{ASSTR 23} The Ditched Lover's Revenge
{Big Billie} (M/F spank, c)
Author's Statement: Big Billie is opposed to
spanking except for consenting adults; However,
spanking sexually excites him, so he writes
about it.
My name is Angie Phillips. I am 28 years old, and have been married to my
husband, Jim, for ten years. When I was 16, I had a boyfriend called Dave. At
that age my sexuality was bubbling under, and I wanted to show the power that
I had over boys. I also wanted to lose my virginity. So I led Dave on. I let
him take my virginity and screw me a few times. And then I ditched him. Dave
was heartbroken. He made a fool of himself over me. But I was a bitch. I just
laughed at him and moved on rapidly to other boys and other experiences.
Eventually, I got off with Jim, who is Dave's best friend. At our wedding,
Dave gave Jim an extra little gift, marked on the outside "Not to be Opened
until on Honeymoon." When we _did_ open it, we found inside a smooth, flat,
light, flexible rubber spatula shaped like a hairbrush with a handle. On it
was written "Spanking Paddle: for wives, daughters, and naughty girls of all
ages. Apply as hard and as often as necessary." Below this legend were a
number of risqué verses, indicating in more detail the circumstances and the
ways in which the appliance might be used, and the information "Made in the
USA. Special import." There was also a line drawing of a buxom lady over her
husband's knee. Her skirt and slip were yanked up over her back, and her
knickers were pulled down over the backs of her knees. At the moment depicted,
the lady's husband had his arm raised, and was clearly about to bring down the
paddle onto the lady's upturned rump, which was already a fetching shade of
pink from previously applied spanks. On the other side, which was very smooth
and obviously the "business end," nothing was written.
I could see that Jim was stunned at the gift. He had just had a shower, and
was relaxing, naked, on the bed. Immediately, I saw his cock begin to stiffen
up as he playfully swished the paddle through the air and mused on the
contents of its message.
On the third day of our honeymoon, that paddle was put to use. I suppose that
I am rather headstrong, and that I like my own way. I started a stupid
argument with my new husband. His reaction was playful but firm. He draped me
over his knee, raised my nightdress over my back, and gave me 24 spanks across
the bare bottom with Dave's wedding present. Jim did not smack me all that
hard, and he also spread the slaps around. Although I am not fat, I am a buxom
lady with a big bottom, and this meant that no one part of my bum took more
than a few whacks.
But, even so, Jim was very brisk and free with that paddle, and every swat
landed with a crisp, sharp crack. Jim also applied the whacks at intervals of
about 5 seconds, so that just as the bum started to tingle from one slap, he
let me have another one. After 2 dozen applications, my bottom felt on fire,
and as soon as Jim let me rise from his knee, I began to rub it vigorously, to
my spouse's great amusement. How undignified and embarrassing! When I examined
my bottom in the mirror, it was a deep, even shade of pink.
My comeuppance had been neither damaging nor cruel, and the next morning
there was no sign of injuries or red marks. Jim made very light of it, and
thought it was all a great joke. But, wow! At the time it didn't half sting! I
felt humiliated, and told Jim that I was not like a naughty little girl. I was
far too old to take such chastisement. It made me feel a complete fool.
Jim embraced me playfully, and gave me an affectionate kiss. "I know", he giggled.
"That's what makes the punishment so sexy and so effective. It is the perfect
come-uppance for a big, stroppy wife." "Bastard", I muttered under my breath.
Jim heard this, and smiled gleefully. But I was not thinking of him. It was
Dave who had set me up, and I was infuriated at how sexily he had taken his
revenge on me.
After our honeymoon we met Dave one night in our local pub. When he asked Jim
how he was making out with his little gift, Jim, to my great embarrassment,
told him, in great detail, how he had whacked my bare bum. Dave did not
guffaw, or laugh outright. Instead, he seemed stunned by Jim's report. But I
looked at his crotch during the narration, and I swear that I saw his willie
growing and hardening through his thin, tight fitting trousers.
Jim finished off by thanking Dave heartily for his present. "Angie needs firm
handling to keep her in line", he said, "and a smacked bum works fine. Cheers,
mate. Without you I would never have thought of it."
I was still gazing at Dave's crotch, which by now was bulging unmistakably.
