I had just finished giving Gwen an incredibly sexy birthday spanking. It hadn’t been very hard, but it was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. Despite being lightheaded from limited blood supply to my brain for the last few minutes, I managed to load my tools into the truck. As I was about to leave, I said, “I hope I didn’t spank you too hard.” I didn’t really mean anything by it; I just wanted the whole thing to never end, and talking to her about her spanking kept me turned on.

“No, you didn’t. It wasn’t too bad. I deserved it. I actually thought it would be harder,” she replied.

Clearly, she wanted me to spank her more. This time, I was determined to have her fabulous ass over my knee.

“Let’s try again then, shall we?” I ordered, stepping behind her and taking her by the upper arm. I led her ahead of me up the driveway so that I could stare at her ridiculously tight sexy ass as I marched her to her second punishment. But I did hold her arm gently because I truly didn’t want to force her; I wanted her to know that it was just a game. She needed to have plenty of opportunity to opt out in case I was misreading her signals. For me, a forced spanking is not really a fun thing at all. Consensual spanking, however, is the biggest turn-on I know.

I was elated to see, even in her first few steps back towards the house, that she wanted round two as much as I did. She gave me no resistance at all, so I released her arm and could give her a few slightly-harder-than-playful smacks as she walked. She giggled and smiled and pretended that it stung. So flirty, so sexy. I was really going to wear her ass out this time.

Even so, I wanted to be sure I was reading her correctly. I stopped her when we got to the door. I cupped her right ass cheek with my hand and I whispered in her ear, “It’s going to be a lot harder and longer this time. That’s what you are wanting and expecting, right?”

She turned her head to whisper back, “Yes. I deserve to have my bottom worn out!” She placed her hand on top of my hand that was still holding her right cheek, confirming to me that she wanted me to completely own her delicious ass.

I smacked her bottom good and told her “Then get in this house, naughty girl!”

“Oh goodness… I have a big mouth! I’m going to really have a sore bottom this time!” she purred, returning to her sexy naughty-girl demeanor. I was already thinking that it would be a miracle if I didn’t cum while spanking her this time. Or maybe even before we got all the way inside the house.

I sat on the couch and pulled her towards me, with the obvious intent of taking her over my knee this time. But I spoke it out loud anyway, because words are sexy at the right time, especially during a good spanking. “Over my knee this time, Gwen. The first spanking was just a warm up, but this time you are going to get actually punished for not having the furniture out of the way for me to do my work. It will be 5 times as many licks, and it will be a good bit harder. So settle in for a long spanking.”

I had taken her left hand in my right during that scolding, and she stood at my right side listening to me describe the spanking she was about to get. I let go and patted my thighs. Her bottom was about to get turned a deep red, and she knew it, so she couldn’t help rubbing it one last time. Then she lowered herself ever so slowly over my knee. Somehow she did so by keeping her feet together, super-arching her back to stay balanced, knowing that it pushed her ass high in the air and her magnificent tits out and up. She kept that posture even as she lowered her weight onto my lap. She had placed herself far over my knee so I had a perfect view of the most enticing target I have ever seen. I nearly lost it just looking at her submissive pose.

I took a moment to regained my composure as the confident “top” in this situation. Then I said, “Let’s do the math, Gwen. Five times as many licks as the first spanking, so 5 times 53 is 265.”  To me, an understanding of the number of licks before a spanking starts is a part of the enjoyment. It is more than a prediction; it is a statement of what is guaranteed to happen. It is a declaration that I am in control. I have it planned out with specific forethought, and this is absolutely what will happen. No fewer than that count, and no more, unless the spankee does something while getting spanked to earn even more.

I had my hand resting on her ass as I told her the count, rubbing her exquisite buns as she lifted up her hips even more in preparation to get spanked again. As she lifted that way, I had the thought that she was still wanting to tease me even though she knew she was about to get a very long and hard spanking. This could not have been any sexier.

I decided to pursue that to see where it would go. “Are you still trying to tease me by shaking your bottom at me? Maybe we should address that as well…. what do you think?” I asked. Again, I didn’t want to force her into anything. I wanted her to want all of this like I did.

Gwen hesitated for a moment. I thought that she was wondering if it was possible that she may have signed up for more than she wanted. I was actually glad to see that, because I truly wanted her to be intentional about choosing this path with me. But she was so horny by this point that her hormones won the battle over her fear.

“Well, maybe you should. After all, you have me over your knee. You might as well spank me for everything I’ve done bad.”

