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overkneespanking, 1boy, 1girl, 1man is erection and legs, One recent morning, though, something happened that led to my opening up. She had just returned from a week-long trip, and we were lounging in bed, with coffee and the newspaper. We had some extra free time, what with one teenager staying with their grandparents for a few nights, and the other already off to their Saturday job. We had cuddled a bit before, and that made me confident enough to, when I re-entered the bed after getting a coffee refill for the both of us, slide across her lap, bum in the air, and stay there for a bit. "Well?" she inquired laughingly, "what is it you want now, darling?" Which led me to wiggle my bum at her. Still laughing, she started stroking my back. That was nice, but not what I was after, so after some stroking and massaging, I reached back to take her hand and let it land heavily on my behind. I then wiggled again, more vehemently. "Oh, that's what you want?" She gave me a half-hearted pat on my left bum cheek. My head resting on my arms, bum in the air, I let out a sigh, and wiggled again. I was incredibly nervous by this time, not being a strong communicator and never having opened up fully to her, but I was also quite excited and determined to finally try and share a tiny bit of my kinky fantasies with her. "Spank me?" I inquired. "Spank you? You are joking, aren't you?" My heart sank. Was she not up for it? I lifted my upper body to rest on my elbows and looked back at her. "You did say I deserved a reward for the renovation work I did while you were away. And for running the whole family on my own," I muttered, wiggling my bum again. She laughed. "And that reward is... a spanking?" "Yes. To be honest..." I swallowed. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "...I have been fantasising about it all week. About you giving me a long, hard spanking. Not as punishment though. As a reward." "Really? All week?" She looked at me in disbelief, hand still absentmindedly stroking my behind, which sent thrills up my spine. "A long, hard spanking?" She bit her lip and seemed to come to a decision. "Oh well, you do have a cute bum." Which, I am proud to say, I think is true. I work out quite a bit, so my calves are toned and my bum is firm and round, not saggy or flat as in many men my age. She is not bad either, with age she has filled out a bit, but her curves are delicious. I would love to get her over my lap for the same treatment, but that would have to wait. This time it was my posterior that was at stake. "I do have a cute bum. And it needs a sound spanking," I pressed on. I wiggled my behind invitingly again, which created interesting little frictions between my cock and her thighs, and nervous flutters in my stomach. She sighed. "Alright then. If you think that's what you want, why not. You're going to be spanked, my pet." "Long and hard?" "Long and hard." My heart jumped and she laughed at the size of my grin. "But first, let me go to the bathroom. You're pressing on my bladder. And shut the window. We don't want the neighbours to hear, do we now? Or is that part of your reward as well?" I shook my head hurriedly and slid off her lap to close the window. My excitement was now clearly visible from the bulge in my pants. She disappeared for a few minutes which I spent in anxious and lustful anticipation. Would she really spank me? What had made me to take the initiative and go over her lap so willingly this morning? Well, I have had sexual fantasies about spanking women for as long as I can remember. I have always had a range of sexy daydreams in which I spanked willing women to our mutual sexual pleasure. In the beginning, I found it difficult to accept my kink, especially because my interest was so connected to consensual sex. Most information on spanking I could find in books, magazines, and the internet connected spanking to punishment, humiliation or sadism, which I did not care for at all. Years and years of fantasising had at least led to my privately accepting my interests, if not sharing them with my partners. And it had given me time to develop a whole range of powerfully erotic spanking scenarios, in which I combined my spanking fetish with other interests, such as a fascination for thong underwear and the way they accentuate the female behind, and all kinds of role play. The years of fantasising also had let me to resolve, in recent months, to finally try and put my fantasies into practice. Since I am a scientist, putting anything to practice means preparation, and knowing what I am talking about. Because how could I possibly dish out a spanking without experiencing first-hand what it feels like, and how much a bum can take? Obviously, people will differ wildly in what they can bear, given physiology and experience, but I know for a fact that