Letters to Penthouse XXXII (23 page)

“Okay, okay. It’s just that… I thought tonight would be a good night for a spanking. I’m going crazy waiting for the weekend.
I need to be spanked.”

He surveyed me as I gazed at him with pleading eyes. I saw his eyes travel downward, taking in my tight white T-shirt, through
which my bare breasts were clearly visible, and short, black pleated skirt. I could practically see his face change the minute
he decided to go along with my plan. “Well, honey, all you had to do was ask. Get over here,” he said, and I tumbled into
his lap as he wrapped his strong arms around me. We kissed for a long time, until I started to squirm. He put one hand on
my hip and the other cupped one of my ass cheeks, fondling it through my miniskirt.

Then his fingers moved beneath my skirt to pinch my ass, which got me even further aroused, as I knew he could tell from the
way I clutched him tighter, pulling at his shirt and pressing my nails into his back as he continued to explore my ass. His
fingers strayed to the crack between my cheeks, lightly teasing my hole until I was almost ready to forget about the spanking
if he’d just fuck me. But by that point, we were too
far gone. Jacob lifted me over his shoulder and carried me all the way upstairs to our bedroom, making it seem like I was
as light as a feather.

He positioned me so I was bent over the bed, my ass sticking up in the air, which always makes me feel like I’m a bad girl
who needs to be punished. That’s my favorite role-playing scenario, and Jacob knows it. “Even though dinner was quite a treat,
you know I like to be the one to decide when you get spanked,” he said, even while rubbing his erection against my ass as
he stood behind me. He lifted my skirt and placed a hand over each firm globe of flesh. “Therefore, I’m going to spank you
for your impertinence,” he boomed.

I shivered in delight, his words further preparing me for what was to come. Even though I thought I was ready, that first
smack shook me, shattering all thoughts from my head except the need for more. He brought his hand down on my other cheek,
making my ass cheeks glow with heat.

He blew cool air onto my warm butt, then went right back to spanking me, his hand getting increasingly warm with each smack.
Then he did the thing that makes my pussy truly sing: He put me over his knee. Being splayed across his lap means I get the
most special kind of spanking of all. It means my ass is the only thing in his line of vision, and all of his attention is
on my rounded behind. It means I can’t go anywhere and
must submit to the pleasurable sensation of his hand making repeated contact with my curves.

This time, I bit my lower lip in anticipation and involuntarily clenched my ass cheeks together. Instead of smacking me, he
placed his large, warm hands calmly over my buttocks. “Relax, sweet girl, relax. I’m only going to give you exactly what you
desire,” he said. Slowly, I let myself melt against him, releasing all the tension in my body, because I knew he was right.
As soon as I relaxed, he went back to spanking me with his usual vigor, each palmprint building on the last while I squirmed
against his lap. He didn’t even need to hold me down, though he did occasionally rest his free hand on the small of my back.
I held on to his ankles while my body molded around his, aware only of my throbbing ass and my pulsing cunt.

I was reaching the point where my pussy’s needs were about to overtake my spanking lust. Jacob knew it, too, and kept teasing
me by dipping his fingers into my slick entrance, merely outlining my wetness before returning to my ass. Every stroke made
me moan, and I spread my legs as much as I could in my prone position, hoping to entice him further inside. “I know you want
my cock, Becky, and you’re going to get it soon, so just be patient,” Jacob said calmly. I knew that if I really wanted him
to fuck me, the sooner I stopped moving and submitted to his delicious spanking, the sooner he’d gift me with his dick ramming
into my cunt.

So instead of crying out at the wonderful stinging sensations his hands provoked, I closed my eyes and breathed quietly, focused
only on feeling every bit of pleasure his smacks were bringing me. The warmth and impact seemed to travel directly through
my skin and invade my pussy. Each smack not only made my sensitive butt respond, but made my cunt ache for him more and more.
I could tell he was building up to his spanking finale as he pressed down against the small of my back and delivered one sound,
hard whack after the other. He paused to rub my hot skin before giving me a minute of deliberate, nonstop spanking. When he
was done, he rubbed his hands together, the swishing sound echoing through the air, then pressed his hot palms against my
ass, further compounding the thrill.

Only then, once I’d submitted to him fully, did he grant me my other desire. Even though I love to be spanked, Jacob always
rewards me with fabulous sex. This time he lifted me up, placed me on my back, and began softly licking my pussy. His tongue
was the perfect gentle antidote to his firm hand. My behind was soothed by the cool, crisp sheets as Jacob brought me to the
edge of orgasm. When I was about to come, he unzipped his pants to reveal his impressive erection.

His cock is so beautiful, it always makes me gasp when I see it. With his eyes trained on mine, he lowered himself on top
of me and easily slipped his hard dick into my wet, slippery entrance. By then I was so turned on, he could’ve probably put
only a finger inside
me and had me coming. But it was his cock that did it. Within moments of his entering me, his wide shaft stretching my pulsating
cunt, I was twisting and groaning as my climax overtook me. I soaked the bed with my juices, and Jacob smiled at me before
leaning down to kiss me, his warm body covering my own as his hips kept pumping into me. There’s nothing quite like getting
fucked by my man right after he’s spanked my ass, and he delivered on his earlier promise to give me all of his cock. He pulled
out and pressed back in, filling me up completely until I was on the verge of another orgasm. I wrapped my legs tightly around
him, clutching his body to mine as we moved in tandem. Then, with his forward thrusts met by my own, his cockhead was rubbing
against my cervix.

