My worst spanking ever

I was asked recently: "What was your worst ever spanking?"

That’s a tough one to answer - because, in my experience, most hard spankings combine pain and pleasure.
I was an only child and my parents were divorced. My mother and I had a close, loving relationship. She encouraged me to enjoy literature, the countryside and many other things I still enjoy - including female bodies. If I walked in on her when she was naked, washing or getting dressed, she didn’t mind - just carried on what she was doing.
It was a liberated, rather adult atmosphere - but there were certain things that earnt a spanking: bare bottom, over her lap. This hurt - but snuggled against her, I could feel my cock going stiff. Long before I knew about sex, I associated a spanked bottom with erotic pleasure.
At the little private school I attended from age six to ten, the Head Mistress slippered my bare bottom. Afterwards, noting my erection, she said I’d make a good husband one day - then she told me to behave in future or I’d get another slippering - or even a caning. I immediately went into the toilet and masturbated for the first time. And of course I misbehaved quite frequently.
Years later, like many teenage boys, I longed to fuck my mother. Of course I never did - but I’d lie in bed fanticising and masturbating.
As an adult, I’ve had a number of relationships in which bare bottom spanking has been a prelude to sex. I’ve enjoyed spanking women - either over my lap or bending over to reveal all their hidden treasures - but mostly it’s been me on the receiving end. Whether the spanking has been M/f or F/m, it has usually led to a great fuck.
But you’re wondering about my worst spanking - by which I assume you mean my most painful one.
Without doubt, my most painful spanking was delivered by my wife Erica. We are in love and always were, but seven years ago, at a fairly drunken party, she found me fucking with a woman whose name I didn’t even know. Though this was the only time I had strayed, she considered leaving me.
I grovelled and begged forgiveness. Fortunately Erica spoke to my mother, with whom she had a close friendship. My mother ordered a rattan cane online, gave it to Erica and told her what to do with it.
After days not speaking to me, Erica told me to shower before reporting to her in the sitting room, wearing only a TeeShirt. Assuming I’d been forgiven, I obeyed with alacrity.
Erica had changed out of her jeans into a skirt. Seeing her breasts moving under her cotton top, I had an immediate hard-on which sagged when I saw her face. She had never looked so angry.
Before I could say anything, Erica said “You have no idea how much you hurt me.”
She produced a fearsome-looking cane - nearly three feet long. She flexed it, bending it almost double. It sprang back with an awful whoosh!!
“Now I’m going to hurt you just as much! Bend over! I shall give you twelve strokes - and if you move, I will divorce you - just as your mother divorced your father.”
I was too scared to wonder exactly what my father’s crime had been.
I bent over.
“Touch your toes!”
I managed that, but only by spreading my feet.
Lightly, almost like a moth, the cane touched my naked buttocks.
“Just lining up. Plenty of room to swing this thing.”
Our sitting room is spacious, without too much furniture and high ceilings.
I waited. I could feel my gluteal muscles tensing. I desperately wanted to pee. Why couldn’t she get on with it?
Then, suddenly, the first stroke: probably the greatest pain since I’d suffered an impacted wisdom tooth - but unlike ones teeth, the buttocks and surrounding areas are erogenous.
Despite the pain, the hard-on returned - and grew throughout the next eleven strokes.
Erica’s aim was perfection. When next day, I looked in the mirror…but, right then, that was the future.
Right now, Erica reclined on the sofa and spread her knees wide. No knickers. Lovely swollen vulva. My eyes went to her clitoris.
I no longer needed a pee.
“OK” said Erica. “Go to it.”
Kneeling, I pleasured that beautiful clitoris with my tongue.
“Further down!”
My tongue moved across her perineum and tasted her anus. She too had washed carefully.
“Well done. Now fuck me!”
We fucked until both of us fell asleep - right there, on and off the sofa and the carpet.
Later we must have made it up to bed, because at about 3.30am, I was woken again and we fucked again.
I will never again fuck with anyone except Erica - and, just to make sure, she canes me regularly. Not like the first time: just hard enough to make sure I reach all the right places.
Erica isn’t the first woman to measure my cock. Though not in the extreme porn league, I’m quite well-endowed in terms of length and thickness. Thank goodness my mother had me circumcised; the head of my cock is very pronounced. But I’m bigger still after a good spanking by a good woman.
So over to you. That first caning from Erica hurt like nothing else. You could call it ‘the worst spanking’. But it turned an already good sex life into an indescribably good one.

PS. I’ve finally discovered why my mother divorced my father….but if you want to know, you’ll have to ask.
PPS. I’m 100% feminist. I believe that a world ruled by women would be more sensible - and more into great sex.
PPPS. Everything above is 100% factual - but for a dramatised version, read Pain & Peasure Fairer Sex? Fiercer Sex? or Marked for Life - both by Marj Secrett and available through Amazon

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