This happened to me nearly 10 years ago when I was 26 or 27. I was and still am married to a loving husband who has a great job which takes him out of town regularly. At the time I was being a full time housewife, which I did at times discover a little boring. I knew I was very lucky as I had the money to spend my time as I wished. Before leaving on a week’s company trip abroad my husband said that he had arranged for a decorator, who had been recommended to him, to come in and redecorate the fourth bedroom.

I was very surprised when a tall gentleman around 55 years old turned up the next day. He was dressed more like an executive and spoke in a very calm and intelligent way. He said he wanted to discuss the job which he would begin the next day when he had picked up the materials we agreed. I was instantly attracted to this good-looking personable man. I had never found older men attractive but was bowled over by his confident but caring manner.

We agreed the color scheme and exactly what he would do. I offered him a second cup of coffee and we relaxed back and started to talk about more personal matters. I admitted to being a little bored particularly when my husband was away. I remember thinking that it was probably not the best thing to say to a stranger. He said that he had been widowed two years earlier and had thrown in his career in the US, as he wanted to do something completely different. Money was not the driver for him working he just found the work so much more rewarding than his career in the financial world.

I sympathized with him about losing his wife and asked what he missed the most. He said he missed her day-to-day business and the intimacy that they had enjoyed throughout their time together. He hesitated and I could see he wanted to say more so I prompted him. He said it was too personal but I reached out and held his hand to comfort him. I was amazed at myself being so forward with him. He looked me directly in the eye and said

“What I miss the most is how excited she always got when I spanked her bottom.”

I am not sure which of us was the most surprised that he said it.

“Oh I am so sorry what must you think of me, that was far too much information. If you wish me to leave I quite understand. I am so sorry.”

Rather than being angry with him I felt deeply sorry. I wanted to encourage him to open up but was also fascinated by the subject. Our sex life was far from vanilla but spanking or for that matter any involvement of my bottom had never played any part.

“Don’t worry I am not that much of a prude and I am certainly not offended.”

I wanted to ask questions but just managed to hold my tongue. He seemed to sense this and asked me with a caring tone whether I had ever been spanked and if so whether I had enjoyed it. To this day I do not figure out why I said what I said

“No I have not so I don’t know whether I would enjoy it.”

The second the words were out of my mouth I realized that I had almost offered an invitation to this hugely attractive man. I stammered that I was sure I would not like to be spanked. I was in a hole but I just kept digging. I am not sure exactly what I said but he just held my hand and comforted me as I babbled away.

“I have a little something in my car that you might like to see. I will leave now but not before I give you a little light reading. It might help you to see whether having your beautiful bottom spanked might be of interest.”

It did not escape me his use of the word gorgeous. I know I have a good figure but was at all times concerned that my bottom was too big. As he got up to leave I was desperate to spend longer in his business but knew I had already made things quite awkward. He went to his car before returning to the doorstep with a magazine in his hand. He gave it to me with the back cover showing. With a lovely smile he was gone.

I was shocked, but should not have been surprised, when I turned the magazine over. It showed a girl looking over her shoulder towards the camera that was focused in on a large bottom with red stripes spread across it. Her anus and pussy were amazingly visible. Her pussy was spread and showed some clear signs of being red and moisture. I have never had any interest in females let alone their pussies but this photo transfixed me.

My pussy, which I had been aware of over the last few minutes, now became distinctly aroused. I wanted to be that girl. Her eyes showed an excitement that was infectious and seemed to be asking for more stripes to be added. The photos in the rest of the magazine showed spankings, strappings and canings. By the time I finished looking at the photos I was sitting on a pussy that was threatening to soak the sofa. My heart rate was high and I was sweating.

Having never wondered about it all I could think was how I wanted to have my bottom spanked. More worrying was that it was not my husband doing the spanking but my beautiful decorator. Without thinking about it I found my hand inside my panties and my fingers were playing with my enormous wet clit. With a jolt I snapped out of this strange world. I busied myself and hid the magazine under my pillow. I refused to look at it that night but did have a dream that included a vision of a girl it might have been me being caned. I woke in a sweat with an unfulfilled sexual excitement flowing through me.

