Between our times together, Rosa and I would talk on the phone, many times a week initially. Spanking wasn’t the only topic, but it certainly was the most common. We’d had quite a bit of experience with each other by this time, though it was more of a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement and each knew we were both pursuing other spanking partners. One time we got to talking about limits in general and what happened when you pushed past them.

“One of my fantasies involves a spanking that at the beginning it’s understood there are no limits! An ‘I’m going to spank you all night!” kind of threat where there’s a risk that it’s not just a threat. Mind you, I don’t think I’m ready for that in case you’re getting any ideas! Practically speaking I’m doubtful that it would work at all, but hey … it’s just a fantasy!” I said, both of us laughing at my concern that Rosa might actually try to do it!

“Yeah, I guess you’d have to set some sort of a limit, so it doesn’t go too far; become non-consensual?  Have you ever spanked someone who never seemed to get enough? Who just kept asking for more?

“Yes, I have. It was pretty amazing.  How about you?”

“Not really. Since most of mine were scripted, there was always some kind of a limit. There were times when that limit was intentionally quite high, which does add an element of fear to it, but there was never a much too painful episode where there were worries of ‘when will this end?’ Tell me about yours?”

“Umm, okay. Her name was Ashley. She was somewhat plain looking, but had a very cute face, and an even cuter smile. She was a small girl, but a little overweight in a nice soft, curvy kind of way, and her bottom was just beautiful! Two perfect half spheres that jiggled all over when I spanked her. I’d tell her it was perfect for spanking! She liked that and in fact, was often the reason she’d get spanked.

“We’d be hugging, my hands on her bottom, maybe even inside her pants and I’d say, ‘Ooo, I love this big, squishy bottom!  Just perfect for spanking!’ and she’d reply with some variation of ‘So why don’t you just spank it!?’ which of course, I’d do! She was the one who made me really appreciate someone who got spanked simply because she wanted it, and she wanted it often! One day, though, she got spanked for a different reason.

“We were at my apartment, and she had forgotten something that was important to me. She was feeling really bad about it and apologized over and over again. I didn’t know what to do. I was disappointed, not angry, but I could see that she was genuinely sorry about it. She started crying silently, her tears the only giveaway when I decided on the best way to forgive her.

“I took her hand and led her to the sofa. I cradled her face in my hands and said, ‘You need a spanking’ in a soft, pleasant tone. I figured it was the one way I could show her I’d forgive her, but at the same time, she could feel like she’d paid a price. I knew I’d done the right thing when her face brightened a bit, and she just nodded in agreement.

“I sat on the sofa, but where ordinarily I’d be the one pulling her pants down and leaving her panties in place, she started undoing the button on these sexy little shorts she was wearing. She pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down.  She laid herself across my knee without a word just waiting for me to begin spanking.

“I started spanking as I told her how disappointed I was, and how I felt a good spanking would do us both good. ‘Yes, I agree. Please spank me good,’ was her only reply, which of course I did. I decided that this would be only a little more severe than a typical spanking, but she’d otherwise get what she normally got. She liked long, series of spanks that built-in force gradually to be quite hard. Sometimes on one cheek and sometimes alternating, the spanking would have her groaning and moaning louder and louder until that series ended.

“We both loved the in-between time when I’d squeeze her buns both soft and hard and talk about what a naughty girl she’d been. I didn’t scold her this time as I felt she’d had enough of that and she was taking her spanking stoically; enjoying it, but not in a showy way; at least not at first.

“We’d been through quite a few repetitions of this pattern, which meant several hundred spanks, when I expected one of her signals that she’d had almost enough, after which she’d usually get at least another fifty, often a hundred. After a few more series, I was thinking that maybe I’d missed it and said, ‘I think that should be enough for you to learn your lesson’, to which she merely turned her face towards me and shook her head ‘no.’ I put a questioning look on my face, and seeing it she replied, ‘I’ve been a bad girl … and I deserve a good spanking.’ 

“The spanking continued. The sit spot of her cheeks, where she liked to be spanked, was so red already, I started spreading the spanks out over her whole bottom which seemed to please her, as she started reacting the way she would when she was getting really turned on, but still no sign that she wanted to stop.

“The entire surface of her big, beautiful bottom was flaming red when the first signals started showing. A little more squirming on my lap, soft exclamations of ‘Ooo, my poor bottom!’ and an occasional sincere ‘Ouch!’, told me she was near the end. I started tapering off, but even then, she took more than she would normally take when finally, during a pause, she started to get up off my lap.

“She stood briefly with her back to me and rubbed her flaming, hot bottom in a most seductive way though my dick certainly couldn’t get any harder.  She turned and knelt before me and after a simple, ‘I’m so sorry, Mark’, she started to open my pants. She was not acting in any way I was used to, so I let her take the lead now.

“After pulling my pants and underwear off, she took her own top and bra off, releasing her cute, little tits that went perfectly with her cute, little face and her big, cute bottom. Sitting on my lap, she took my dick in one hand and while stroking it, began to open and remove my shirt with her other hand. Once we were both naked, she pushed my legs back together and straddled me, a knee at each hip.  Leaning over on one leg and still holding my stiff rod in her hand, she guided me into her slippery wet pussy and sitting down, pushed me deep inside her.

“She took my hands and placed them on her tits while putting her own on my shoulders to steady her as she posted up and down on me.  After a minute or so, my hands slid down to her hot bottom and caressed her tortured cheeks. When I squeezed them a little hard, she winced, but then said, ‘Spank me. Hard!’ 

“I complied with her request, though in a playful way to which she added, ‘Harder!’ and she didn’t seem to be satisfied until both hands were smacking her as hard as I could in my current position. Before long she was bouncing up and down and still getting spanked in what can only be described as a frenzy, the end of which, for me, was approaching fast. We both came within moments of each other, and she collapsed against me with my dick eventually shrinking inside of her. 

“Once we’d both caught our breath, she sat up, but before she could get away, I laid her across my knee once more, this time for a soothing massage of her flaming bottom, which she gratefully accepted.  She turned her face to me and said softly, ‘Thank you’, to which I replied, ‘It didn’t need to be that hard, Ashley.’  ‘Yes, it did’ was all she … or either of us … said about it the rest of the night.

“We finished off the night with more gentle lovemaking.  I don’t know how many spanks I gave her, but if someone told me it was more than a thousand, I would have believed them. I never spanked her like that again, but she got many more spankings just the way she liked them.”

My story at an end, I took a drink of my neglected wine.