I never understood why girls wanted me to spank them. It seemed so barbaric, so wrong in this modern world. So when my girlfriends would playfully suggest I spank them, I'd give them a few light slaps on the rear and move on to other business. After all, real men don't hit women-- and to me, spanking equaled hitting.
It wasn't until two years ago that I learned the difference.
I had been seeing Erin for about two months. We were toweling off after a steamy shower when I playfully slapped her on the butt.
“Mmmm!” She sighed. “I wish you'd do that more often.”
“What, slap your ass?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She turned around and leaned in close to me. “I like it.”
When I didn't say anything, she turned her back to me and leaned forward, placing her hands on the sink.
“Do it again.”
I gave her another firm slap on the behind.
“Keep going.”
I gave her a few more smacks, alternating cheeks.
She looked at me lustfully in the mirror. “Harder.”
The rush was incredible. It was sensual, powerful, and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I felt strong, I felt like I could do anything. And I spanked her harder.
I began to mix it up. I tried snapping my hand at the wrist. I experimented with my hand cupped and flat. I changed my rhythm. Light, hard. Light, light, hard. Hard, hard, light.
I could no longer see her face. Erin was now resting on her elbows and her head hung down toward the sink. However, I was pretty sure from her yelps and grunts that she was enjoying herself.
A little while later we were done. Her bottom was a nice rosy shade and my hand stung like hell. And we were both breathing heavily.
Erin didn't move for a few minutes. She lay on the sink with her head down, shuddering lightly.
As the rush started to subside, I began to question what I had done. Had I spanked her too hard? Did I spank her too much? Was she upset with me?
All my fears were put to rest when she turned around and gave me a long, passionate kiss.
“That was wonderful.” She said.
“Yeah, it was.” I replied. “We definitely need to do that again.”
She patted me lightly on the cheek and smiled mischievously.
“Maybe next time you won't be afraid to spank me a little harder.”