Feeling greatly emboldened, I asked Gwen, “Is there a paddle in the house?”

“Yes,” she answered nervously. “There is a paddle that I use on Linda sometimes,” she said, referring to my sassy 18-year-old sister-in-law. I was stunned. Not by the fact that she had a paddle – I assumed that there was a paddle or two for my father-in-law to use on Gwen sometimes. But the vision of Gwen giving Linda a paddling was not what I was expecting in this conversation. As enticing as that idea was, Gwen was completely at my command right at that moment, so her ass was the one that had my attention.

“Ah. I can see why it would be useful to have a paddle around to keep Linda in line. After I spank you, you are going to fetch that paddle and bend back over my knee for a paddling as well. The paddling will be 100 licks, in addition to the 265 with my hand. It will still be in these sexy jeans shorts. But if you give me any more reason to spank you after that, it will be with my hand in your little panties, with these shorts at your ankles. Do you hear me?” I punctuated the question with a hard smack to her bottom. It was mostly to give her an idea of how much harder this second spanking was going to be. My threat of spanking her in her panties was testing the waters to see how she might react to the suggestion, not me forcing anything on her even though my words played like it was exactly that.

Even in the heightened sensual moment, I considered if I would be able to make her pull down her shorts, if it came to that. No matter how much I wanted to do that, it was still my mother-in-law, for crying out loud. I felt like I had to observe at least some pretense of decorum. Perhaps that would be the line that I should not cross? I set that debate with myself aside for the moment.

“Yes! Yes! Owww! I will be good and take my spanking! Please not too hard!” she pretended. I knew she wanted it hard. And she knew that I knew that, despite her playing the role of a naughty girl dreading a hard spanking. She didn’t respond to the prospect of getting spanked in her panties; perhaps that idea would be over the line, which was fine. The goal was to know where the line was, not to try to go past it. Even so, I fully recognized that she seemed to have merely left the idea on the table, neither accepting it nor rejecting it. We would cross that bridge at the right time. She had already committed to the hand spanking and then paddling in the jeans shorts – so the task at hand was to spank and paddle that perfect ass in that perfect package.

She arched her back, lifting her hips and ass to an impossible height, my hand still resting on her sweet sit spot, so it raised up too when she raised up. She was clearly very experienced at being bent over a man’s knee for a spanking. That made sense – she had probably gotten spanked by every boyfriend she ever had, and even by every male regular friend for that matter. She was lucky she liked it, because she no doubt would have still gotten spanked a lot even if she didn’t.

“Keep your bottom lifted up like that, Gwen. You need a good long spanking!” I declared as I raised my hand. She knew it was about to start, bracing for the impact but somehow not lowering her bottom away at all. The first 3 or 4 licks I delivered hard but slow, giving her a moment to process the intensity before increasing the speed. I watched closely to see if it was too hard because I wanted it to be just right for her to enjoy but still get punished.

Seeing no objections but seeing a slight smile as she turned her beautiful face slightly, I increased the frequency, still laying into her with solid licks. It was all a good deal harder than her birthday spanking had been. I was intentionally keeping it hard but consistent. I wanted her to learn that this intensity would be the new baseline for how hard she would get spanked when she was naughty in the future. Or if she was just horny and wanted it hard. I also wanted her to gain an understanding that I was going to be true to my promise of this spanking being a lot harder. She needed to be able to trust my words if she was to just let go and enjoy it. I worked to establish a steady rhythm to enhance her enjoyment.

I continued to smack both of her buns at the same time – right on both sit spots. I know that a lot of people like to switch back and forth left to right, and even deliver some licks higher up or down on the legs. But not me. I love spanking both buns at once, right on that sexy sit spot, over and over and over. Especially starting out over tight sexy jeans or shorts. Jeans shorts is my favorite. Right where the jeans seam dives deep in between those two fabulous ass cheeks. With Gwen over my knee, it was simply intoxicating feeling her tight ass as my hand crashed down, crushing her naughty bottom all the way across both buns for a moment, then watching that ass jiggle and ripple. I would hear her breathe heavier and heavier with an occasional whimper or “ohhh!!” that dripped with sexual tension. She strived to keep her naughty bottom lifted, knowing that even as much as she liked it, she was still getting a well-deserved spanking on her very naughty bottom.