I tried to keep my sexual excitement in check but felt like a schoolgirl waiting to experience sex for the first time. In fact a very relaxed decorator arrived as if nothing had happened the day before. He didn’t mention the magazine and agreed simple arrangements for his work and got to work. I was stunned and very disappointed. Had I expected him to push me across the kitchen table and spank me until I couldn’t sit down? Actually he had given me no indication that he would be interested in spanking me. I felt frustrated let down and very stupid. Had I misjudged this man so badly? I had dressed rather provocatively and as if for a spanking and he had completely ignored it treating me like a silly girl.

The day went very slowly. I was very close to masturbating to help ease my intense frustration. This was something I hadn’t done in years. While sharing coffees during the day he (Ian) had acted very professionally discussing the house and the decorating. Things took a dramatic turn after he finished tidying up at the end of the day. His attitude changed and it was the beautiful inquisitive older man who became totally engaging again.

I felt myself melt as he asked me whether I had enjoyed the magazine and if so which photos and stories had turned me on. Not which ones I had enjoyed but which ones had sexually excited me. The way he put it reduced me to feeling like an overexcited little girl. I knew I had to answer and lying was not an option. I did not trust my mouth to say what I wanted it to, so got the magazine and pointed to two of my favorites.

“Did you imagine yourself as the girls in the pictures? If so who was doing the spanking and caning? Did you masturbate while looking at the magazine?”

I was stunned by his directness. Things were moving forward at a scary rate but I was frightened by how sexy it felt but admitted to myself that it was just what I wanted. Was he really offering to spank me? What would happen if he did? I was so excited about the possibilities; sexually aroused by all the possibilities.

“Yes I did imagine I was the girls in the pictures and you were spanking and strapping me. I felt like I was being unfaithful having such lurid fantasies so decided not to masturbate but I did get very excited.”

Without any effort this man had made me lay myself completely bare. I had admitted my inner sexual fantasies and done everything other than directly ask him to spank me, someone 30 years younger than him.

“I shall only ask you this question once. I will take your first answer and if your answer is no the whole question of spanking will not be mentioned again. If your answer is yes I will spank, strap and cane you however I wish. You will only have one way to affect things and that is to use the safe word that is ‘Blue’. This will stop things completely and no further action will take place. Do you understand? Do you want me to take complete control of your beautiful bottom?”

I felt enveloped by this man’s personality. I wanted to do what he wanted. I wanted to be spanked, strapped and caned by this charismatic character. I hardly took in his reference to complete control but my head shaking made it clear that I was agreeing to everything.

“Tell me clearly in your own words what you want from me.”

“I want you to spank, strap and cane me. I want to experience my bottom being warmed until it wants to explode.”

His smile was all knowing, confident but also caring. I wanted to be taken over his knee but he indicated that I should lean across the kitchen table. As if teasing me he took what seemed like minutes before he approached me and firmly pulled my short dress up until it was halfway up my back. I knew he would now see my brief, black opaque panties that I had chosen for what I wondered was their sexy appearance. His hands slipped down my legs and gently eased my legs well aside. He had not really touched me but I knew that my sexual excitement would be obvious to anyone this close. This seemed to be confirmed as he made a noise that sounded like a laugh at my predicament and emphasized it by saying

“You really are very ready to be spanked aren’t you?”

No answer was required but he had again established clearly that I wanted this, at least as much as he did. We both knew I would have begged him if he had required me to.

He stood beside me, held my back down onto the table with his left hand and spanked down onto my bottom with his right. He landed half a dozen firm spanks to my bottom in quick succession. None hurt but a lovely warmth was soon spreading across the whole area. This was everything and more than I had hoped for.

