K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

Emma and her boyfriend Jack had been together for nearly two years and while their love-life was fulfilling, it could hardly be called kinky, or well, kinky enough for Emma’s taste.

Jack could be rough in the bedroom, pin her down, smack her ass, pull her hair, but Emma wanted more. When she acted the brat, she wanted her boyfriend to put her across his knee and spank her for real.

Their lovemaking wasn’t confined to their bedroom either, they made good use of the living-room couch or the kitchen table, and on any trip that required an overnight stay at a hotel she made sure to pack condoms. Yet Emma wanted to venture even further, she wanted to be naughty outside in their garden, or outdoors on some remote hiking trail.

With time, Emma had assumed, she and Jack would discover each-others deeper fantasies. Yet it seemed like their progress had halted, the sex good enough for them to be satisfied, she didn’t need more to be content in this relationship, but just because she didn’t need it, didn’t mean she didn’t want it.

Half a year ago, Emma had moved into Jack’s apartment, the first big step in their relationship. She had promised herself then, that before summer, she’d tell him one of her bigger secret fantasies.

It was now the first week of August, well into summer, and Emma had yet to keep that promise she made herself. She had a plan however, an idea she’d read online, that might just do it. All she needed was to find the courage to bring it up.

It was just after dinner and Jack was sitting at the kitchen table. Emma had just cleared away the dishes – Jack had done the cooking – while her boyfriend was scrolling on his phone.

When Emma sat back down across from him, she nervously licked her lips. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just scrolling,” her boyfriend replied.

“Want to do something naughty instead?” Emma asked shyly.

Jack looked up immediately, a twinkle in his eyes, “Like what?” he asked.

Emma bit her lip, they could just have sex, she thought, if she wanted, … no, she was going through with it, “I read about this fun game online…” she said.

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, curious and intrigued, “A naughty game?” he asked.

Emma nodded, “Sort of,” she replied, “It’s a game to get to know each-other better.”

Jack smiled wryly, he seemed less interested now, but still gave her his full attention, “So how does it go?” he asked.

“We both have to make a list of things we like,” Emma continued bravely, “And then we switch lists and mark which items on your partners list you like or dislike.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So how exactly is this something naughty?” he asked.

Emma licked her lips, “Well, I want us to make a list of naughty or kinky fantasies we like. Things we haven’t done before, but would like to explore.”

A grin broke out on her boyfriend’s face, “Ah, now that could be fun. How long is this list supposed to be?”

Emma smiled, happy that he immediately seemed to go along with the idea, “I was thinking maybe ten item each?”

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow again, “I’m not sure I have that many different kinky fantasies,” he replied with a chuckle.

Emma blushed, “It doesn’t have to be all fantasies, it can be simple things, like a position you’d like to try, or a special location…”

Jack nodded, “And then we exchange lists and mark what we like?”

Emma nodded, growing increasingly excited with the idea that they were actually going to do this. “Yes, I was thinking we use markers, green, yellow and red. Green means you’re into it, yellow means you’re unsure but willing to try, and red means you don’t want to try it.”

Her boyfriend smiled, perhaps a bit nervously, “But you won’t get upset if I mark something red, or yellow, right?”

Emma blushed “No, … and no judging either, we have to be able to be honest with each other without fearing ridicule.”

Jack nodded and suddenly got up from the table.

“Where are you going?” Emma asked.

“To get pen and paper,” her boyfriend replied.

Moments later, Emma sat opposite her boyfriend, blank paper in front of her, pen in hand. She already knew a few things she wanted to write down, but perhaps, perhaps they didn’t have to be at the top of the list. Maybe she should write something less intense first.

She looked up at her boyfriend who’d seemingly already written down a line or two.

“No peeking,” Jack said when he felt her gaze.

Emma blushed and looked back down at the page in front of her, she began to write.

