by Frank Martinet
Bianca and I have been together for nearly five years now. She's amazing and we'll probably get married soon and eventually start a family, but we're not in a huge rush. We both would like to settle in our careers before we turn everything upside down with kids. Besides, we rather like things with just us two: it makes it much easier to play spanking games!
The first time I went out with Bianca I was pretty blunt about how much I adored her ass. It's large and very noticeable - to the point where she was sensitive about it - and my unfeigned joy at the juicy cheeks pleased her. She'd never been spanked, and it took me a few weeks to convince her to let me do more than just give her ass a few slaps. It turned out, she loved it. There are a ton of nerve endings in the butt and when you get them all tingling the sex afterwards is just mind-blowing.
Since those early days Bianca's endurance has increased and now she can take incredibly hard spankings. We've played with all sorts of toys, from heavy wooden paddles to thin whippy canes that leave her butt striped for days. It's hard to say which she prefers. Right at the point of contact she thinks it hurts way too much and she even swears "never again" - but a few seconds later and she's actually craving another daring strike.
Most of the time we do various scenarios. Nothing too involved: just your typical schoolmaster and schoolgirl, father-daughter, boss-employee, and so on. Bianca loves to dress up and make a real go of it, but I just act gruff and stern. We usually plan a little bit so we both have an idea of how far we want to go, depending on our mood, and thus Bianca will arrive with the appropriate note from her teacher telling how bad she was in school, have a bad report card all typed up, a grave reason she was sent to the headmaster, and so on. She's gotten so she likes to be challenged so the punishments she dreams up are often elaborate and severe. That suits me just fine, because there's nothing I like better than blistering her beautiful tail.
Of course, being a guy, I'm never completely satisfied. I have no idea why: Bianca's a stunning beauty and her perfect butt is a godsend and should be more than enough for any man. Yet I sometimes want more. I guess it's part of being a butt man - butts come in so many varieties and I just love all of them. One of my faves is the classic 'bubble' butt. Bianca's is certainly not that. It's broad and plush, with acres of gorgeous flesh, but it doesn't have that smaller, rounder, tighter bubble that also appeals to me.
We're pretty open in our relationship, so Bianca knows this. In fact, when we're out she'll often point out other girls' butts and ask me how much they turn me on. "Oh, what about that one? Is that spankable?"
"Not bad," I might say. "A little small and not quite deep enough, though."
Sometimes we'll find a real bubble butt and she'll see how it excites me. "God," I'll moan. "I'd just love to really paddle that ass purple!"
We even kidded around about doing a threesome. I made it pretty clear I wasn't interested in sex with another girl, though. I have my standards and that didn't appeal to me at all. But spanking another and then fucking Bianca would be real bliss. The problem was that we're not really in the 'scene,' so we don't know any other couples who spank or girls who are into it. Telling a random stranger in the park, "You've got a terrific bubble butt and would you mind if I paddled it blister red?" seemed a bit out there!
So, though the idea appealed to me, I never thought it would happen. But last month was my thirtieth birthday. Yeah, a significant milestone, and Bianca wanted to treat me with something special. I knew she was up to something because she kept acting mysterious and soon was walking around with a Cheshire Cat smile. She wouldn't explain, however, even when I spanked her soundly!
As the day approached, she told me to keep my calendar open for that Saturday. I figured she had reservations at a fancy restaurant or something, but what happened was unbelievably amazing. It was around four o'clock and we were sitting in the living room as though waiting for something. The doorbell rang and there was Bianca's sister, Stefanie.
At first I resented the intrusion, thinking that the timing couldn't have been worse, but then Bianca guided Stef inside as though she expected her. I was confused. Weren't Bianca and I supposed to have a special romantic dinner? Was Stef supposed to tag along? Soon it became clear that something else was on the cards.
I'd met Stef a few times. She'd just started college and was basically a smaller version of Bianca: slimmer, shorter, and about eight years younger. She's similarly blond and pretty, though her face is her own. She doesn't have the broad hips of her big sis, but she does have a fantastic bubble butt. Bianca had once even joked with me about spanking it. I'll confess the concept was utterly appealing, but I regarded it as a fantasy, like dating Angelina Jolie.
"You're late," Bianca growled at her sister.
"Sorry, I was with some friends and I-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Bianca snarled. I stared at her in amazement. She's normally easy-going and rarely swears. But she was furious and seemed a different person.
"I know about everything," she continued, grabbing Stef's shoulder and guiding her into the living room. She shoved her onto the sofa and towered above. "Mark does, too. We know all about your pathetic grades. You've been staying up late partying and socializing instead of going to class."
