by Ken Burke
To everyone who knew them, Ken and Sarah seemed to be the typical middle-class couple. She was an executive in a local business and he had a job in IT. They had a nice house in an upscale neighborhood and an active social life.
But while Ken and Sarah were in many ways the prototypical middle-class couple, in one way they were different: they had a secret. They were a spanking couple. Sarah spanked her husband on a regular basis. They had always been a spanking couple. In fact, that was how they had met.
When Ken was a freshman in college he had joined a fraternity and during his pledge period his fraternity had invited the officers from a sorority to paddle their pledges. As vice president of her sorority, Sarah was one of the sorority sisters who got the invitation.
The fraternity did not allow the pledges to be naked during the hazing ritual but did have them wearing tight yoga pants which made the lack of underwear very obvious. Each of the girls picked one pledge for her paddling assignment. Sarah picked Ken for his cute butt and shy manner. All the young women swung their heavy paddles with practiced authority and soon the pledges were having difficulty holding back tears, but the most embarrassing part of the whole experience was having to thank their paddlers for each swat and then request another one. "Thank you ma'am. May I have another?" each pledge called as his rear burned from the latest swat. It wasn't long before the requests were nearly incoherent as the pledges were sobbing in pain and humiliation. As Sarah applied the paddle to the seat of Ken's thin pants she was surprised to see a suspicious bulge in the front of his yoga pants. Sarah had long had a spanking fantasy but had not found any men willing to allow her to spank them - although many offered to spank her! Was it possible that she had at last found a willing candidate?
Like his fellow pledges, Ken found the hazing by the attractive senior girls very embarrassing and when it was over they could not help rubbing their burning bottoms vigorously despite the embarrassment it entailed. But unlike his fellow pledges Ken found that the experience had left him sexually aroused. This was his first experience being paddled. He had not even been spanked by his parents growing up. He did not know what to make of his reaction to the paddling but could not stop thinking about it.
Ken was quite surprised when he got a phone call from Sarah the very next evening inviting him to the sorority spring formal. He blushed when he recalled how they had met, but quickly accepted. It was quite an honor for a freshman to be invited by a senior sorority member, and word spread through the fraternity. Even the seniors were impressed.
Since the formal was month away Sarah suggested that she and Ken go out on a date before that to get better acquainted. She had a car and he did not so she told him that she would pick him up at the fraternity house Saturday evening. During dinner, Sarah teased him about the paddling she had given him the week before. Although he blushed at the subject, Ken found himself getting aroused once again and wondered if the idea would be more than mere conversation.
And indeed it would. When Sarah found a secluded place to park at the end of the evening, she pulled him close and kissed him deeply. But then she decided it was time to make her move. Placing her hand squarely on his lap, she said, "I really enjoyed paddling you. And it looked like you enjoyed it, too. Did you?"
Ken blushed a bright red at her question. He stammered and stuttered and did not know what to say. He had indeed been aroused but how could he admit it to this attractive young woman? What would she think of him? What would he think of himself? But soon he found he did not need to verbalize his response. Both he and Sarah became aware of his growing erection beneath her hand.
"Oh, my," Sarah said, "you are a naughty boy."
She looked into his eyes and suggested they move to the back seat. Once they had done so, she continued the conversation. "You know what happens to naughty boys, don't you? They get spanked."
With that she pulled Ken across her lap and began giving him the spanking she had always dreamed of giving a boyfriend one day. Ken was embarrassed at being treated in this juvenile manner but could not ignore the raging erection that he had developed. The spanking only stung slightly through his clothes but the intimacy and the attractiveness of his spanker was overwhelming. He could not deny that he did indeed like being spanked, especially by Sarah.
Sarah and Ken kissed and cuddled after the spanking and then Sarah said, "That's what happens to naughty boys. But things get even better for good boys. They get rewarded after their spankings. Let's see how good a boy you can be at the formal."
Ken was left to puzzle this out until the night of the formal arrived. Sarah picked him up early and instead of heading directly for the hall where the dance was to be held she went to a local motel and parked in front of one of the rooms. She pulled out a key and led him inside. Apparently she had already rented a room for the night before picking him up. This was going to be a very special night!
"Come, sit on the bed beside me," she told him. Once he was seated, she said, "Do you remember what I said on our date?"
"I think so," he replied. "You said that good boys get rewarded."
"Not exactly," replied Sarah. "I said that good boys get rewarded after their spankings. First things first. It's time for your pre-formal spanking. We don't want to get that nice tux wrinkled, so take it off."