1. Have sex in the garden.

She licked her lips, nervously looking up to see whether her boyfriend might try to read what she’d written down. He seemed too occupied with his own list.

2. Have sex outdoors, somewhere public but hidden. For example, on a hiking trip in the woods.

3. Go skinny dipping together.

Emma blushed slightly, realizing her list already seemed to have a theme, perhaps she should add some other things before continuing with what she still had on her mind.

4. Put me over your knee and give me a spanking.

Her blush deepened, this was a big one, hidden safely in the middle of the list, not the first item she’d written down – though it had been the first one she thought of – and not added last, to pretend like it had been some afterthought.

5. Bend me over and punish me with your belt.

She bit her lower lip, wondering whether that was too much. Maybe she should scratch it out… No, she’d promised she’d be honest. She’d written it down, so now it had to stay on the list. She looked up, but Jack still wasn’t trying to peek.

Emma took a deep breath, perhaps the next one should be a bit less exciting.

6. Getting fondled while I’m working.

7. Give you a blowjob while you’re gaming.

8. Playing with hot candlewax.

Those all were fun, and normal right?

9. A quicky at a risky time or place.

10. Wear a vibrating egg while going out, while you hold the remote control.

Emma took a deep breath, done, that was ten. Those last two were a bit more risqué again, but they seemed the most fun. She hadn’t really given much thought what she’d put on her list before suggesting this, and it skewed more towards one type of naughty than she’d anticipated, but overall, she was happy with what she’d come up with.

She looked up at her boyfriend and then placed her pen down on the table, signaling she was finished.

Jack looked hesitantly at the paper in front of him, and then placed his pen down as well, as if he’d been done for a while, but had been considering some edits.

“Time to switch?” he asked.

Emma bit her lips nervously and then pushed the paper towards her boyfriend.

Jack handed her his list and then grabbed one of the green markers he’d brought. “Are we allowed to ask questions?” he asked.

Emma giggled, “of course,” and then eagerly looked down at the list her boyfriend had prepared.

The first few items seemed very basic, not vanilla, but still, she hoped some were more kinky like hers, or she might get very embarrassed.

1. Eat whipped cream off your body

She immediately marked that with green, that could only be fun.

2. Bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you from behind.

Emma blushed, “we’ve had sex on the table before,” she said.

Jack looked up from his list, “Yeah, with you lying on top, not with you bending over it.”

Emma thought about it for a second, realized he was right, and then quickly marked it green as well.

3. Titty-fucking.

Emma chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Jack asked.

“Nothing,” Emma replied, “It’s just that some are so long and descriptive, and this one is just one word.” She quickly and noticeably marked it green, to make sure her boyfriend knew she wasn’t laughing at him.

4. Make you were a blindfold.

Emma licked her lips, now things were getting interesting. Green!

5. Tie you up with handcuffs.

Perhaps her boyfriend had left the interesting ones for later as well. Green!

Then suddenly, she noticed Jack pick up the yellow marker. Emma’s heart skipped a beat, for a moment she was nervous. What was he marking? No, she wouldn’t look. It was okay, he didn’t have to like everything she did. It was just yellow, not red. She tried her best to ignore what her boyfriend was doing and focused on his list.

6. A threesome.

Emma blushed, that was such an ordinary fantasy, one so many people seemed to have, and still… It felt so much harder than the other’s she’d read so far… She liked it as a fantasy, but wasn’t sure about actually doing such a thing. Suddenly she didn’t feel so bad about Jack picking up that yellow marker, as she marked this one yellow herself.

7. A wake-up blow-job.

Emma grinned, now this one seemed fun, back to green.

“What do you mean, getting fondled while working?” Jack suddenly asked.

Emma blushed slightly, “Like when I’m cooking dinner, or doing the dishes, I want you to come up behind me and fondle me.”

Her boyfriend chuckled, “I do that all the time,” he protested.