"Bianca, I-"
"I told you to shut the fuck up! Did you think I invited you over here for fun? I'm spitting mad. Mom and Dad have spent a fortune they can't afford putting you into school and you're just pissing that money away goofing off."
This news hit Stef hard. I knew Bianca's parents were older and having health struggles that were straining their finances. Trying to put their youngest through college was no doubt a big burden. Stef hung her head, her face flushed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Sorry? What's going to happen when Mom and Dad find out? The news will probably give Dad a heart attack!"
"Bianca, don't even joke about that!"
"Who's joking? I talked with your advisor at school, Stef. He told me about the incidents with campus security. And the fines you have to pay. Where is that money coming from? You've maxed out your 'emergencies only' credit card. Yeah, that's right, I told you I know everything. Do you know you're just inches away from being expelled?"
Stef gulped and looked ready to cry. She covered her face with her hands, but Bianca slapped her palms away. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, young lady!"
Now Stef really did begin to cry. The tears pooled in her blue eyes - she really was gorgeous, though dreadfully young at a mere eighteen - and trickled down her rosy cheeks.
"Please, Bianca, I really screwed up. I know that. Please, you can't tell Mom and Dad. You've got to help me!"
"What you need is a good, old-fashioned spanking!" Bianca said sternly.
Stef looked aghast and bewildered. After all, she wasn't a kid, and their parents didn't use corporal punishment. I could tell from her expression that she assumed her sister was speaking metaphorically. "I know," she said, nodding and shrugging. "You're right."
That's when Bianca produced the twenty-inch pine paddle. It was one of our milder ones, but for the unspanked Stef it must have looked as fearsome as a medieval weapon. Her jaw fell open.
"You can't be serious!"
"Why not? Nothing else has worked. You certainly need something to teach you a lesson and get you to focus."
"But nobody spanks anyone any more!"
"I beg to differ," Bianca said. "Mark just paddled me black and blue last week."
Stef's eyes widened as she gaped at me. I was just along for the ride, so I achieved a decently grim expression and tried to appear stern and unforgiving. I was starting to get a feeling where this was going and my heart was racing so fast I feared I'd be the one to have the heart attack.
"You got spanked?" cried Stef. Her eyes were the size of pancakes. "But that's crazy!"
"No, sis, it's justice. I was bad and Mark knew it and punished me."
This, of course, was the first I'd heard of any of this. I had paddled Bianca the previous week, but she'd literally asked for it, climbing into bed and baring her butt and telling me she'd been really naughty.
Stef was staring at me with a new look of respect and perhaps a bit of fear. She clearly wanted me to deny Bianca's claims, but I wasn't going to do that. Instead, I nodded solemnly.
"In fact," Bianca continued, "Mark is scheduled to punish me tonight, so if you want, he can spank you, too."
It was as though all the air in the room had been sucked out. I saw Stef gasping, her whole body stunned. I also was in disbelief, wondering if I'd heard correctly. Was a fantasy of mine about to come true?
"He can punish both of us right now. Come on, sis, you know you deserve it." There was a pause while none of us breathed. Then Bianca offered the carrot. In a gentler voice she added, "If you cooperate and take your punishment bravely, I'll help you with Mom and Dad. They'll never have to know about how bad you've been."
Stef swallowed hard. "Really, Bianca? You mean that?"
"Yes. You'll have to take make-up classes this summer, and get a job to pay off those debts, but Mark and I will help, and our parents won't need to know."
The relief on Stef's face was great, but all I saw was her nodding. The next thing I knew Bianca was stripping. She'd put on an elegant pink top with sleek black trousers that highlighted her curvy figure, but all that was coming off. Stef stared at her in astonishment.
"Come on, sis. Spankings are in the nude, of course. Unless you want extra spanks for not cooperating, you'd better hurry up and strip."
"Everything?" Stef glanced nervously in my direction.
"Stef, this is punishment. Trust me, once that paddle starts a fire in your ass, being naked will be the least of your concerns."
By this time Bianca was down to her bra and panties. The bra, like most of those she wore, seemed inadequate to hold up her huge breasts. They spilled out the top like when too much cream is added to a cup of coffee. When she tossed the bra aside, the heavy tits were like giant gourds, the nipples huge and thick.
Stef gave me another look, her face brick red, and then she was kicking off her sneakers. The tee-shirt and jeans came next. Compared to her sister she seemed straight like a pole, but compared to most girls Stef was nicely curvy. She was unbelievably sexy in bra and panties, the latter a blue thong that left most of her ass cheeks bare.
"Keep going, Stef. Every stitch. It's part of your punishment. If you don't like it, perhaps you'll learn to not make the same mistakes next semester."
The teen shuddered, closed her eyes, and tore off the rest of her clothes.
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