Susan Kohler

Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline


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works to change your ways. Sometimes you just have to grow up and find a new reason to protect yourself and your family.

       Three Couples And Their Toys

       How can you get your girlfriend to experiment a little more? Sometimes bringing in another woman is the best way. I know a lot of men and women who switch, so this story is my acknowledgement to them. I’m a natural bottom, but I can get references that when I top, I hit hard. Maybe too hard! I just think that if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right! Put your best effort into it, so to speak.

      Marti and Russ hadn’t been together long but they were very close lovers. From the moment they met, they each knew this was something special, something rare. Russ had introduced Marti to a new form of play: spankings. Most of the time he was a playful, tender and passionate lover but once in a while he liked to take Marti over his knees for a playful, passionate, sometimes slightly painful spanking. Marti had learned to enjoy it, and the spankings had gradually gotten just a little bit harder, and quite a bit more frequent.

      They had only done hand spanking so far; they hadn’t tried any toys yet. Russ wanted to, but Marti was resistant. She didn’t know why she hesitated but the idea of a paddle or a leather strap gave her the shivers. Playing with toys wasn’t the only thing she was resistant to. Russ was also a switch, and he wanted Marti to spank him occasionally but she felt funny and awkward even thinking about it.

      So far she had resisted the idea, but she was gradually getting ready to give it a try. Heck, she thought, sometimes spanking Russ seems like a real good idea. He’s a good man, but still he’s well, a man.

      The other thing Marti had resisted was going with him to a place called The Paddle Club. Russ had never been himself, so he wasn’t able to give Marti any idea of what to expect, and she was afraid the members would be too weird, too kinky for her. And what if going there involved group sex? Yuck!

      One day, Russ teased her at work with a series of threatening, teasing and sexy phone calls. The first time he called he was singing and paraphrasing, Tea for Two, just the phrase, “Picture you across my knees.” Click.

      Later it was, “My hand is itching to make sharp contact with your bare bottom.” Click.

      “Be sure you take your underwear off before you get home, or else.” Click.

      Another singsong message: “Red and hot, red and hot, that’s the kind of bottom you’ve got.” Click.

      “Maybe a paddle.” Click.

      Although they had never used toys, she had heard about them.

      “Hey babe,” his voice was friendly, low and sexy, “stop at the feed store on 6th and buy me a new riding crop, okay?”

      “You expect me to buy you a whip for you to beat me with?” she shrieked.

      “A crop, and what makes you think I want to use it on you? Paranoid, much?” Click.

      She sat at her desk thinking, fantasizing about the evening ahead. She pictured Russ, his slender build, his black hair, slightly tinged with gray, and his wonderful smile. She ran her fingers through her strawberry blond hair as she daydreamed. Russ loved her hair, loved to tease the bouncy curls, both on her head and the ones lower.

      She did as she was told, sort of; she bought the riding crop, but in an act of defiance, she left her underwear on. She drove home wet, excited and nervous. She knew that by buying the crop, she was finally consenting to the use of toys. At least she was consenting to trying toys.

      He greeted her at the door with a warm hug and a hot kiss. He took the riding crop and looked it over, swishing it sharply through the air and smiling softly at the uncertainty on her face. He circled a finger lazily in the air.

      “Turn around and lift your skirt,” he said softly, his brown eyes warm with amusement and a hint of the devil.

      Suddenly she was aware of her mistake in defying him about the underwear; she tried to distract him. “Whose car is that in front of the house?”

      ‘I’ll tell you,” he said carefully, “after. Turn. Skirt up. Now.”

      She turned, raised her skirt up to her waist revealing that she was still wearing her underwear.

      “Oh no,” he laughed, “defiant minx.”

      He swatted her six times with his palm, smart stinging swats. Then he pulled down her underwear and repeated it just a bit harder. He never touched her with the crop.

      “Now, pull up your panties, dear.” He kissed her cheek. “We have guests.”

      He led her into the living room.

      Marti was torn. Several emotions ran through her. First, she was embarrassed. Had her guests heard her getting swatted? They had to have heard. Second, vaguely disappointed. After all that build-up, that was all they were going to play? What about the crop? And last, panic. Did he mean to introduce her to more than toys? Was this going to be a group sex thing? Why were there strangers in her living room?

      She was shaky as she was introduced to Suzanne and James. Suzanne was a woman who just naturally looked regal and elegant. From first appearances, no one ever guessed how down to earth she really was. James radiated warmth, and friendly humor. He was also obviously very deeply in love with Suzanne. Uncertain of what Russ had in mind, she suddenly felt shy in front of the two strangers. She didn’t want to meet their eyes, and couldn’t think of a word to say. In a flash of panic, she made some weak excuses and quickly left the room. She went to the kitchen, using refreshments for the guests as an excuse for her escape.

      “You didn’t prepare her very well, Russ,” Suzanne looked at him with accusation in her eyes. “Stay here and talk to James. I’ll go talk to her.”

      She found Marti in the kitchen pouring iced tea. “Can I help?” She wasn’t surprised to see tears welling up in Marti’s hazel eyes. “You poor thing. I can tell he didn’t tell you we were coming or let you decide if you were ready for some group play, did he?”

      Marti nodded, obviously miserable. “Does group play include group sex? Because… ”

      “Oh no!” With a soft laugh, Suzanne jumped in to reassure her, “Not at all. Is that what you thought? No wonder you are so upset! Can I explain?”

      At Marti’s silent nod, Suzanne continued, “Well, let me tell you what Russ had in mind, and let me reassure you that your part is completely voluntary. Any time we play it has to be consensual and willing, or we do not play. Okay?”

      Suzanne sat down at one of the counter chairs. “First of all, James and I are very monogamous. Spanking and being spanked by others is okay but except for a kiss, usually on the cheek as a friendly greeting, no kissing, oral, anal or vaginal sex of any kind is allowed with other partners. Okay?”

      Marti nodded wordlessly, relieved. Suzanne continued, “Russ said you liked to play spanking games. He said you liked spanking for fun, but you had never played with toys. He thought you were reluctant and a bit scared of playing with toys. He was interested in learning more about playing with paddles, straps and other toys. He was also interested in learning more about our group.”

      She paused, “You know James and I are both part of a group called The Paddle Club? Well, we have a lot of fun with the group and they’re super nice people. We also play with toys a lot. And we know about things like warm ups and after care. Russ thought you might like to well, benefit from our experience. What Russ didn’t say is that he was surprising you with us.” She paused again. “If you want to play we can, or we can just talk.”

      “I’d be nervous in a group of strangers,” Marti said, and added softly, “and… well, I’m too fat.”

      “You are not fat,” Suzanne said firmly. “We have some members who are fat and you are not even close to it. Pleasingly plump maybe,