Emma licked her lips, “No, not just squeeze my bum, I mean really get in there, under my clothes, hands all over body, feeling you pressed against my back. To the point that I’m too distracted to keep working.”

She was blushing deeply as she had to explain her fantasy, but smiled broadly as she saw Jack mark the next item on her list in green.

“You want to give me a blowjob while I’m gaming?” he asked immediately after, not giving her time to get back to his list.

Emma bit her lip, “Yeah, like I’d get under your desk and see how much I can distract you. You’d have to try and keep playing of course.”

Her boyfriend chuckled, “I’m usually on call with my friends while we game though…”

Emma blushed, “Well if you can’t handle it, you’ll just have to mute yourself.”

Her boyfriend chuckled, but applied the green marker again, Emma could finally focus back on his list.

8. Cosplaying.

Emma looked back down at the list in front of her. He wanted her to dress up for him? That would be so hot… Green!

9. Orgasm control/edging.

She licked her lips, “What do you mean exactly by orgasm control?” she asked, slightly nervous, it was the first time she was asking him a question.

Her boyfriend looked up, “Like, I’m giving you pleasure, but you’re not allowed to orgasm, not until I give permission. I’d drive you to the edge, but then slow down again, prolonging the pleasure by delaying the climax.”

Emma giggled, “And then what? You’re going to make be beg for it?”

Jack grinned, “Exactly,” he replied.

Emma bit her lip, realizing there was also a theme to the things her boyfriend had written down. She blushed as she picked up the green marker, realizing she quite liked that theme.

Then she noticed the last one, just three letters:

10. CNC

“What’s CNC?” she asked.

Jack looked a bit nervous now. “Consensual non-consent.”

Emma blushed, “Like rape-play?”

Jack nodded slowly, “Yes, but nothing that serious. I think of it more like you’re struggle against me for a bit, make me prove my strength. Prove that I’m worthy of you.”

Emma nodded, “Like how?”

“Like you run away and I have to catch you, or I have to pin you down, but you struggle and fight against me. But we both know you want it, and eventually you give in,” Jack explained.

Emma had sudden vivid memories of her boyfriend throwing her down on the bed, or pinning her arms above her head, using his bodyweight to keep her down, grabbing her by the throat and softly choking her. This didn’t sound too different from the rough sex they’d had in the past, she picked up the green marker one last time.

“I’m done,” she said, “You?”

“Just one question,” Jack replied, “I already marked it green, but how risky would this quicky at a risky time or place be?”

Emma giggled, “Well, that depends on you. Imagine I’m teasing my boyfriend, flirting with him, and he gets too horny to wait until we’re home. So he just grabs me in some abandoned alleyway, or drags me to some empty room and quickly has his way with me.”

Her boyfriend chuckled, “Can’t deny I haven’t wanted to do that in the past.”

Emma licked her lips, “Well you have my permission to do so now… and remember, the quicker you are, the more risky it can be.”

Jack nodded, “Quicky usually means you mis out on some of the pleasure.”

Emma grinned, “There’s different kinds of pleasure… Like serving my boyfriend.”

Jack grinned, “Do you want to serve your boyfriend now? I must admit, I’ve gotten quite hot reading these.”

Emma blushed and looked at the two papers in front of them. All of them green, just one dash of yellow on each page. She was slightly surprised, but extremely happy that they both seemed so compatible. We should’ve done this much sooner, she thought. “Actually, I have a better idea,” she said, “We have some of those 20-sided dice, right? Why don’t we roll one and do something of our lists?”

Jack smiled broadly, “I’ll get one,” he replied.

As her boyfriend left the room, Emma took a quick peek at her list to see what he’d marked yellow. She was surprised to see it was her number five, punishing her with his belt, while number four, a normal spanking was marked green.

When Jack returned, Emma couldn’t help herself but ask, “I can’t help but wonder about the one you marked yellow,” she said shyly.

Jack shrugged, “I guess I’m just afraid I might hurt you.”

