Her First Time Giving a Good Spank

Chastity has been part of our life for roughly a year. My wife, who used to be very doubtful about it, now genuinely values how it has made me an improved partner and husband.

But chastity is only the beginning of my kinky nature; another major piece involves spanking. I have longed for her to spank me for ages. Yesterday morning, while we were being passionate—I was locked as usual, pressing against the cage bars—she delivered a few smacks to my bottom. “Do more,” I pleaded. Smack, smack, smack “My hand is getting sore” I grabbed a small leather strap from the bedside drawer. I had placed it there with hope months earlier. Now, at last, it would be used. The sound of leather meeting skin continued: slap, slap, slap. Eventually she paused, and we relaxed in bed, her nestled in my arms. “Was that okay for you?” she asked tentatively. I began laughing as I explained that after all this time wanting her to spank me, it hadn’t quite worked. We laughed together. My hand moved up to her breast, playing with her nipple, and her laughter shifted into deep breaths. To me, that is the ultimate aphrodisiac.