A Non-Consensual Spanking?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: BDSM  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


I always say that it’s all about consensuality between informed adults. Always say that. Bang on about it. Bore people with it.

But maybe the only person I’m trying to convince is myself. Maybe.

Scroll back. Rewind back over thirty years. Relive.

A scruffy run-down lounge in a down-market flat in an up-market area of a down-market town…

"Look why don’t you try it? You never know you may enjoy it. I do."

"Okay," she says.

"It will be better if you’re naked."

"Okay," she says again. But this time more nervously.

A few minutes later she enters the room – naked.

She’s a sexy bitch, which is probably why I married her. Twenty-five years of age, blonde and pretty with blue eyes, buxom and tanned all over – she often sunbathes naked when she’s not under a tanning machine.

I put her over my lap, I love the feel of her naked body and tell her not to worry. I then pick up the carpet slipper and begin to gently spank her buttocks. She shifts uncomfortably as I begin to increase the frequency and the power of the swats. As I do I become even stiffer and begin to sweat myself, maybe even become a little ‘fevered’.

She tells me that she’s not enjoying it and could we stop now?

"It sometimes takes a while for the hormones to kick in darling," I say. And lie.

And now I begin to lay it on. The smacks are hard and very frequent. She really starts to struggle but I hold her down. Something has got hold of me. Perversion. Lust.

I keep beating her and it is all becoming a haze. My cock feels that it is going to explode.

And then I come to my senses.

Her buttocks are really red and sore. And she is crying. I let go of her arm which I have twisted almost to the top of her back. She is shaking and now I realise she is sobbing uncontrollably. 

I apologise and let her go.

She jumps up and runs into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Suddenly, I feel shame. And fear. Maybe she will phone the police…

*

But years, no, decades, later she didn’t. But it was never spoken about since and never written about till today.

Yeah, thought I’d share it with you.

 


Submitted: May 30, 2022

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