Emma giggled, “Well that’s kind of the point,” she teased.

Her boyfriend grinned, “I know, but I don’t want to accidentally hurt you too much.”

Emma nodded, she understood, “So do you want to roll the dice?”

Jack handed her the twenty-sided die, “You do it, it was your idea.”

Emma licked her lips and looked back down at the lists in front of her, “One through ten is your list, eleven to twenty is mine, okay?”

Jack nodded.

Emma rolled the die onto the table, bending over eagerly to see the result.

It landed on 7.

Her eyes scanned the page in front of her, “A wake-up blowjob,” she said.

Jack chuckled, “Well, I’m not actually asleep right now…”

Emma blushed, but then quickly pulled out her phone.

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Setting my alarm for tomorrow morning a bit earlier than usual,” she replied.

Jack grinned, but did not reply.

“Should we roll again?” Emma asked eagerly, not wanting to wait for the following morning to have some fun.

“If you want to,” Jack replied.

Emma picked up the die and then paused, “Here, you roll this time,” she said, handing Jack the die.

Jack quickly tossed the die across the table and they both leaned forward to see the result.

“Fourteen,” Jack said, “I’m pretty sure that means someone is getting a spanking.”

Emma blushed, she knew he was right, she knew the number by heart to which she’d assigned her most desired fantasy. She suddenly felt a knot in her stomach from nervousness and her whole body was tingling all over.

“Have you been a naughty girl, Emma?” her boyfriend asked.

Emma swallowed, “Maybe, a little bit,” she whispered excitedly.

“And what should I do with my girlfriend when she’s naughty?” Jack asked.

Emma bit her lip, “I don’t know,” she replied.

“You don’t know?” Jack asked, “Didn’t you just write down that I should put you across my knee and spank you?”

Emma’s blush deepened. How was he so good at this? “Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Well, then get your cute butt over here and over my lap,” her boyfriend commanded.

Emma giggled nervously as Jack pushed his chair away from the table, making room for her across his knee, but then eagerly got up and joined him.

She was blushing and giggling, unable to hide her excitement as she carefully laid down across her boyfriend’s lap. She was slightly surprised to feel the bulge in his trousers, his growing erection betraying his own arousal, if he was this excited as well, if he liked it, they might get to do this a lot more often.

When Jack placed his hand on her backside and slowly raised her dress, Emma couldn’t help but moan softly, her arousal growing as her boyfriend bared her bottom.

“Do you want a safe-word?” Jack asked, his hand now laying gently against her bare buttocks, his fingers playing with the edge of her cotton panties.

Emma thought about it for a moment, “No,” she replied. Moments ago, he’d said he was afraid of hurting her with his belt, she felt confident that he wouldn’t take this too far.

“Alright, then let’s get started,” Jack replied as he raised his arm.

Emma braced herself and then moaned softly as her boyfriend’s hand landed with a firm swat across her behind.

Jack was gentle, his hand didn’t hurt her, but sent a tingling sensation through her backside that warned her of the sting that could come if he really wanted to.

“Harder please,” Emma whispered.

Her boyfriend obliged and the next swat was firm and hard, immediately lighting a burning sting in her behind. Emma moaned appreciatively.

Encouraged by her excited moans, Jack continued spanking her strong and steadily. Spreading the stinging sensation through her backside.

“Let’s get these out of the way,” he said, pulling down her panties.

Emma raised her bottom, moaning eagerly as her backside was bared.

She whimpered softly as the next few swats came hard and fast, without the protection of her panties.

“Everything alright?” Jack asked.

Emma blushed, she’d fantasized about this so often, but never really imagined how intense it might be. “Yes,” she replied, ignoring the stinging sensation in her backside, “I don’t feel a thing.”

Her boyfriend chuckled and then raised his arm again.

Emma groaned when the next few swats landed hard and firm across her backside, her bottom bouncing from the impact of her boyfriend’s hand. The sting in her backside turning into a deeper, burning glow.

