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A Careless Kath Gets Her Ass Reddened by Hal
By: KathHal (LawyersInc@aol.com)A Mischevious Kath Gets Her Bottom Reddened by Hal
A single line in a post by someone who I’ll call I____ [I'm not using her name without permission] brought vividly to mind some sex play that Hal and I discovered by sheer accident when we were still courting.
He was at my apartment one evening and we were cuddled naked on the couch after our hello fuck. My time to mix drinks, so I did him a rum and Coke. He took one sip and said, Sugar, we are going to be together for the next 50 years or so. So, let me make a request?
Sure, babe, what do you have in mind?
You pour drinks by hand. Do me a favor – two jiggers of rum and then the Coke, OK?
Oh. Now that I know, I’ll do it right. I promise. I am a pretty fast learner, I said.
We fooled around some more, way into the night, and I thought to myself, 50 years, he said! Wow, to be fucked by this human pile driver all that time….Fifty times what, three hundred, four hundred? How many fucks is that? Lucky girl, I said. (And that I am, for sure.)
A few nights later, at his place, I goofed. One sip of the drink that I mixed for him, and he frowned and said, Kath, what did I ask the other night? Two jiggers, remember?
Oh, dear! I forgot. I apologized and did a new drink. He did not comment further.
Later, when we crawled naked into bed, I gave his dick a good licking while he buried his face in my groin – the sort of slow oral sex that we liked in advance of a fuck. Although I was by no means a virgin, I was not a sleep-about either, and I had not had all that many cocks in my mouth.
But I knew good and darned well that he tasted better than any man I had ever sucked – a man taste is all I can say – and that I loved to get him in my mouth and keep him there for a long time. Even after he had came, it was fun to roll his penis around with my tongue, and find those last little flecks of cum and lick them off.
On slow Sunday afternoons, the ones we set aside for nothing-but-sex, I would give myself a challenge: bring him off once with my mouth, and then keep him there, just playing, until I felt his penis swell into hardness again, and once he was fully erect, try my dangdest to make him cum again.
I did not always succeed, to be sure.
But that he was driving me crazy with his mouth on my pussy all the while did make for fun for both of us.
OK, now back to the evening in question, when for the second time in a row I screwed up making Hal a rum and Coke. By mutual (and unspoken) agreement the time for oral sex had ended, and how ‘twas time to fuck.
I’ve always liked to begin by getting on top of my lover, and slowly lowering my body down on his waiting cock so that it can slide slowly into my cunnie. To me, one of the great joys of fucking is that initial penetration, and being able to control the pace meant that I would milk the entry for maximum pleasure. Once he (Hal or whoever) was fully inside my twat, of course, we could begin the moving around that was also somewhat fun [wink - a helluva' lot of fun, as you all know!].
That night, I had no more gotten him in all the way when SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three hard and stinging blows to my bare ass, from his bare hand.
I found that my body reflexively thrust down harder on Hal’s cock, as if to escape from his blows.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three more, and damned hard, so much so that I gasped and felt tears swelling in my eyes. Hal, what the hell are you doing? I am Kath, the woman you love, the woman who is going to marry you. And you are hitting me?
I was so shocked that I buried my face in the crook of his neck and said, Hal, what is going on? Why are you doing that? My ass felt like it was on-fire. Yes, it really hurt.
Remember when you told me the other night that hereafter, you would make my drink the way I like it? he asked, rubbing his hand over my stinging ass as he did so.
Yes, I whispered. And I am sorry. I forgot tonight.
You sure did, he said. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three more whacks on my bottom, as hard as the first half-dozen. And, despite the pain, I found myself going utterly wild as I writhed against his hard cock. I felt that he had never been in me so deep, that he had never thrust himself up off the mattress to fuck me. I found myself matching him, lunge for strong lunge, even as tears flooded my cheeks.
one on two sexOh, Hal, I am so sorry, forgive me…..please?
Do I have your attention now, Kath? he asked, and he pulled my face over so that he could lick my nose and my cheeks and my chin, and then kiss me tenderedly.
Yes, yes, you sure did, I shall never make that mistake again, I said. I meant it: even though the intensity of our fucking had kicked up several notches, what he did plain old hurt me, and I did not want to feel this sort of chastisement again.
He put his hand on my bottom again and this time he just rubbed it around, gently. Kath, he said, I swear, I can feel the heat coming out of your ass. I think that you know what is expected of you now.
I sure do, I whispered. Now, come on, love, fuck me silly, fuck me until I have limber legs and am unable to walk.
The next hour brought what was easily the best and most energetic fucking we had enjoyed in the three months we had known one another. I just surrendered to him and that wondrous cock. I babbled. I cried. I had the sort of explosive orgasms that made me happy and proud to be a woman – and to have a loving man who fucked me with such….well, with such tender violence. I know, I know, the words don’t match. But that is what I felt at the time.
That was another sensation that took me a couple of days to sort out in my mind.
I happen to be a very strong-willed woman, one who is used to holding her own in the world, professionally and personally, and who does not take a good deal of gaff off anyone. I was blessed with strong grandparents and parents, who taught me early on that the fact that I was female should not handicap me in any sense, in any area.
Now, previously when I had fucked, I considered the act to be a sort of joint venture, with me and the man making equal contributions. Something snapped that evening. For the first time in my life, I felt that a man had seized control of me, and that I was submissive during sex. Further, that I liked it, to a degree that sort of frightened me initially.
That Hal was not being mean to me, or doing me actually physical harm (despite the OUCH factor) was important. I realized that he had decided to make these slaps part of our sex play. Whether he realized that I would actually enjoy them – despite the tears and whimpers – I knew not.
Much later, when we finally made it to the shower, we washed one another, our fingers going all those fun places, and we kissed. Then he sat on a little wooden stool that I had brought over to use when I shaved my legs, and he turned me around so that my ass was on a level with his face. Oh, dear, his tongue – his magic tongue went all over my buttocks, comforting the places that he had tortured, licking softly. My hand trailed down to my pubis, and I masturbated as he licked. And when he spread my cheeks and tease my anus, another mega-cum.
This was the first time he had fooled around with my ass, and I was ready for him to give me full-fledged analingus if he wished.
But, not tonight. A few kisses and probes, and he stood up.
Sugar, he said, you best keep your panties on when you go outside tomorrow, because your pretty little bottom is still red as a fire truck!
I told him something sweet and affectionate Go to hell, you brutal bastard!) and we kissed and laughed and went back to bed. A tenderness of my butt the next morning reminded me of what he had done, but when I mounted him for our wake-up fuck, he kept his hands to himself.
Now, the pleasant aftermath. Both of us were so busy with work that we could not get together every night. I had some time to go on my apartment lease, and I did not want to pay a forfeit.
Besides, we wanted to get used to one another a bit longer before living together. Being apart was difficult, even for two days. To be sure, we could talk on the phone – and I discovered I had a real talent for talking dirty, so much that Hal laughed and said I should go into the phone-sex business. No thanks, I didn’t work my ass off for an MBA to provide jack-off chatter to a bunch of hairy old men.
But the spanking. When I masturbated (and I was an addict, more or less) I would remember the pain/pleasure of Hal’s slaps, how much I loved them even as they stung my bottom, and my growing comfort with the realization that I had truly SURRENDERED to a man, giving him control over my body, and enjoying the sensation.
The next few nights we fucked, I made damned sure to mix Hal’s rum and Coke in proper proportions. He said naught about how well I had learned my lesson. And I found myself facing the realization that I wanted him to do it again – and under circumstances where slaps would appear to be punishment, rather than part of sexual foreplay.
I stalled for three weeks or so, then I struck. More later.
