Well Whipped by Boobytrap73

Well Whipped by Boobytrap73

When I put on my bra this morning, I knew that this was going to be kind of a tough day. The touch of the cups on my boobs didn’t hurt but was sensitive enough that I knew it was there. The shoulder straps were okay but where the back strap crossed my body, the slightest movement resulted in an uncomfortable throb.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve had days when sitting at my desk reminded me of the spanking that Rob had given me the night before. No complaints–it’s one-hundred percent consensual and the mind-blowing sex that follows makes the discomfort worth it. If I’m being honest, it’s not just worth it. It’s an amazing trade-off and one that I’m happy to make.

Usually, the day after a good spanking, I can sit there and by wiggling my butt against the chair, I can make myself sore to the touch. It’s not painful but it’s a reminder of what we did last night. And that’s enough to raise my arousal level so that I can’t wait to get home and do something to break my tension.

Since Ryan first spanked me and I learned of how it impacted me, it’s become part of our foreplay–not every time but enough. Our sex life stays varied and we try different positions and different ways to play. Spanking is just one thing we do but again being honest, it’s one of my favorites. If I wasn’t afraid of someone asking me why I’m twisting around, I’d want it more That and my fear that if we did it all the time, it would lose its effect on me and I’d lose those wonderful orgasms that follow it. If I could guarantee the orgasms, I’d take the risk on co-workers wondering what I was doing.

The first time Rob spanked me, it was just with his hand. I didn’t count how many spanks I got but it was enough. We experimented with other things around the house and found that they add to my excitement without the number and strength of the spanks being limited by hurting Rob’s hand. I vetoed using a wire hanger, fearing what it would do to my skin and instead we’ve settled on his hand plus a couple of toys. We mostly use an eighteen-inch metal ruler which stings with each spank but doesn’t seem to do any damage below the skin. A spanking with it leaves my skin tingling with a nice warm glow.

We also use a heavy leather belt. We started with a belt that I use when I’m wearing jeans but Rob found one that is heavier and strikes with more of a thuddy feeling. Unlike the hard spanks from the hairbrush that Rob still uses once in a while, the belt hasn’t left any bruises. Sometimes, he swings it fully extended so the momentum adds to the feeling when it hits. Other times, he doubles or triples it up. That way, it’s heavier and he has better control of where it hits.

I said my butt since that’s where I’m usually spanked. Depending on my position, Rob will sometimes include the backs of my legs. There are times when, with the belt extended, the end wraps around hits the inside of my thighs. One time, he was aiming right below the crease of my leg where it joins my butt. It wrapped around and, yeah, I don’t think I want to be spanked there again.

But, when I was hunting for things that Rob could use to spank me with, I got tired of testing them on my palm and started to try them out on my butt instead. When I experimented with the metal ruler, for some reason, I decided to try it on my boobs. Ouch. Absolutely ouch. But, not so ouch that I didn’t want to try that again sometime.

Several weeks ago, Rob had given me a very nice spanking and, now that he had me well aroused, he was assuming that he would bring me to a climax. Or two.

But I surprised him, wanting one more thing. I reached over and handed Rob the metal ruler. I went over to the wall and stood against it, then I pointed to my boobs. I put my arms behind my head, crossing them there. The result was that my chest pushed forward, giving him unrestricted access to my breasts. Rob stared at me with his eyebrows arched in a questioning way. I just nodded and stood there.

“How many times?” he asked. I thought quickly about what it felt like when I did it myself and told him five each. He shook his head and then shrugged. He stood in front of me, to the side and raised his hand with the ruler. I watched as it came down on the top of my left breast and winced. He again looked at me and I told him to keep going. Another shrug and it did the same to my right.

He did two on the top of each one and then one to the inside of left breast and one to the outside of my right one. Then, he touched the ruler against both of my nipples and looked at me. I knew what he was asking and nodded one more time. Rob stood back and brought the ruler back, then slammed it into my right nipple. Without pausing and without asking me if he should continue, he swung his hand back and hit my left nipple with the ruler.

It stung. Badly. But, except for the nipples, not really different from my butt or legs. I looked down and could see the redness and a line from where the edge of the ruler had come into contact with my skin.

I brought my hands down and gently massaged my boobs for a while and then pushed him to the bed where he used his tongue to make everything worth it.