Her whole body rocked slightly back and forth as my arm swing caused a bit of side-to-side sway. About halfway through, my arm was starting to get tired, so I adjusted by transferring some of the work to my shoulder and back muscles to keep the intensity level. That added a bit more sway, which was fine with me because her marvelous ass continued to bounce and jiggle from the spanking, and the swaying caused her left hip to grind into my hard cock in my own jeans. Her breath caught over and over as the combination of stinging licks and raw sexual heat built up for her. She loved finally getting the over-the-knee spanking she both deserved and craved.

The rhythmic grinding of her hip on my cock started to have the predictable effect. I knew she could feel it, but I didn’t even really care at this point that my mother-in-law knew that I had a raging hard-on all because of her. My turned-on condition was completely pegged by her curvy body and her sexy behavior as I gave her what might have been the spanking of her life. This was clearly a sexual event, and she already knew that I was hard even before her hip started grinding into me.

I was getting close to cumming, but the end of the 250 licks was also getting close. As the count neared the end, I delivered those last 25 licks as hard as I could. It was a test really, to see if she still liked it. Which she did, apparently, because after gritting her teeth initially at the increased intensity of the licks, about halfway through the last 25 she threw her head back and screamed the most primal sound I have ever heard from a woman. She shuddered, head to toe, from a sweeping ravaging orgasm. I was really not expecting that in that moment; I knew that she had been enjoying it – a lot – but I had no indication before that moment that she was about to cum. I pretended in that moment to have not noticed, and gave her the remaining 8 to 10 licks just as hard. She had made it through in glorious fashion.

After a moment to allow her to catch her breath, I said, “I am guessing that you enjoyed that.” I really didn’t know what else to say; I just needed to say something to avoid any awkward silence after having just watched my mother-in-law get off in a spectacular way from getting a spanking that was, by any measure, really quite hard.

“I have dreamed for years of you doing that to me,” she admitted.

That comment was unexpected, but her saying it brought everything out in the open. We were no longer dancing around the sexual aspect of this shared experience.

I guided her to stand up, and as she did she reached back and rubbed her punished bottom, earnestly this time instead of play-acting. She had actually gotten a real spanking, and she was well-aware of the difference. I was still very sensitive to not misinterpret her desires. We would have years of Christmas dinners, Sunday afternoon visits, kids' events to go to together; I didn’t want to be anywhere near creating 40 years of weirdness.

“Are you still game for the rest of what we discussed, or have you reached your limit? I would love to paddle your hot ass, but I truly understand if you have had enough. Honestly, I spanked you even harder than I had planned.”

Her eyes conveyed that she very much appreciated my gentleness. As sexy as the spanking had been, and as overpowering her orgasm had been, it was still true that her ass was completely on fire from a significant and well-deserved punishment, and would be for several days probably.

“Well, I will admit that it was a bit harder than I expected too, despite the fact that I essentially begged you to make it hard. But I loved it, and a deal is a deal. I agreed to take a paddling as well, so I will go get the paddle. The only thing I ask is that it not be as hard. How about in exchange for the 100 paddle licks being lighter, after that I will pull down my shorts and you can spank me with your hand in my little panties, also 100 licks, but not too hard?”

She went to the bedroom to fetch the paddle, holding her stinging ass as she walked. She handed me the paddle when she came back. It was a Jokari paddle. Not one of the newer thin ones that are weak and lame, and not even very good for the actual Jokari game, but one of the older ones made from 5/8-inch oak plywood. Hard, unyielding, perfectly weighted and balanced. Really good for the Jokari game, but also an ideal spanking paddle.

By the time she got back to me with the paddle, she had reconsidered her previous request, and said, “OK, how about the last 10 hard, but not the first 90?” I agreed and she bent herself over my knee again. She did so more gingerly than she had done before due to her buns being thoroughly toasted, and the coarse jeans fabric scraping her cheeks as she moved.

“Agreed. Are you ready?” I asked as I placed the paddle on the seat of her tight jeans shorts, knowing that the sweet buns underneath were red hot even as she pushed her punished bottom up high to get disciplined even more.

“Yes, I’m ready. Do it now while I have a little numbness building up!”

I had spanked lots of women in my years, but only one such event had included the chance to use a paddle. Even that one experience was very short – just 5 quick smacks that were just part of a fun jocular impromptu moment with a female friend, and it had been just a ping pong paddle on jeans. Ping pong paddles are generally useless for spanking, except maybe one with a bumpy surface on a bare bottom.  I was eager to try a real paddle, with a high count like this paddling would be. I didn’t know exactly what to expect as the spanker wielding a solid instrument like this, but I was really amped up to give it a go and experience something new, especially on a perfect ass like Gwen’s.

