Do you mind if I get a bit personal? I would like to tell you about something that happened last month, but it is rather ... intimate. Good.
I spank Lenny. Don't look so shocked! Didn't he ... I mean back when you ... did he never ask you to spank him? That figures, I guess. He didn't ask me either until I moved in. Of course he asked! You didn't think I'd spank him if he hadn't asked for it, did you?
At first I didn't like it at all. I hated to see him reduced to helplessness. That is just what he works so hard to avoid at other times. But when I realised how much it turned him on, I found it hot too. Now I wouldn't want to do without.
Hands are great for spanking, of course, but sometimes I use a belt or a cane. That really adds something, I tell you.
Lenny spanks me too, occasionally. He won't use anything but his hands. Not that he doesn't want to, but he is afraid of hitting the wrong spots. True to tell, I am relieved at that. On the other hand, I would like to try some of the more severe stuff.
Then that happened that I want to tell you about. You know Gus? Right, that's him. Yes, that's just the problem. I'll come back to that.
Anyway, we had talked about finding a proxy, and Lenny had heard a rumor that Gus was into spanking, so I asked him. He was most willing to lend a helping hand.
I was getting second thoughts as we drove to Gus's flat. It had been mostly my own idea, but even so. What would it be like? How much worse than just a hand? Maybe Lenny didn't really hit very hard. Maybe even Gus's hand would be much worse than Lenny's.
Gus had everything ready when we got there. There was a cushion for me to kneel on, and a low table covered with a quilt to lie on. A frat paddle was leaning against one wall. With some trepidation I undressed and took my position. Gus stood behind me. Lenny knelt in front of me, and stroked my hair. "Ready?" I swallowed and said "yes". Lenny lifted his right hand, all five fingers raised and spread out. The blow was a shock. It hurt so much! But a moment later I was relieved that it wasn't worse. Five of those would not be too bad. I waited for the next blow. It didn't come.
"How was that?" Lenny asked. "It hurt," I answered. Lenny raised five fingers again. Another swat. Now I was prepared. It was tolerable. After a moment's wait, Lenny raised four fingers. The paddle landed with a great noise. It burned! I was a bit shaken. I didn't know it could be that bad. "Well?" Lenny asked. I was somewhat recovered from the shock, and answered: "I'll live." Lenny raised two fingers. The blow rattled my teeth. I made a sort of "ng" sound, unable to speak. I didn't know that Lenny had talked to Gus before we came here. I thought I had set this up with Gus. It was I who had been set up!
Lenny took off his shades. He only does ... but of course you know that. He held me close, cheek to cheek, and asked: "How was that?" "I can take it," I heard myself say, to my great dismay.
Still holding my head against his own, he raised his hand again. This time I could not see how many fingers. He did that on purpose, I'm sure. He had shown me who was really in charge, and now he was keeping me in the dark. He kept his hand up, and Gus gave me a slow (fortunately!) series of blows that must have been "fives". Then suddenly a "three". This went on for some time. Lenny kept kissing me, or holding me cheek to cheek, while he let Gus give me a variety of blows. I found it hard to take. It hurt! But I am sure I have given Lenny much worse, and I wanted to see if I could take it.
After this had gone on for some time, as far as I can reckon without getting any higher than "level three", Lenny ran his hand over my butt. "You are so hot," he said. He asked: "How does he look?" "A-OK," said Gus. "Is he very red?" "Very, he looks like a big tomato." "Think he can take any more?" "Lots." I didn't like the sound of that. Lenny sat back, and raised his hand again, this time showing only one finger. I barely had time to panic before my whole world exploded in pain. I have never felt anything like it. To my horror, Lenny kept the finger raised. Again the board hit me with a resounding crack. I howled. I think this was the only time I howled that day. Lenny lowered his hand, but only to raise it one more time. This time I gritted my teeth and said nothing.
Lenny leaned close again, holding my head with both hands. "Enough?" he whispered. "Yes please, enough," I answered. By then I was convinced that I would never do this again.
I didn't say anything, though. Lenny was so happy. When I guided him down the unfamiliar stairs, he was absolutely radiant. On the way home, I started feeling real good. I can't explain it, but when we got home, I was longing to do it again.
And this leads to my ulterior motive for telling you all this. We both want to do it again, but Gus isn't just, as you say, "seeing" this Haitian guy. It is far more serious as that. He has gone monogamous! Yes, Gus! I couldn't believe it when I heard it either, but it is true. He won't help us again. So we were thinking, maybe you ...?