I wanted to shout out that I wanted it harder, much harder but knew I was not in charge and was afraid that he would stop. Somehow he knew and the next spanks were much harder and I found myself pushing my bottom out to welcome each spank. The heat all around the area was gorgeous but it was what was happening in my head that had me uncontrollably aroused. All my brain was telling me was that the spanking must go on and preferably much harder. He paused again but this time caressed by whole bottom gently with just the tips of one hand.

No touch had ever been so sensual. It was as if he was massaging my brain, my very being. The noises that came out of my mouth were ones of pure ecstasy. This was heavenly but it would not bring me to the orgasm I so badly wanted. My hand found it’s way between my legs and my fingers found my clit.

“No my dear that will not be necessary.”

He knelt behind me and gently removed my hand that had not obeyed his command. He then placed both of his hands on bottom and pulled my cheeks aside. I wondered he was gonna discover my clit with his mouth but instead he found the center of my anus with it. The licking of the very sensitive area was not gentle and very quickly his tongue was demanding entry into an area never entered by anything.

I was as appalled by it as I was excited. This was disgustingly perverted but my brain knew only pleasure from it and my body pushed back onto his probing tongue as an orgasm hit me from nowhere. My whole body shook in spasm after spasm with a violence I was worried would make me pass out. It seemed to last forever but I have no idea how long it was. No orgasm caused by clitoral stimulation had ever or has ever got close to this intensity.

I lay fully supported by the table long after he had moved away. I was not sure I could face the man who had just managed to do what he had just done to me. After a few minutes he came up behind me lent forward as if to cuddle me and brought his mouth next to my ear. Through his trousers I could feel his erection as he whispered

“While I am here your bottom is mine.”

With that he was gone. I was once again gutted by his actions, as I had wanted so much more. It was only then that I realized how selfish that was, as I had not considered his needs in any way. My head was in a spin all evening and I was more sexually aware of myself than ever. The fantasies that accompanied my masturbation that night were lurid and disgusting and it might have been this that made the orgasm so violent.

The next day started just like the previous one. A friendly greeting not recognizing what had gone on and the decorating was started again. As before he transformed as he finished tidying away. He asked me if I had enjoyed the day before and I could not prevent myself from saying how it had been the most wonderful experience. He said that he was pleased I had enjoyed it and suggested that if I wanted I could try something much more challenging. I knew better than challenge him and dropping my head through embarrassment nodding my agreement.

He told me he was gonna cane me and that the pain would be very intense. He said in his experience it was better to warm up the bottom before applying the cane, as this would make it far more receptive. He also said that if the recipient was not sexually aroused before the caning started then pain would not usually sexually arouse.

“In your case I don’t think there will be an issue with that will there?”

I was far from sure that this was a compliment but as I had been desperately aroused for a number of hours decided to let it pass. He positioned me over the table as before and pulled my panties down in what seemed to be a disappointingly functional way. I felt his breath on my bottom and heard him take a deep breath in.

“I am far from sure that you need warming up at all but I shall do so anyway.”

He gave me about a dozen firm spanks on my bottom in quite quick succession. My head started to get to the place it had found yesterday and I was sure I could take anything he dished out. I expected to receive the caning straight away but he disappeared for a very long minute before he returned with what looked like a small whip in his hand.

With no explanation he struck me a number of times from each side of me. He then took hold of my hands and without words got me to hold the cheek of my bottom wide aside. He then proceeded to use the whip in upward movements striking just the area around my anus. This was more painful than anything he had done before but was also hugely exciting. I moved myself trying to get the whip to hit my pussy but he made a tutting sound and adjusted the whipping so it wouldn’t. My pussy was screaming for attention but I remembered not being allowed to touch myself the previous day and anyway I didn’t have a spare hand.

I felt let down when he stopped the whipping but the anticipation of a caning soon kicked in. Another pause while he recovered the cane. I held my breath as he laid it across my bottom and started to gently tap it across the whole area. He built the anticipation to a fever pitch before bringing it down with considerable force. I heard it first then the explosion of pure pain knocked every wondered from my head.