I am squeamish, with a low pain threshold. What I could endure, I thought, most likely any play partner could as well. To find out more I had, with my usual rigour and creativity, devised some self-spanking scenarios. When I was home alone, and with our kids growing up this happened more and more often, I would set a timer for certain chores. For every minute I went over my time limit, I would give myself one spank on each cheek. Looking at a clock while working immediately earned me an additional five spanks per infraction. But, most importantly, I soon realised that being a spankee was as much of a turn-on as being a spanker. This insight came as a shock to me because I had always pictured myself as the dominant party in this kind of play. But after a while I got used to the idea, and I kept introducing new elements into my masturbatory experimentation. I had purchased a couple of pairs of thong panties for men, which I sometimes wore when I played. Again with the idea that I could hardly ask of others what I wasn't willing to do myself. I also experimented with anal plugs and found out that while I liked the idea in theory, butt plugs did not do much for me in practice. That is what brought me here. Years of fantasies and self-play. And here I am now, all ready to try out my new preferences with my partner, but too scared to talk about them. Oh well, straight into action then, and talk later... The flutters in my stomach are palpable as I wait on the bed to go across her lap, bum in the air. She comes back in and sits down. "I suppose you need to face the other way. I think this works best with my right hand." Always practical, my woman. She moves to the middle of the bed, sitting on top of the duvet, pillows in her back. Her night shirt has ridden up to reveal her smooth thighs. I sigh happily and slide over her lap again, my cock hardening against her legs. "Wait, can we talk a bit first?" As usual, she is the smarter one in our relationship. I get up from my comfortable position to rest on my elbows. "How do you want this?" I explain to her that she can slap me with her cupped hand, on the fleshy parts of the bum. Or she can spank me with the flat of her hand, palm stretched, fingers together, for a bit more sting. Or she can apply taps with the points of her fingers. And that she can alternate series of spanks with pauses for rubbing and massaging. I even demonstrate the different spanking techniques on myself, as an example. "How hard can I smack you? And how many spanks do you want?" she asks. I shrug. "I don't know, why don't you try something and I will tell you if it's too much. Or when I have had enough." "Alright then. Let's do this." She pulls me back over her lap, which I find incredibly erotic. I look back at her and tell her "Thank you that you'll do this for me." She smiles. She then starts gently rubbing and massaging my behind over my pants and underpants. It feels nice, but I have to stop myself from feeling disappointed. Being spanked over my pijama bottoms is not what I had in mind. In my fantasy, spankings are always on the naked cheeks, often with my other fetish, thong panties, added for 'modesty' -- or better framing. In my fantasy, she would have commanded me to strip, or ordered me to pull down my pants. Or she would have unceremoneously yanked them down, without discussion. I would have loved all three options, but of course, she has as little experience in how to do this as I have. I hesitantly move my hands to the hem of my pants and I give them a little tug, indicating that they should come off. "Oh, do you want this on the bare?" she asks, and I can only nod. I rest my head on my arms again and raise my hips as she pulls off my pants and then my underpants. She laughs out loud as she frees my hard cock. "Oh, look, someone is having fun already!" I lay down again, positioning myself over her knees, with a sense of relief: she does not seem to be offended by my arousal. That is good. *Smack*. I have hardly retaken my place over her lap, naked cock pressed against her thighs, as the first blow lands on my now bare bottom. It is a soft smack, but it is a start. My head rests on my arms, eyes closed, as I try to relax, while simultaneously utterly aware of my position. Smack, rub, smack, rub, she begins gently spanking my behind. I moan lightly to state my approval and wiggle my bum again. "Harder?" she asks. "Yes please, harder", I moan, and she obliges, giving me a couple of firmer smacks on each cheek, then again pausing to massage my bum and thighs. I moan louder as her massaging hand goes in between my legs. "Oh you naughty horny man", she laughs, and gives me a couple of *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* hard, resounding smacks on my bum. natural lighting, light from window reflects off her skin, cinematic lighting, cinematic photograph, realistic,