Photo by Vice Erotica“Get dressed. We’re going out tonight.” She’d been laying on her belly in an old t-shirt and knee-high socks tossing popcorn into her mouth while watching reruns on Netflix.
Turning to her side, she asked with her mouth full. “Where are we going?”
“It’s newbie night at the dungeon, pumpkin,”
She bolted out of bed and was dressed and ready in less than ten minutes. “Is my outfit okay?” she asked with the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
He looked over his prize. She’d put on a short white sundress with a halter neckline that accentuated her ample breasts and short hemline that showed off her toned thighs.
“You look delicious, pumpkin. I’ll meet you at the car.”
Their arrival at the dungeon was met with a few knowing glances from a few of the regulars in attendance. They paid them no mind, and headed over to the social area where a group of young men were sitting, watching, and fidgeting silently. They sat on a long leather sofa between two young men who were doing their best not to interact with each other.
Mr. Shameless addressed another young man sitting across from them. “First time at a dungeon?” he asked the young man with a wispy mustache and ironic t-shirt.
“Yeah. I went to a munch last week and they told me this would be a good party for me.”
“What are you into?” He lay his hand gently on his girl’s bare thigh. She leaned back and slightly spread her legs. The movement did not go unnoticed by any of the young men seated around them.
“Uh….” his voice almost cracked. “I don’t know. I’m pretty new, I guess. Spanking. I’ve seen some cool rope stuff.”
“Have you ever spanked a woman’s ass before, son?”
The young man turned a deep shade of red. “No, not really. I mean, once…in college. I was drunk and she started asking me to, so I did.”
Mr. Shameless smiled. “My girl here loves a spanking. If you like, I can show you a few tips on how to do it right.”
The young man looked around at his cohorts. With their eyes wide and mouths set in a stern line, it was as if they were attempting to telepathically will him into accepting the offer.
“Uh…yeah, sure. I guess.”
With that, Mrs. Shameless leaned forward and positioned herself over her husband’s lap, her face landing very close to the crotch of one of the young men seated beside him. “Umm…is this okay with you?” she asked him innocently.
“Uhh…Yeah. Sure. No worries,” he squeaked.
With that, she crossed her arms over his lap and tucked her head comfortably between them.
Mr. Shameless lifted her skirt up over her back. “Oh, you little slut. You didn’t wear panties?”
“The laundry wasn’t finished drying,” she responded, pressing her forearm down gently on the bulge forming in the young man’s lap. She grinned, face still buried in her arms and parted her legs slightly. The guy sitting on the other side of her would get a good view.
“The first thing you need to do is warm her up. You can’t just start straight into full-force spanking. You help build up her tolerance. I like to do it like this,” he ran the skin of his palm over her ass in circles, then patted a few times to create a bouncing effect on her flesh.
“Mmm…that feels good,” she moaned in response.
“And then, well, ’cause I want her knowing who owns her – I like to make sure she knows who’s boss, right?” With that, he grabbed either side of her ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her taught anus to the spectators. The young man seated to the other side of her shifted his body weight on the sofa. The hipster with the wispy mustache leaned in closely. The one with her face on his lap stretched his neck to see as much as he could.
“Oh. You can’t see from there. Here, just reach over and touch it so you get an idea what i’m talking about.” Mr. Shameless grabbed the young man’s hand and brought his finger over to rub against his wife’s asshole. She moaned in response again. “See what I mean? Now she knows who’s boss.”
He continued the lesson, showing different techniques for spanking and occasionally suggesting to the three young men that they give it a try using Mrs. Shameless as a demo bottom, so-to-speak.
“Now, you boys wanna know how to check if she’s enjoyed herself?”
The young men nodded in unison.
“On the floor, pumpkin.”
Mrs. Shameless gathered her body up and re-positioned herself on the floor between them all, legs spread, palms on the floor behind her. Mr. Shameless reached down and pulled her tits out from her halter and lifted her skirt up over her waist. “You, go ahead and feel her cunt. Tell me what you find. And you two, grab hold of a nipple. Feel how hard they’ve gotten.”
The three young men slithered down to the floor surrounding her and did as instructed. Mrs. Shameless’ eyes locked on her husband’s as the young men pinched and poked at her.
“Do you think any of them have ever seen a girl get fisted before, Sir?”
He beamed back at her.
“Oh, good question, pumpkin. You boys wanna learn about fisting?”
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.
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