When the air returned to my lungs I swore I blasphemed and I called him some very rude names. He laughed loudly at my reaction and continued tapping my bottom lightly. My head was scrambled. The pain was more intense than anything I had ever felt. There was no way I could take another five of these, it would kill me. There was no way after all the anticipation I was gonna tell him to stop. There was no way I was gonna admit to this man that I could not take his caning. These thoughts were flashing quickly through my head but not quickly enough to arrive at a conclusion. I was just conscious that the extreme pain was mellowing and spreading across a larger area when the second explosion cleared all rational wondered.

Tears filled my eyes and I was just about to beg him to stop when he struck again. I was dancing around from foot to foot when it struck me that while the extreme pain was still there also a warmth was radiating from each of the stripes on my bottom. I wanted more and more of the pleasure and as it was the pain that was bringing the pleasure I wanted more pain, more caning.

As soon as he saw me settle I got my wish with two more searing cuts from the cane. Again I wanted to play with my pussy, as it would help me deal with the pain. He laid the cane across my back before spreading something soothing across my whole bottom. He worked the cream along the stripes gently then worked round in ever decreasing circles until he found the very sensitive core. He added more cream to his fingers and concentrated on an area an inch square. I felt myself relax and he pushed a finger where only his tongue had gone before.

It slipped in with an ease that was rather concerning. He gently fucked my bottom gradually inserting his finger deeper and deeper. In the state my body was in it felt every bit as good as a large prick fucking my pussy, or it seemed so at the time. My whole body was throbbing but I needed something, something more but what.

“Just two more for your first time. You are doing well to absorb all the pain and I can see that the pleasure is really kicking in. The last two will hurt like hell but see if you can take them with no noise at all. If you can I will use the cream to comfort you.”

I did not know what he meant but was buoyed up by his praise and determined not to let him or myself down. I bit my lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Despite the explosion that threatened my sanity I was soon settled to receive the sixth. He delivered while my body was shaking uncontrollably not in orgasm but in agony.

The relief that there would be no more caning left me sobbing my heart out. He was quickly behind me and squirting the cream onto my bottom before spreading it. It cooled the furnace that was my bottom to only just below boiling point. I was praying that a finger would discover the target I wanted it to. I was not disappointed and even better a second finger soon joined it. As he fucked me with them he bent them so that they rubbed towards the front of my body. It felt exactly the same as when my husband finds my g spot.

I knew if he wanted to he could keep doing what he was for as long as I wanted. I told him to just fuck me exactly as he was. He did but added gently spanking me with his other hand. I wanted him to slow down so I could enjoy it for longer but he had other ideas.

“If you want me to look after your bottom for the rest of the week be a good girl and do not cum unless I give you permission.”

He knew I was coiled like a spring waiting to explode but had set me what was surely an impossible task. All I could do was beg him for permission and pray that my body would not betray me.

He teased me asking me if I was a good girl or not. Asking me whether he should help me being a good girl by taking his fingers out. He knew that all this talk would only make it more difficult for me to control myself.

“Oh fuck you win I am going to cum so hard, so hard. Spank me harder, no much harder it is going to happen.”

It happened and it happened spectacularly. Any control I had over my body was lost. The fingers in my bottom held me where I was and the table supported my body. I was able to push myself back onto his fingers to get them as deep as feasible. The pain deep in my bowels was the final pain before everything was pure pleasure. My head exploded a little like the night before but in additional my whole lower body was having spasm after spasm similar to a conventional orgasm.

I cried out telling him how wonderful it was and to never let it stop. If only he had had it within his power. He did have the power to give me the most exhausting and satisfying orgasm I had experienced. After I recovered my senses unbelievably I wanted more. My fingers went between my legs. The smack on my bottom was different and clearly was an order to stop.