SMACK!! Time stood still as the sound enveloped the room. It was certainly a measured stroke, as we had agreed, but came out a bit harder than I had expected due to me having no point of reference as to how much it would sting. The sound and sight were far beyond my expectations. I couldn’t believe I was actually paddling this beautiful woman, her ass submissively offered up to me to continue what was already a long punishment.

I landed the second lick, and a third, slowly paddling her so I could savor every microsecond. I carefully gauged her reactions to make sure it wasn’t too hard, but still hard enough. She was clearly feeling the sting, and reacting like a woman actually getting punished instead of serviced. She was very careful to maintain her presented position, as if agreeing that the intensity was acceptable to her in the sense that she knew she deserved this paddling.

I settled into a comfortable rhythm as I recognized that although using a paddle robs my hand of feeling her exquisite ass, it offers a new experience that I had not expected: overwhelming power is invigorating. As I watching her react to getting a paddling instead of just a hand spanking, I found the power level to be a huge surge to my cock. The idea that I was delivering stinging strokes to her upturned, perfectly sexy, naughty bottom as an actual punishment that she both deserved and willingly accepted was intoxicating. But I also reveled in the realization that I was holding back a majority of the power that I actually had available. I did not even need to draw on much physical power to punish her adequately. It gave me a fresh understanding of what dominance is. I could paddle this naughty woman extremely hard right now if I wanted to, and she would take it, but I didn’t need to do that. Just a little bit was enough. It was awesome.

My cock renewed its rigid shape, seeking out the rhythmic motion of her hip grinding against it, but since I was swinging the paddle only moderately, that previous side-to-side sway wasn’t  forthcoming. For the moment, the new experience of unbridled power was driving my primal desires in a way I had never known, so I was okay waiting for any physical stimulation.

That changed a moment later.

“You can paddle me a little harder than that,” Gwen offered. “Just not super hard, please.”

I dutifully and gleefully fulfilled that request, drawing a small amount of power from my reserves. As I did so, the swaying increased, and the grinding commenced. She seemed to be expecting that, and leaned into my cock each time her body swayed left, because she knew I would like it. I was in heaven. I had never even dreamed of anything like this. My imagination was heretofore incapable of conjuring anything as unbelievable as this experience.

At the hundredth lick, including the 10 extra hard ones, I nearly exploded, but not quite. She knew it of course. “You don’t have to stop; I know you are close,” she said. As enticing as that offer was, I put down the paddle and soothed her bottom with my hand.

“No, as you said, a deal is a deal. But stand up and pull down your shorts. Show me that red-hot ass. I am getting down to my boxers also, because my jeans are too rigid of a fabric for me to enjoy this as much as I want to.”

We both stood to remove our respective outer layer. My steel member tented my boxers. I sat back down, and pulled her over my knee. I looked down at the most exquisite sight in the history of the world –  that perfect ass, framed by tiny pink lace panties. Her cheeks, fully exposed of course, were a deep crimson. I exhaled several times as I rubbed her flaming cheeks with my right hand. I put my left hand on her right hip, rocking her back and forth to grind her against my cock. It was beyond words. I started spanking her bottom, lightly – just enough to sting. She was enjoying it too, but clearly this round was for me. After about 50 of the 100 licks, I came in a massive release, creaming the inside of my boxers with a huge mess. I stopped spanking her glowing buns.

“Don’t stop – that’s only about halfway,” she said.

I dutifully completed the job, keeping it light until the end so that the box could be checked that she had in fact taken the full punishment she had agreed to.

After a minute or two of rest, we both got dressed and sat down. I was able to do so a lot more comfortably than she was, of course.

“That was the most amazing experience I have ever had,” I admitted. “Your ass is absolutely perfect, Gwen, and the way you dress and carry yourself makes it so that you simply drip with sexual energy all the time. I have wanted to spank you for years.”

“I am glad we are on the same page about it,” she answered. “I get spanked a lot, and especially on my birthday every year without fail, often several times. But this was the best birthday spanking ever.”

That was when it dawned on me that I was probably not the first one to have spanked her that morning. She saw the look on my face of sudden understanding.

“You didn’t think that I could have walked around the house dressed like this, on my birthday, and not gotten a spanking from my husband before you got here, right?”

The revelation was delicious to me. Of course my father-in-law had spanked her before I did. That was probably why she had not worn the revealing white shorts – I would have seen that her ass was red even before I spanked her the first time. And I was sure that he did a lot more with her than spank her this morning. I know I would have.

“So,” I said, holding up the Jokari paddle, “tell me about you using this on Linda.”