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Erotic Spanking 101
A log cabin near Andover, New Hampshire,
Jan 1997
It was cold. I can tell you that much. The walk to the cabin from where we had to leave the rented car made that point very clear. Monica was bundled up nicely in layers of clothes and still managed to look spectacular. Monica was my German girlfriend, whom I had met on a bus ride to the Octoberfest in Munich 2 years earlier.
We had hit it off immediately and spent most of the evening walking arm in arm amongst the beer tents and the 500,000 mostly inebriated in attendance at that grandaddy of all Octoberfests. Monica had flaming red hair, not typical for a German. She was 5:9 and maybe 135 with the long legs of a dancer, which she was. And those legs were incredibly strong. Monica had planned to visit the states, to include a visit to her grandparents who now lived in Wisconsin. So we timed our vacations so that we could spend a 4 day weekend together in a rented log cabin in the foothills of the New Hampshire Appalachians.
Monica had no background at all in BDSM when we first met. But she was incredibly sexual and wild and jumped in with both feet. The very first BDSM party I had taken her to was at a sidewalk cafe in a little village located adjacent to a nudist camp in northern Bavaria. The occasion was an ‘initiation’ of a young German lady into the local BDSM collective. The mood was festive, playful, light, nothing too heavy. The young lady was plied with copious amounts of sparkling wine and champagne. She was then told to stand on one of the tables, remove her gym shorts and “replace the wine into this wine bottle. If you spill a drop you will be fair game for everyone here.”
Of course in trying to piss into a narrow necked wine bottle she immediately ’spilled’ and was handed around to everyone to grope, feel her up and play with her various erogenous zones. A good time was had by all with plenty of laughs and orgasms. Monica was a passive observer but she obviously loved the hedonistic and playful attitude of the event. Monica remained my BDSM partner for the final year of my second German tour which included munches and events in Germany, France and Denmark.
We arrived at the upscale log cabin around noon. Walking in you would swear you were walking into a novel by Ernest Hemingway. Stuffed animal heads lined the walls. A fur rug lay in front of a large stone fireplace, a wood burning pot bellied stove was across the room. The bed was a four poster canopy and it was so high that there was a small ladder that you used to climb into and out of bed. Chiffon curtains could be pulled down to surround yourself in a delicate luxury. Leather armchairs and couch, inlaid subdued lighting, very nice appliances, a nicely appointed bath and shower and amenities. An old fashioned bathtub surrounded by another chiffon curtain sat, for some reason, in a corner of the bedroom. Yeah I could stay here awhile.
I wanted to show Monica how beautiful the New England woods were so we dropped our baggage off in the cabin and set off on a half mile hike through the pine forest towards the ruins of an old stone fort. We were both bundled up nicely, so the temps in the 20’s and the 6 inches or so of snow on the ground were not an issue. We took our time, walking slowly across the open field which separated the cabin from the tree line. We would stop occasionally and just hold each other, and kiss, my lips lightly tracing her lips, nose, ears, forehead. Her light perfume was having a hypnotic effect on me, I could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. I admit I was transfixed. Here I was with a Bavarian Snow Queen in a Winter Wonderland. And I didn’t have to sleep in it :) I didn’t want the moment to end.
Then it was a short climb up a manageable rock face and there we were. There was a plateau, maybe 50 by 50 meters across. It overlooked a peaceful river oxbow shaped valley. The sun was shining brilliantly. The trees wore a thick coat of powder. I leaned back against a large rock, took hold of Monica and unbuttoned her coat. Just as I was to pull her close the wind kicked up and created an unforgettable effect. I carefully turned Monica around, whispered ‘Look’, and pulled her tight against me.
With a soft woosh sound the snow was blown from the trees and was suspended in the air by a soft breeze. The bright sun hitting this windblown snow created a thousand suspended rainbows, which danced and shimmered around and through the sparkling snow crystals which surrounded us. It was a magical effect. I hugged Monica close and whispered in her ear ’Tomorrow’. I knew she could feel my erection through her ski pants and she slowly pressed and rubbed her ass against me for good measure.