* * * * *

Rob and I communicate really well. Not just about sex but we do communicate well about sex. My first spanking came from Rob swatting me in a playful way. We spoke about it and I learned that he actually wanted to spank me. I was willing to try it so we did. Our addition of spanking toys also came only after we had discussed what we each wanted. Rob was emphatic about me having a safe word so I do and, even though I’ve never used it, it adds to my sense of security knowing that he will stop whatever he’s doing if I want him to stop.

So, it wasn’t a great surprise that when I asked Rob to spank my boobs with the ruler, he did but he made sure that he knew what I was asking for. It was also not a surprise that we’d talk about it again.

We were sitting at the dining room table. I was teasing him, having met him at the door wearing only panties and a t-shirt. Sitting there, I continued to tease him by adjusting my t-shirt and occasionally brushing imaginary lint off of my boobs.

He started as he often did with a direct question. “Did you like having your tits spanked?” He knew damn well that I hated that word for describing them but I knew that it was the word he usually used. Some things just aren’t worth arguing about.

“Sort of? It hurt but not bad.”

“But did you like it?”

“Yeah, I guess I did. I’m not sure why but it pushed me even further than when you usually spank me.”

“I guess that explains the way you screamed when you came.” He smiled at me and I know that he likes it when whatever he’s doing causes me to get noisy during sex. The funny thing is that I’m rarely aware of what noises I’m making. My mind is somewhere else then.

“It might have been the spanking or it might just be your tongue. Kind of hard to know which one it was.” Rob is proud of his cunnilingus skills and, as the beneficiary, I have no problem amplifying his ego there. “But, if you’re asking would I want you to spank me there again, the answer is probably. N, not probably, yes.”

“Just there?”

“Just there? Where else are you thinking?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“Remember the time the belt wrapped around and almost hit my pussy?” I shudder remembering the only time I’ve come close to using my safe word.

“I remember. I remember what you said when that happened and I’m assuming that you’re not thinking of asking me to do that.”

“You’re right. I’m not.” He knows that I’m not. Even though he didn’t do it on purpose, I used some bad words at him for several minutes afterwards and he had been pretty careful to avoid that area ever since.

“Then what?”

“Two things I’ve been thinking about. More on my boobs.”

“And?”

“And my upper back. Like I’m being whipped.” We play a lot but we’ve hardly ever done any role playing. I see a light go on in his eyes and I suspect we’re both thinking of scenarios.

“Wow. Really? Are you sure?”

“I don’t know if I am. I was thinking about it but I don’t know if I’d really want it.”

“Maybe we need to think about it.”

“Yeah, maybe we do.”

So, no breast whipping that night. Not even a hand spanking. But my teasing during dinner paid off so also no complaints.

* * * * *

The subject didn’t come up for a few months. We did lots of other things during that time. Some of them involved spanking. Some involved other things. With the help of Rob’s tongue, they all resulted in me climaxing so I was happy. He came in me and on me so he was happy. Rob and I even started talking about moving in together–we were at my place or his most nights so both of us paying rent was starting to make less sense. Rob joined me for dinner at my parents’ house one night when my dad embarrassed me by asking if we’d get married before we moved in. Rob just smiled and said probably not before but maybe after.

We did– move in together that is, not get married. Combining what we had been paying separately, we decided we could afford a bigger “our” house instead of one of us moving into the other’s apartment. Friends helped us unload the rental truck and after finishing the pizza, they took off so we could unpack the boxes. Carrying some stuff into the living room, I noticed Rob staring across the living room toward the backyard.

“What are you looking at? I asked, not seeing anything specific.

“Do you see those hooks in the ceiling?” I glanced up at the two hooks hanging from the ceiling beam in the center of the room.

“Yeah, when I get a chance, I’m going to swing by a garden shop and pick up some plants to hang there.”

“Is hanging plants there really the first thing you can think of?”

OMG, I hadn’t thought of that but now that he suggested it, all I could picture was me naked with my hands tied up to the ceiling hooks. Living with Rob was going to be really fun!

* * * * *

Well, we had to finish unpacking and we were both pretty tired when we were done. Not too tired for a quicky but that took all the extra energy I had left. Then, I had to go on a work trip for a few days. Not the best way to start our living together but there was nothing I could do. We RocketTalked each night. The first night, I was topless and the second night he was naked. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to get home.