirsty,” Martin said. “Anyone want a drink while I’m upstairs?”
I stopped spanking Faye. “Water please,”
“Water for me too,” Faye said.
My wife looked at me and again I saw the poker face slid over her. “I want a soda. I’ll come up with you, Martin, and give you a hand.”
“All right,” Martin said without a moment’s hesitation. And up him and my wife went, leaving me and Faye all alone in the basement. Wow, I guess people really do trust me with their spouses.
I grabbed Faye’s hair and tugged her head up. She hissed but again said nothing. I bent down close to her ear and resisted the urge to bite her. Instead, I just whispered.
“Right now, if you were mine,” I said. “I want have taken your mouth with my cock by now. I would have spread your legs and made you hump the paddle’s handle till you came close to climaxing.”
Faye moaned and this time I knew it was all sexual. “I feel-“
“Shut up,” I said, tugging her head harder. “I would clamp your tits with bells so that every time I spanked you they would jingle. I would make you beg for every paddle swat, make you beg for every time I grabbed your ass and make you beg for me to lube up, and slide my cock right into these lovely red cheeks of yours.”
Faye arched her back while I held onto her hair.
“And I would fuck your ass, Faye,” I said. “I would fuck it and keep smacking the sides with my paddle till I climaxed. Your ass would fill with cum and you would get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet for the pleasure of being ass-fucked by me.”
“But, you are not mine,” I said. I released her hair and spanked her once again. I gave Faye the spanking of her life. Over and over I slammed the paddle into her ass and both of us knew that that we rather it had been my cock driving into her.
Martin and my wife returned with our drinks and I finally set down the paddle to take a bottle of water. Martin whistled at Faye’s abused bottom and Faye decided that she had enough. He helped her off the bench and made a joke about how I must have needed a lot of practice to have spanked her for so long. We all laughed like the friends that we are.
“Thank you,” Faye said to me. Her eyes flashed down to my feet. I smiled at the sentiment.
“Your welcome, Faye.” I then turned to my wife and did my best impression of her poker face.
“Hon, don’t you think it’s time you practiced on Martin? It’s actually a lot of fun.”
Martin perked up and his bright eyes of excitement were impossible to miss. My wife flashed me a quick glare. She didn’t like spanking men but Martin’s happiness was cruel to ignore.
“Sure, she said.
Faye put her clothes back on and lounged on the couch, her ass to the side so she wouldn’t have to sit on it. I sat in the recliner. I watched as Martin stripped down and bent over the gaming table while my wife picked up a riding crop. There was a million things I wanted to say, a million things I wanted to do, but none of them were appropriate. Couples like us have rules and couples like us stay couples because we obey the rules.
Faye looked at me and I looked at her.
“So,” I said. “Do you think they will ever make a good Star Wars again?”