She understood. Monica loved anal play as much as I did. And she had an ass fit for worship. It was perfectly proportionate to her sleek, cat like frame, beautiful sculpted, and firm. In a word, it was truly beautiful. We had agreed that our first full day in the cabin would be devoted, in one way or another, to anal play. On top of that we had declared Day One to be Cinnamon Day. That meant we would be using cinnamon incense, soap, candles, edible massage oil, and cinnamon spice on a type of German gluhwein that she was so expert at cooking up.
Monica cooked up a nice German meal and as soon as we finished eating and cleaned up, we stripped and headed to the shower. We jumped in the shower together and he very warm water cascaded down on us. Monica had brought those round scrubby things that I had never used before and it was fun discovering how I could explore all her secret places with those things. She vigorously returned the favor. The cinnamon soap we were using smelled good enough to eat. We quickly had each other so hot and bothered that we barely dried off before climbing that ladder naked and wrapping ourselves around each other in bed.
Monica pulled me tight against her, grabbed my cock with one hand, wrapped her legs around me and said “Take me, Sir!”. Not having to be told twice I almost immediately slid into her. Monica’s legs were very strong and once she tightened their grip around you, you weren’t going anywhere. Not that I had any desire to. We lay there, almost perfectly still. My cock was rock hard inside her cunt. I was happy. Then Monica began something I had experienced before. I would flex my cock in a Kegel exercise motion. She would respond by flexing her pussy which had the felt effect of a small hand ‘milking’ my cock. It was a dance, a tantric dance of celebration between ourselves. Sexual yoga. I was kissing her face, just lightly inhaling her scent, her essence. Her nipples were hardening against my chest and I could feel the heat of her chest flushing. We remained still. The only movement her pussy milking my flexing cock and her legs tightening around me.
Suddenly I came. It was almost unexpected. It felt like the cum was literally being sucked out of me. It was an incredible sensation and not atypical of tantric sex. My cum splashing against the inner walls of her pussy and Monica, tensed, groaned and came hard as we kissed deeply. We stayed in that same position quite awhile, neither of us wanting to move, to break the spell. I finally rolled off. And then, sleep.
The first light crept in through the curtains and a sunbeam caressed Monica’s sleeping form. It was a sensual sight to see, her gorgeous form, the curves of her derriere. Today was to be a day devoted to anal pleasures. And those pleasures were to be taken and enjoyed with a touch, a taste, of cinnamon. I rolled over close to Monica and pulled her close to me. We were now spooning. I kissed her check, nuzzled her neck. I knew she could feel the heat radiating off me.
As a result of some shots I received during my tour in Vietnam, my normal body temp was higher than most folks. A desired commodity when in bed in cold temps, less so in warmer climes. I murmured in her ear, ‘You do remember what day this is?’. ‘Yes’, she replied, and giggled. We untangled, and I let Monica have first use of the toilet while I threw a housecoat on and stoked the wood burning stove and fireplace.
Once we had both freshened up we returned to bed, climbing the ladder to enter what was essentially a boudoir cave as the canopy curtains draped low around us. So the first decision I had to make was what was going to be first, a spanking, or a massage? I decided that a prolonged, sensual and sexual spanking would be first up. That would be followed by an equally prolonged tantric massage, designed to first relax the lady then to concentrate her energies in erogenous zones, before working towards several very nice explosive releases of that sexual energy.
We were both naked and the cabin was nicely warmed by the stove. I positioned myself with my back propped up by some pillows and asked Monica to lie down across my lap. She carefully draped her beautiful body across my lap and laid her head down on folded arms. It was kinda like being served breakfast in bed, I thought. Except I would not be engaging in any oral delights just yet. Not .....yet.
I slowly ran a hand up her leg and when I reached her ass, I drew my hand up until a finger rested gently on her rosebud. It remained there....until very slowly, very gently, I applied a light pressure to that portal, as if it was begging to be allowed inside. Monica moaned her approval and slid her legs a bit wider to facilitate entry. Not .....yet.
