How long will you let life drag you away from your fun? Joy, experienced by the communion of you and your love, is the truest beauty there is to your world. You matter. Your happiness, relaxation, and time are precious. It can be hard to cling to a routine, to justify it to yourself when there’s always a convenience or urgency in the way.
Every month, this married couple tries to schedule a special session of sex that indulges in their fantasies of pain, dominance, and submission. Sometimes, they even succeed!
Kara is a pale woman with dancing eyes that relax your shoulders when you stare into them. She has a wistful squint, like she’s withholding a secret that could embarrass you. She is quiet, not shy, and though she stands neutrally she has an energy that feels like home. Short brown hair curls down her neck, not gracing her shoulders. And, standing nude, her incredible endowments steal the attention from her face. She’s not comfortable with her belly, however slight it is, and she covers her thighs, lightly dimpled in cellulite. But, when her husband holds her hands, she feels accepted.
Zach is a tan man with a grin so wide you’d think it insincere. He fidgets, shifting his weight from ball of foot to heel, in constant motion. His broad shoulders bump walls around him when he turns too quickly to engage in conversation with a stranger. His straight black hair is brushed sidelong, twisting up when styled like feathers texturing his silhouette. Though he believes that he could never be great enough to deserve the life he has, he also never stops trying to become so. Standing nude, his muscled arms and strong shoulders draw the eye across their deep shadows. His analytic eyes will catch you staring. He is uncertain, bashfully unaware, but his wife centers him and holds him still.
And, tonight, they’ve locked the doors and prepared a game:
They stood in their master bedroom, both in comfortable clothes. Kara wore a soft, thin graphic tee and thin pants that hugged her hips tightly but which hung loosely from below the thighs. Zach wore a simple cotton shirt and thin sweatpants. Kara was pacing across the carpet, excited for their game that Zach had made. Zach was sat on the edge of the bed, reading from his phone:
“The rules are simple:
Players take turns hurting each other until one loses by saying, ‘Mercy’. Players can move, but the usual position is the man on his back and the woman on her stomach, laying beside each other with their hips to the other’s eye-level.
The man starts each round, setting the severity. He spanks the woman by some increment of 5, alternating cheeks every 5 slaps. Then, in retaliation, she can slap his balls with an open palm once for every 5 spanks she received. She must wait until his turn is finished, but a turn cannot have more than 50 spanks–or 10 ball slaps.
After the woman’s turn, she controls the pace of the recovery. She can masturbate the man while he reciprocates by rubbing her clit. This simultaneous stimulation ends when the woman stops, but cannot last more than 1 minute.
Once per game, the woman has a special turn that reverses the usual dynamic. After she retaliates with ball slaps, she can announce, ‘I’m not done’, and continue slapping. She can slap up to 20 times, but then the man retaliates with 5 times as many spanks. Once concluded, play continues as normal, with the woman starting the recovery round. This means she should try to use this special turn as a finishing move.
Finally, negotiations can be made. A player can initiate a request to change a rule at any point, and their opponent can renegotiate as desired. Negotiations aren’t pauses–play can continue during them.
The winner owns the loser for one hour.”
Kara stopped pacing, and looked at her husband with an eager smile. Zach arched his eyebrows, turning up from his phone, “Well?”
Kara looked down, her gaze tracing over his arms, down his body, resting on his groin. Through his pants, she saw even the faint shadow line of his penis head. Still soft, still in that cute shrimp-y look underneath that she liked to tease. She wanted to see it. She stepped forward, grabbing her shirt bottom, “Well? Let’s get started.”
Zach smirked, “Well hold on now: Are you trying to negotiate?”
He patted the bedside, pushing himself onto his back, resting his head on a pillow. Kara mockingly frowned at his smug smile and licked her lips playfully, “Do you want to start clothed?”
“Well,” he stared at the corners of his eyes, “it just feels like I have the more vulnerable targets in this game. I need the pants for safety.”
Kara climbed onto the bed, rolling her shoulders. She watched as his gaze fell under her, at her swinging breasts, dangling under her loose shirt. She saw his erection react. She lay down beside him, her ass beside his face, then she longingly ran a finger up his thigh, purring, “But what about the recovery rounds? How will I pump your cock right if I can’t get a good enough grip?”
Zach swallowed, “I’ll take off my pants, only my pants, if you do something for me.”
She looked back, over her shoulder, “What do you have in-mind?”