Ken was surprised at Sarah's direct approach but decided to follow her directions. He blushed as he undressed. But then his eyes grew wide as Sarah stood and removed her dress, leaving her in her sheer bra and panties.
When she noticed him looking at her, she explained, "I certainly don't want to get my clothes wrinkled either."
She sat back down on the bed and beckoned Ken over to her. His erection was quite obvious in the front of his underwear. When he reached the bed, Sarah grabbed the sides of his briefs and pulled them down to his ankles revealing the erection that they had hardly concealed. Ken blushed brighter than ever but Sarah just grinned and boldly took hold of his erect member and guided him over her lap. This was her first ever opportunity to deliver a real bare bottom spanking!
Taking a moment to rub the male bottom before her, she watched it clench and unclench as she caressed it. Finally she took a deep breath and began to spank. It was not a particularly hard spanking (after all, this was sex, not punishment), but it wasn't a soft spanking either. These were not love taps she was dishing out. The noise of the skin-on-skin spanks reverberated from the motel room walls and Ken had a hard time to keep from crying out his distress at the stinging onslaught. This hurt quite a lot more than the previous spanking over his clothes, but not nearly as much as the paddling he had received as a pledge.
Sarah delighted at the pink shade that she had produced to Ken's nether cheeks and brought the spanking to a halt. As she once again rubbed the bare bottom before her, she noticed how warm the skin had become. She had often read about how spankings warmed the bottom of the recipient but she had always thought that it was metaphorical. Not so, she now thought. The warmth was real indeed.
As Ken got off her lap he rubbed his backside and leaned toward Sarah hoping to get more intimate now that they were mostly undressed in the motel room.
"Not so fast, big boy," Sarah told him. "Time for the dance. If you're a good boy there, then you might get your reward later."
Ken needed no further encouragement and was soon back in his tux. After Sarah reapplied her make-up and got her dress back on, they headed to the sorority formal.
The sorority had hired a full band and the food and drink flowed freely. Ken and Sarah danced often and proved to be quite compatible on the dance floor. Sarah particularly enjoyed the slow numbers when Ken would hold her close and she could whisper in his ear. She loved to say things like, "Does your bottom still tingle?" or "Do you think your behind is still pink?" Each intimate statement caused him to blush anew.
When they sat out from dancing Sarah introduced Ken to some of her sorority sisters. In one case, she introduced him to Betty, the sorority president. "You may remember Betty," she told Ken. "You met her the same night you met me." Ken knew at once she was referring to the night the sorority girls had paddled him and his fellow pledges and blushed a bright red at the reference, hoping that Betty did not get the message. But of course she did. A knowing look came over her face and she stepped around Ken to look at him from behind. Glancing down at the rear of his tuxedo pants she joked, "Oh, now I recognize you. Nice seeing you again, Ken." Poor Ken felt his face grow warmer than ever.
When the formal came to close, Ken and Sarah got back in her car and headed back to the motel. Ken was hoping that he would soon get his reward. When they entered the room, Sarah began to undress and indicated that Ken should do the same. Ken was now convinced that his reward was about to come. But Sarah had another surprise for him. Among her favorite spanking fantasies was giving her boyfriend a real hairbrush spanking and she had bought a wooden hairbrush for just this purpose.
To his embarrassment Ken immediately had an erection when he saw Sarah holding the hairbrush. Seating herself on the bed, she beckoned him over to her and indicated that he should lay himself over her lap. When he had done so, Sarah rubbed the smooth hard surface of the wooden hairbrush over Ken's now trembling bottom cheeks. When he felt the hairbrush lift off his bottom Ken held his breath, preparing himself for the unknown. It wasn't unknown long. There was no comparison between the hand spanking he had gotten before the formal and the hairbrush spanking he was getting now. Ken's head went up and his eyes flew open with the very first swat from that hairbrush. It really hurt! He gritted his teeth, not wanting to cry out, aware of the very real possibility of being heard in nearby rooms. It was one thing for someone to hear that a spanking was going on. It was quite another for him to reveal that he was the one getting spanked. It wasn't long before tears began to form in his eyes and his vision got blurry. Soon afterward, he grunted out his first audible complaints.
Sarah smiled in satisfaction at the reaction she had obtained. Ken was involuntarily clenching his backside and twisting his body in a vain attempt to avoid the painful spanks raining down on his defenseless bottom. But since this was for fun and not a punishment spanking, Sarah lightened up on the severity of the spanking and then brought it a halt after just a few minutes.
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