Again and again, Jack raised his arm and aimed his hand at her poor, burning behind. The fire in her backside began to build and Emma had to clench her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut to deal with the pain.

After a quick volley of half-a-dozen or so swats, she squealed softly, kicking her legs, “Not so hard!” she protested.

Jack paused, laying his hand on her throbbing backside, “So you are feeling something now,” he said.

Emma blushed, why had she said that?

“Hmm, I don’t hear anything, guess I have to keep going,” her boyfriend said, raising his arm again.

Emma braced herself, but couldn’t stop herself from moaning deeply when her boyfriend’s hand landed firmly and strongly across her stinging backside.

She kicked her legs and squealed loudly as the pain became nearly unbearable, yet her boyfriend did not relent, his hand raining down on her backside.

“All I need to hear is you admitting that you feel something,” Jack told her without pausing the onslaught on her behind.

Emma squealed and moaned. She’d wanted this for so long, but now that it was happening, now that her bottom was on fire as she lay helplessly across her boyfriend’s lap, she wondered what she’d gotten herself into. She’d never thought it’d hurt this much, had she? Yet at the same time she didn’t want it to be over, she wanted to keep this feeling, this loss of control, this helplessness, this pain, and most importantly this arousal; though she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“Alright!” she screamed, “I feel it, it hurts, I admit it!”

Her boyfriend stopped, the assault on her poor bottom finally paused as he laid his hand to rest on her hot, throbbing backside.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Emma whimpered softly, hearing him call her that send a shiver of excitement through her entire body. She pushed herself off his lap, ready to give herself to him, straddle that large, bulging erection she’d felt laying across his lap and feel him inside of her.

Jack, who’d had a firm grip on her bottom and one hand pinning her down on her lower back stopped her from escaping. “Where are you going, young lady?” he asked.

Emma blushed, caught almost sliding off his lap, but being held up by his strong arms, “I thought it was over,” she protested.

“I didn’t say you could get off,” her boyfriend replied.

Emma bit her lip, “sorry, sir,” she moaned, deeply aroused by this dominant side of her boyfriend.

“I’m going to give you ten extra swats for being impatient,” he said.

Emma moaned softly, eagerly arching her back to raise her bottom for more punishment.

Jack took his time, squeezing and fondling her trembling red buttocks, then he raised his arm again.

“Wait!” Emma moaned.

Emma licked her lips, “You could roll that die to see how many more swats you should give me.”

Jack chuckled, “That’s a great idea,” and Emma could feel him leaning over to grab the twenty-sided die.

She waited nervously, listening to the die tumbling across the table, knowing she had an almost 50% chance of getting less than ten, but risked even more.

Her boyfriend suddenly laughed loudly.

“What?” Emma asked.

“I rolled a natural twenty,” Jack replied.

Emma gasped, “No way!”

Her boyfriend chuckled, “I’ll let you get up and see for yourself if you want to, but then I’ll have to double your punishment for calling me a liar.”

Emma blushed, “No, I believe you.”

Jack grinned, “Well then, twenty more swats,” and he raised his arm again.

Each of those twenty swats was aimed precisely and firmly at her backside. Each of them made her squeal and drum her feet against the kitchen floor as her buttocks bounced and her skin burned red. She counted them in her head, bravely keeping her bottom raised until the end.

“There you go,” Jack said after the last swat had landed. Her bottom was on fire, but Emme obediently remained laying across her boyfriend’s lap, making no move to get off without his permission.

“That’s more like it,” he said, using this opportunity to fondle and play with her poor, throbbing behind, “A well-behaved, patient girlfriend.”

Emma blushed, but did not protest, she realized all too well how much he’d enjoyed that, how eager he might be to keep going if she gave him just the tiniest bit of provocation. It had been her idea to start, but her boyfriend was fully in control now.

“Was that what you wanted?” Jack finally asked.

