Jennifer's Birthday Paddling - Sex Stories

Jennifer's Birthday Paddling

... ass, about a foot away. SWAT! My fingers stung smartly into her bottom. She let out a low moan, and rocked her hips gently in response. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I let her have three more, just using the tips of my fingers to give the maximum stinging effect. I looked at Linda and she was smiling. "Ohh, that smarts!" Jennifer had finally spoken up. She circled her hips in a slow pattern. "You think that hurts? Try this!!!!” I yelled. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! My hand and fingertips laid heavily into my love's bottom, and she squealed in response. After twenty blows her ass had started to turn a bright red, and she was whimpering in response. The spanking had turned from what she thought was going to be a pleasurable experience, into a real ass warming. She reached back to protect her bum, but I flung her hand away as it came up. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Her small ass was trying to make a decision as to what it should feel. The hand kept coming up to protect the soft skin there, and each time it was knocked away. Yet her as betrayed her, as it continued to dance and torque in a fashion revealing pleasure. Linda pressed as hard as she could into the small of Jen's back. Her buttocks were now lofted into the stratosphere. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "Enough!" I said. I reached down and grabbed the paddle that had been in front of Jen for a good ten minutes. Tears had formed in her eyes, and she let out a gasp. "Please, ...

... noooo." "Too late now" I intoned. "In fact, your friend is going to administer the blows, and I haven't forgotten about that small bit of self pleasure we discovered you at. The twenty swats I promised will now be delivered". I held the paddle out to Linda, and she took it. "Let her have it”. Linda was having trouble focusing, and she herself swayed back and forth in a state of pleasure. Her legs were clamped firmly together, and I suspected she was trying to get any kind of friction she could under that white dress. Linda grasped the paddle, stared at it - brought it back about a foot, and let go. Thud. The paddle landed dully on Jennifer's behind. She responded with a slight moan, and jerking of the hips. "No, No, No - all wrong. Give it here", I asked. Linda passed the paddle back. I held it at arms length a good three feet away from Jen's arse. "Like this!" SNAP! It sounded like a real snap in the room, echoing off the ceiling at walls. The paddle bit right into Jen's ass like a mousetrap. Immediately a red crescent formed on her bottom. "It's all in the wrist. You have to give it a snap of the wrist at the last moment - do you understand?" I handed the paddle back, and Linda smiled. "Now, rub the paddle against her behind a bit to warm it up, and then lean back and crack her ass", I commanded. Jennifer took a moment to plead for mercy again. I could have cared less, as her ass was swinging back and forth in the breeze, obviously looking for more pleasure. The tears from ...