Zach shrugged, laying a firm hand on her lower back and rubbing mindlessly, “Make me an offer.”
Kara put a finger to her lips, “Hm. How about I get you nice and hard before you start spanking me?”
She reached her hand between his legs and softly, gently pressed the back of her hand to his genitals. She started low, brushing up against him slowly, rubbing delicately from his balls up his shaft that lay against his pelvis. She followed its imprint through his clothes, but he caught her wrist with his hand. “You’re not very persuasive.”
She feigned insult, looking sideways at his grin. She shrugged, “Well, if my words aren’t enough, I can use my mouth for other things.”
She leaned over, letting her tongue hang out, then grabbed his waistband and lowered his pants. She turned her head back to him, but he was busy staring at her ample ass. She wiggled her hips, asking, “Well? One minute with my mouth? Is it worth your pants?”
Zach smiled, “Sure, pull them off me. But, I’m going to spank you while you get to work.”
Kara dragged her man’s pants down to his thighs, revealing his ostentatious underwear. It was a silly gift she’d gotten him, almost daring him to wear it, bright pink with eggplants all over. She giggled, then felt a sharp sting on her right buttock. She jolted a bit, then pulled down his boxers.
The next strike hit her, and she felt her ass shake in reverberation. She stared for a moment at his erection, long enough to make her nervous when she had to take him all the way into her throat. It was never something she could do without mental preparation. But then, another palm cracked onto her ass, and she gasped. She felt the heat in her bottom, warming her. She drooled down onto his dick, and lowered her head. She heard him say from behind her, “Don’t touch the dick; focus on my balls.”
She ran a tongue across them, rolling it around each full egg before trailing down the line of his scrotum. Another slap echoed off the walls, and she inhaled sharply. Then another, as she took one testicle into her mouth to suck. She moaned on it like a pacifier, then he moved to her other side with his next spanks.
She licked and sucked, moving gently across his sac and taking his next nut into her mouth. She let it run across her flat tongue when she pulled it in, gently nursing it with suckling motion, before letting it fall back out from gravity. Again and again his palm reddened her ass, through the thin pants that gave her no protection. “It’s like you’re not even wearing pants,” Zach sighed ecstatically, “I’m watching it bounce.”
Kara felt him grab her waist and grip her pants. She turned back to him, his balls in her mouth, eyeing him with a sparking gaze. Zach cocked his head, “May I?”
She pulled her head up with a slurping pop, his plums falling out of her puckered lips. A thin strand glistened from her bottom lip to his balls as she responded, “You can take them off, but it’ll cost you an extra two slaps.”
Zach chuckled, “And how much for–THIS?!”
He shoved upward, hard, on her waistband, bunching it up into a wedgie. Kara braced herself, grunting in pain, falling forward slightly. Her face was just an inch from his twitching cock and shifting, glistening balls. She felt him wrench up just a bit more, then another rapid series of spanks lit up her ass. She squealed, partly in pain and partly in glee at how much shame she felt. Her flushed face was the color of his engorged prick. She felt her wetness start to give that damp heat against her tight-fitting fabric. When Zach stopped assaulting her cheek, she gave a long, loving kiss onto each of his balls.
Then, she turned, saying, “For that? Two more.”
“Aw, you’re getting soft on me. That’s far too reasonable.”
Zach peeled the pants off his wife, rolling the elastic fibers down, revealing a porcelain ass with organic pink patches where his hand had been introduced. The more skin he exposed, the faster he moved. Kara watched his dick moving, precum oozing, she saw in real-time his excitement at seeing her body. He pulled her pants to her ankles, then off they went. Underneath, she wore a pair of neon green panties that were shoved up her crack. She reached back with one finger, adjusting them so they sat properly on her again. Blue bubble lettering proudly said: BAD BITCH.
Zach chuckled, “So, bad bitch–how’d my balls taste?”
Kara laughed, “You’ll know soon enough when I smash them into your throat.”
She eyed his testicles, hanging loosely below her head, then spoke, “So, 4 bonus slaps on top of the 3 I got from your spanking, right?”
Zach nodded, rubbing her calf, “Sure, and then you get the privilege of jacking me off.”
Kara had a devilish thought. She knew her husband’s weak points. She proposed an offer he couldn’t refuse, “Let’s make it an even ten slaps, but from now on I’ll play topless.”
She saw Zach gulp. He stared at her huge chest, greedy, pondering. He sighed, “I dunno, that’s really tempting, but 7 is already a lot.”