"Next time", he said, clearly getting over-excited by his lascivious thoughts,
"Give her a few swats from me as well. Smack her across the pussy meat at the
back of her twat, between her pussy and her bum hole, where her pubic hairs
sprout thickest. That's the part of her rump that she wiggled at me before she
tugged up her knickers and biffed off."
I thought that Jim would be annoyed at another man talking about his wife in
such intimate detail. But he had been friends with Dave since they had been at
primary school, and he took the suggestion in good part. "No problem, mate,"
he answered. "I promise that every time I'll finish her off with 6 from you."
And, since then, that is exactly what Jim has done. He whacks me, I should
think, about every 2 or 3 weeks. He bares my bum and lays me across his knee.
First he gives me an even two dozen wallops (not all that hard) with the
paddle. He spreads these fairly evenly over my rump, except that he goes easy
on the plump meat of my lower bottom, where it curves around to my pussy
crack. Then there is a pause, until Jim makes some such remark as: "Here's the
6 from Dave." There is then another pause, during which I squirm in anger and
my pussy meat shudders in anticipation of what is about to hit it. Then down
comes the first swat, very sharply and firmly, and much harder than the
previous two dozen. Swish, crack! Right onto my undercarriage between my
pussy and my bum hole. My pussy hairs fly, and my sexy cunt meat
shudders and wobbles invitingly. "Ah!", "Oh!", "Ouch!", or some such
involuntary expletive is my indignant reaction to the force of the blow.
Immediately, I feel a sharp sting across the back of my pussy which is
supplemented, during the next 5 to 10 seconds, by an infuriating tingling
sensation. Jim then allows my upturned rump to go on ringing like a bell for a
few seconds. Then, just as the stinging and tingling reaches a climax, he
gives me another one, right across the pussy hairs again. A further expletive
follows from me, and the whole sexy cycle is then repeated until I have taken
a full 6 of the best across the back of my twat, or a total of 30 slaps in
all. I then rise to my feet, indignantly rubbing my cunt meat with as much
vigour as I can manage, and feeling a proper Charlie. Then, the next time Jim
sees Dave, he tells him what he has done and Dave buys him a pint on the
strength of it.
What Dave gets out of this is obvious. Revenge is sweet, especially when he
knows it will be taken again and again into the future. It is even sweeter
when it is this sexy, and this painful, humiliating and embarrassing for the
victim. Worse still, Dave has now got a fiancée, a Scottish girl called Fiona
who, at 16 years old, is 12 years younger than I am. But my God! Young though
she is she is a real cow! Yes! That vindictive little madam has set me up good
and proper! My goodness, but she has skilfully and deftly dropped me right in
it and no mistake! You see, Dave told Fiona the whole story, and she thought
it was one big hoot as well. Then the cunning little vixen made Dave swear on
the Bible to her that he would never release Jim from his promise to whack me.
I must be made to pay for what I did to him, she said, and the sharp crack of
the paddle across the back of my bare pussy meat for the rest of my life was
an appropriate punishment for my crime, and no more than I deserved. Worse
still, egged on by Dave and Jim who both explain that it is all part of my
punishment, the irritating little strumpet teases me mercilessly after every
single spanking I take. Wow! What a cow that young teenager is! I think that
she resents and envies how I took her future husband's virginity while she was
still a schoolgirl in regulation gym knickers.
But what does Jim get out of it? Firstly, he does not like the way I treated
Dave, and thinks I deserve to be punished for it. Secondly, and similarly to
Fiona, he is miffed that I was not a virgin when he bedded me, and that a
number of other punters had been up there first. On both counts, he tells me,
my pussy offended, so my pussy has to take the rap. And in any case, Jim says,
he likes spanking me. It keeps me in my place and it gives him a real hard on.
I can often feel his cock growing as stiff as a poker while I am over his
knee. Then, at the end of my spanking, Jim always screws me. Sometimes he
takes me from the rear, pushing his cock between my hot, reddened, tingling
buttocks. That really turns him on. Other times he takes me in the missionary
position, with me on top. He then uses the spanking paddle like a riding crop,
and gives me a few sharp swats across my tingling pussy when he thinks I
should giddy up. He specialises in doing this just as we are both coming to
orgasm, when he builds up the spanks in a sizzling rhythmic crescendo. Wow! He
really lets me have it, and it doesn't half sting!