My hand rested on her bottom, luxuriating in the sensation of wonderfully soft skin on a firm, tight, muscular bottom. Monica had a dancer’s legs and ass, strong, sleek, and incredibly feminine. Watching her legs and ass as she walked was almost hypnotic. She radiated the feline strength and grace of a panther on the hunt. Except now she was mine. My hand slowly moved over the curves of her ass, appreciating, exploring. And then it was time.
Spank! Not too hard, not too soft. A beginning. I left my hand where it spanked and could feel a slight warmth from her ass. A slight slow rub, a caress, more exploring, roaming ....no rush. Spank!. Now my hand explored a bit farther south, running over that space where her ass met her legs, then slowly up her inner thigh...towards her pubic mound. I caressed that mound ever so slightly as I drew my hand back for another spank. And I slowly settled into a rhythm. It became a discernible pattern of a spank, followed by caresses, a gentle rubbing, an appreciative touch.
By now we were getting the first wisps of the cinnamon incense we had lit. It was so mellow. The sun was highlighting Monica’s prone form. She had tiny, little barely visible golden hairs along her backside that shined and glistened in the sunlight. The birds outside were happily chirping. I debated whether I should now apply some of the cinnamon massage oil I had for the occasion. It was edible oil and I knew when I used it I would be difficult for me to keep from burying my face deep into that backside. Better to wait on that. Not ....yet.
Monica’s bottom was warming, and rising to the occasion. As I kept up a steady pattern of spanks and caresses, now slightly increasing both the tempo and the force of the spanks, Monica seemed to be hard pressed to want to either raise her ass to the spanks and also lower it so as to grind her pubic bone into my leg. And I continued. Now adding further explorations, a bit further down her leg between spanks, a bit more time on her inner thighs and dragging my hand slowly up those inner thighs towards her pussy. Monica’s breathing became deeper, more forceful....and now a bit more ragged.
I wet my left index finger and placed it on her rosebud. Now a gentle but firm pressure as I continued to spank and caress with my right. It began to slide inside....actually it was being sucked in, welcomed in. My hands were taking Monica’s ass, owning it, taming it, spanking it and pleasuring it in a maelstrom of sensation. I increased the tempo yet again, spank, caress, rub, explore, spank, caress, rub, explore. It was my intent to blur the sensations until I could remove the distinction. All became one, the pleasure, the pain until Monica could no longer distinguish between the two, nor care to.
I was finger fucking her ass with one hand and spanking/caressing with the other. Monica was becoming more and more animated. She was getting close. Monica could cum just by being flogged, just by a spanking, and more. The very first time we played, as she walked into my hotel room one warm summer day in Nurnberg, I quickly slid off her summer dress, turned and had her brace against the wall and like a cop frisking a subject, let my hands roam free on her body. Her legs shook, her knees buckled, her breath went raged, her back arched and she was cuming so hard she could not talk. It was fun to watch.
Monica was getting closer. I knew that her ass was now a whirlwind of sensitivity both inside and out. I had a created a pattern of vibrational sensation that enveloped Monica’s derriere and was lifting her to a place where she could truly spread her wings and soar.
It was time. Time to take her there. Take her where she wanted to go, and let her fly.
I grabbed her hair with my left hand and began a slight pull on her hair. At the same time I quickened both the tempo and the force of the strikes again. Now it was primarily spanking and hair pulling, to convey the sensation of being controlled, played like an instrument.
And Monica reacted beautifully. Monica was both moaning and groaning, humping my leg as the spanks came down. I pulled a bit harder on her hair and her head began to look up, to salute the sun with her first orgasm of the day. I moved the spanking more to that space between her ass and legs. Her legs suddenly tightened and cramped up. A deep breath then a soft shriek, that got louder as the orgasmic spasms overcame her. Her ass started shaking as if it had a life if its own.
I released her hair. Monica gasped “Oh my God!!” And she continued to shake. I caressed her ass for quite awhile. Talking soothingly to her. Bringing her down. I gently reached down and pulled her back to me so that she was now sitting/lying against my chest. I hugged her tight and brushed her hair and her face with my hand. I gently kissed her cheeks whispering softly over and over “Good girl! Good Girl!”.
Erotic spanking 101.
Next was the tantric massage.
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