Kara nodded, “I’ll sweeten the pot: 10 slaps, I go topless, and from now on, each round, the first 5 spanks are free?”
Zach responded immediately, “Deal.”
He leaned forward, grabbing her shirt at her hips and pulling it up, over her head. “HEY!” she giggled.
They sat up together, on their knees, the shirt now over her head, blinding her and forcing her arms up. He bunched the shirt at the top, trapping her. She struggled, causing her milky breasts to bounce around, exposed for Zach’s viewing. Kara cried out, somewhat annoyed, “Cut it out!”
Zach pulled the shirt off fully, then sighed in an exaggerated manner, “Boy, that was a toughie.”
Kara sneered at him, “Zach, are you really asking for it this badly?”
Zach laid back, hands behind his head, staring at his gorgeous wife. He spread his legs wide, “Oh yeah. I wanted to piss you off for this.”
Kara leaned forward, letting her soft boobs rest on Zach’s stomach. She said, “You may as well get a look at them. They cost you a lot.”
She raised her hand high, then slammed her fingertips down like a whip onto his balls. Unlike her husband, who took his time warming up with his spanks so that she could acclimate to the pain, Kara delivered her blows in rapid succession. She was spanking his balls, cracking into them with fast, firm force like she was beating on the underside of a plastic bin to loosen its old dirt. Zach wailed in pain, tensing up and arching his back. He gripped the blankets and grit his teeth as her fifth slap hit true like its predecessors–centered to hit both his balls cruelly.
Then, she paused. Zach groaned and whined, wriggling his knees back and forth, squirming in-place but saying nothing coherent. Kara was wet as fuck, and she was losing herself to her lust. She asked her husband, whom she knew could handle more despite his present delirium, “Zach, let’s remove the rule that you have to switch targets. I want to aim all my remaining slaps on just one.”
Zach panted, struggling for air, “No fucking way.”
It felt like his guts were dying, throbbing in an immense, dull ache. His thighs were jelly, all his synapses fired meaninglessly. Kara would do anything to have her way. She offered, “During the recovery, you can skip the part where you work me over, and instead it’ll be just about you. You can suck my tits, too.”
He caught his breath. His balls were violently protesting, sending waves of agony up through his torso. He looked down at them, but Kara leaned forward to intercept his gaze. She placed her chest into his vision, and she knew he was hers. Zach nodded, “Okay.”
Kara grabbed his balls, holding his right testicle in a grip. Zach panicked, “Woah, you can’t trap it!”
Kara wore an expression of angelic sincerity, shocked at his outburst, “But, Zach, why I’m helping to make sure your other little guy is safe! Watch!”
She crashed her palm into the trapped nut, transferring all her energy into it, flattening it between the fist that trapped it and her palm. Zach’s higher brain function shut down temporarily. He flailed, weakly grabbing her elbow. He sputtered, “Oh God.”
Kara leaned down, kissing him deeply. He elucidated. She panted desperately, “See? Your left nut is safe and sound. I have to keep doing it this way.”
Zach mustered all his thoughts to manage a plea, “What can I offer for you to end the turn now?”
Kara’s eyes were like a hawk’s. She didn’t respond, but instead slapped his trapped nut again. Zach’s vision burst into white stars. He barely registered that she slapped it again, his eyes rolled around. He heard her say, more to herself than to him, “Holy fuck, it’s so hot seeing you melt in my hands.”
She finished her round, blasting his ball twice more. She released his balls, then watched him roll back and forth on their bed, his mouth open, moaning. She brought herself forward, holding the back of his head and gripping his hair. She pulled him to her breast, commanding him, “Suck it.”
He latched onto her, flicking his tongue idly and pumping her nipple in his mouth. It comforted him, but the real relief came when she reached down and began stroking his cock. His precum lubricated well, and her expert grip was the perfect counter to his rising tide of suffering. Zach could feel the pain wash over him, like he was underwater. He floated, clinging to a life preserver. His eyes focused, and he felt like a person again–no longer overwhelmed by pain. His dick stiffened to full arousal, his wife’s huge tits on his face and her gentle hand pumping him hard and fast. He ran his hand up her back.
The minute ended, and both players were sad to see it. Kara had literally watched Zach’s balls relax from her recovering touch. She could stare at him all night. Though penises were often ugly little organs, there were pretty ones out there. Zach’s was smooth and without blemish, almost sanitized in its appearance. And, most wonderfully, it was attached to the love of her life. She bent forward, wiggling her hips in a seductive dance meant to mock her husband’s pain. She asked, “Is the wriggly worm man gonna give up?”