Emma moaned deeply, “Yes, sir,” she replied.

“You like getting punished like a naughty girl by your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yes!” Emma moaned. Despite the pain, despite feeling like she was on the edge of what she could take, she was still deeply aroused, eager to submit to her boyfriend and experience her fantasies.

“Alright, you may get up now,” Jack said.

Emma quickly got up, aroused or not, she didn’t want to remain in that vulnerable position much longer, risking him thinking she wanted more. She did want more, but not right now… Later maybe, when her poor bottom had some time to rest.

She kicked off her panties that had been left dangling around her ankles and straddled her boyfriend’s lap on the kitchen chair, wincing softly as her sensitive bottom settled on his firm thighs. “Thank you,” she whispered, eagerly grinding her wet pussy against the hard bulge in his trousers.

“You’re very welcome,” Jack replied, smiling broadly.

“You should definitely do that again,” Emma whispered, “Next time I act like a brat.”

Jack chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.

Emma reached down between them, eager to unbutton her boyfriend’s trousers.

“Wait,” Jack said, grabbing her hands, “I have to do something first. Let me get up.”

Emma blushed, but obediently got off her boyfriend’s lap. She watched as he grabbed the green marker and passed it over the only yellow marking on her piece of paper, turning it green. She looked up at him in surprise.

“I never expected how much I’d enjoy hearing you squeal,” he explained.

Emma bit her lower lip and reached back, feeling her throbbing backside with her hands. Knowing now how firmly her boyfriend could discipline her with just his hands, she wondered whether she’d been a bit too eager to put that fantasy about his belt down on paper.

“Do you want to roll the die one more time?” Jack asked.

Emma licked her lips. What were the chances they’d roll a fifteen? she thought, or another fourteen? She wouldn’t be able to take his belt… But then again, there were eighteen other activities she was eager to experience.

Nervously she picked up the die and then rolled it across the table.

It rolled a two.

Emma let out a sigh of relief, and yet, she could feel a small part of her was disappointed that she wasn’t about to find out how much more she could take.

Her boyfriend chuckled, “Perfect,” he said, “Bend over young lady.”

Emma blushed and looked at the papers in front of her, suddenly nervous for what number two might be.

2. Bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you from behind.

She giggled softly, but then eagerly, obediently bent over, raising her bare, red bottom for her boyfriend to take.

She whimpered softly when he grabbed her sore, stinging buttocks with both hands to pull her against him, and then moaned deeply as she felt his cock thrusted deep inside of her.

“Good girl,” Jack called her again, and like that was a trigger, Emma’s body began trembling. All the arousal that had built up, writing their lists, sharing their fantasies, getting spanked across her boyfriend’s lap until she was screaming from pain as well as pleasure, it all became too much. Her body was shaking out of her control as the orgasm took over, her legs trembling, unable to support her weight, the kitchen table the only thing holding her up.

Jack fucked her hard and fast, seeking his own climax after fulfilling their fantasies. Emma squealed as he thrusted his cock deep inside of her, his hips bouncing off her burning, red behind. He was relentless and just kept going, ignoring her mewling and whimpering as the orgasm racked her body, until he finally reached his own, his strong fingers digging into her hips, his cock deep inside of her as he froze, grunting softly as he filled her up with his cum.

A moment passed, as they each caught their breath. Then Jack stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. He playfully swatted her butt. Emma moaned softly.

She turned around, considering for a moment to sit on the table, only to immediately reject that idea when she felt the hard wood pressed against her sore buttocks.

“That’s enough rolls of the dice for today, I think,” Jack said.

Emma licked her lips, “Try again tomorrow?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

Jack smiled, “Sure, but remember you already have one item on the list planned for the morning.”

Emma giggled, “How could I forget?”

Her boyfriend stepped closer, “You better not forget,” he whispered, “For I now know exactly what to do with my girl when she misbehaves.”