Zach shook his head, “Nah, you’re really about to get it now. My balls hurt so much.”
Kara pressed her ass into the air, throwing it back toward him daringly. She taunted him, “Give me your best shot, numbnuts. My ass is barely started.”
Zach grabbed her waist, pulling her down, toward him. He held her body against him, his twitching cock against her face. She blushed, breathing fast. She wanted him to break her. He spoke, “Have a taste of your own medicine, all one one cheek.”
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
The barrage came all as one rapid, constant stream–sounding of a theater’s applause. Kara screamed through shut teeth. Her ass felt like it was on fire, stinging like bees had swarmed it. The pink hue was warping red, threatening purple. She dug into the bed with her nails, clenching her teeth and tensing her body. This was unbearable. She opened her mouth in pain, gutterally groaning. Then, a second of pause.
She inhaled sharply, like a hiccup. Then came more–her ass felt like it had exploded. She couldn’t move from her husband’s strong restraining grip. Each spank bounced her ass, shaking theough her body, throwing her hair into her face. She stared up at the balls in her face. Watching those orbs bounce with Zach’s effort, shifting in their home from the subtlest change in temperature–she found her strength. She would outlast, and put all her pain directly into those delicate targets. Her ass was numb. Good. She could withstand it all now.
Her thigh was dead, her leg hung limply, she lost its support and sagged fully onto her husband. As her leg splayed out, Zach finished his spanking. It stopped. Zach panted, from exertion and from the bodyweight on his chest and belly, “Well?”
He twitched his cock, which struggled against her chin almost like it was tapping her awake. Kara mumbled, “Didn’t hurt.”
Zach rubbed the red ass, and Kara winced in pain. She rolled off him, onto her side with the spanked cheek, her lip quivering in pain that this movement renewed. She looked down at Zach, saying, “That was 30 spanks?”
Zach nodded, “Yep. So you get 5 slaps. Doesn’t seem worth it anymore, huh?”
Kara wiped Zach’s precum off her collarbone, residue from laying on him. She smirked in her trademark way, eye-fucking him with her best sexy voice, “For 5 more, I can give a lap dance for you?”
Zach stared at his wife. She was beautiful, but this was transparent. Her disheveled visage, hair flung and stuck up in odd loops, gave her a wild look. It was cute, but not commanding. He shook his head, “I’m locked-in here. No way am I losing by taking free hits.”
Kara grabbed her breasts, holding them out for Zach, “Want me to wrap my girls around you and let you cum a fountain?”
Zach furrowed a brow, “For 5?”
Kara smiled. Zach’s eyes widened. They didn’t speak, but he understood the obvious: She was going to use her special turn next, on top of whatever he agreed to. She would finish this here. Kara spread her thighs in her kneeling position, asking, “What if I let you strip off these panties from me?”
Zach swallowed. Kara turned around, “I thought you weren’t scared of a bad bitch?”
She bounced her ass, putting on a show for him. She planted her head low and wiggled back and forth. She laughed, looking under her, past her hanging breasts, to see his hypnotized face. She sat up, arms crossed with a scowl. She cocked an eyebrow, “So, what? Are you giving up? Too scared to take 10 little slaps to the ballsy-wallsy?”
Zach replied, “I’m not worried, honey. I’m going to win.”
“Then I see why you don’t want a reward, if you expect to earn one with my loss. How about, instead,” she crawled toward him, planting her ass right beside his face, “You get to use a wooden spoon on me?”
Zach looked at her, and he smiled, “Deal.”
By this point, his balls had mostly recovered. Sure, they had a very mild ache, but he was largely fine. Especially because they’d done this so much. He was so unfathomably horny, the pain he felt was partly null. He stared at her ass, laying a gentle hand on it, rubbing it soothingly. Kara giggled, “Give it a kiss, and I’ll go a little bit easier on you.”
Zach, leaned over, pressing his soft lips against her stinging ass. The red flesh was hot to the touch, despite her hips where his hands were being cool. He pulled away, saying, “That okay?”
Kara was soaking wet, knowing she’d won. This next round would end him. She laughed, “Perfect. You know, you’ve signed your death warrant? If I go full-force, you’ll be crying and begging to stop. But, now I’ll go just hard enough to keep you in agony, but you’ll hang in there for me until you realize you can’t anymore.”