Finally, there was nothing left to do but come, but I held off, waiting until Jacob was ready. When he was about to climax,
he stilled for a moment, held my hips down, and pumped quickly back and forth, fucking me with all his might until he spurted
a huge, hot load of his come deep inside me. He pulled out, and I could feel the liquid oozing out of my pussy. I reached
down to stroke my clit, letting him watch as I finished myself off, shuddering with a self-satisfied moan as the tremors once
again rose up from my cunt. When I was done, Jacob held me, wrapping his arms around me so his hands rested against my ass.
“See how special a spanking can be?” he asked me, and I nodded in agreement.
I did, and was happy to wait in the future if it meant his spankings would yield such ecstatic results.

—Ms. Rebecca T., Providence, Rhode Island
     

I look forward to summer because it means my wife, Kathy, wears her skimpiest sandals and shoes, the ones that best show off
her feet. She has a gorgeous pair of perfectly formed size sevens that are delicate and have a generous arch. Not only does
she indulge my complete and total worship of her precious peds, but she loves when I suck on and devour them, making us a
perfect couple.

The other day Kathy went off to work wearing a pair of strappy shoes, her toenails sparkling with a new coat of shiny, red
polish. The sight of her skipping out the door, her legs elongated by those powerful heels, gave me a hard-on that simply
wouldn’t quit. I called her at lunchtime just to hear her sexy voice. “Baby, how are those feet of yours doing? You tired
from standing all day?”

She played up her soreness. “Oh, yes, my feet are absolutely aching and the day’s only halfway over. You’re going to have
to really do some work on them when I get home, if you know what I mean.” I could practically feel her smile radiating over
the line, and
my hands itched to touch her feet. The rest of the day my mind was filled with teasing images of her shoeclad tootsies as
I tried to concentrate on work. Finally, it was time to go home to my wife.

I walked in the door and called her name, but she wasn’t there yet. I quickly took off my tie and began running her a bath,
filling it with her favorite scented bubbles. She walked in just as I was turning off the water, and by the time she made
it upstairs, I was ready to undress her and coax her into the perfectly warmed tub. As her body sank into the relaxing heat,
Kathy let out a sigh of contentment. I was in my bathrobe and promptly seated myself on the fluffy carpet beside the tub,
reaching into the water to lift one of her legs so I could caress her left foot. She tapped it against the suds, sending some
bubbles floating through the air, then moaned as I sank my thumb into her tender, soft skin. I kneaded her entire foot, my
cock going wild under my robe as I felt her leg trembling beneath my touch.

Then I picked up her other foot and gave her a dual massage, running my thumb down the center of her sole, then pressing against
the heel. Finally, I rinsed the soap off her left foot and took her slightly puckered toes into my mouth. First, I ran my
tongue across them, then I took her big toe into my mouth, licking the underside, making love to her foot as she moaned. I
sat back for a minute, shrugged off my robe, then resumed my position, this time leaning forward to slide
my free hand below the water’s edge and between her legs. I’d have climbed in with Kathy if there’d been room, but there was
plenty of space for me to nibble and suck on her toes while probing her sweet pussy. The water had stayed warm, and stroking
her doubly wet folds felt amazing. I timed my mouth’s and hand’s actions to coincide, so when my tongue sped up so did my
fingers’ movements.

“You know exactly what I like, don’t you, baby?” she murmured as I slipped my fingers deeper inside her cunt while taking
three of her toes into my mouth. I had to hold her ankle up to my mouth, otherwise I’d have been beating off, but instead
I rubbed my cock against the porcelain edge of the tub, feeling all of these sensations at once—her pussy against my fingers,
the water swirling around my arm, her moist toes in my mouth, and the hard tub edge against my dick. I fluttered my tongue
against her toes, then pulled away and licked all around the edges of her feet before sinking my teeth lightly into her heel.

She wriggled against my mouth, laughing, but when I eased off, Kathy shoved her foot right in my face, her pussy clamping
down around my thrusting fingers as I opened my mouth wide to take in as much of her heel as I could capture. She was driving
me wild. Soon I was going to need to come myself, but for now I focused on my wife’s favorite parts, and mine—her feet and
her cunt. I shoved three fingers inside her while devouring her dancing toes as she rubbed them against
my face, urging one foot into my waiting mouth while stroking my cheek and ear with the other. Finally, I had to be closer,
and I pulled my fingers out of her tight pussy and leaned over to help her out of the bath. I carried her, dripping wet, into
the bedroom, not caring about the drops of water we left on the carpet.

When we got to our destination, I wrapped her in a fluffy robe, then rubbed her down, pressing my hard cock alongside her
while she wiggled against me. Kathy’s skin was warm to the touch, and her cheeks were rosy when I finally placed her naked
body on the bed and climbed on top of her. She felt soft and sleek as I stroked her hair while my dick fell into place between
her legs. I nudged my cockhead against her wet opening, teasing her with my hardness, and when she ran her toes along the
backs of my legs, then up toward my ass, I couldn’t resist any longer and sank my full length into her hot, wet pussy in one
steady thrust. Kathy embraced me, curling her legs around my waist and drawing me deeper, her fingers digging into my back
as we moved in a glorious, erotic rhythm.

My bride was the picture of arousal, her mouth open, slack with lust, her eyebrows raised as she gazed deep into my eyes.
She gets a certain look on her face that I recognize when she’s about to come, and I shifted accordingly, speeding up the
pace of my thrusts as her breathing got shallower. “You not only have the most gorgeous and delicious feet in the world, my
dear, you also are the sexiest woman alive,” I told her,
meaning every word. She was contorting around my cock in such a way that I feared my orgasm might precede hers, but just then,
she let out a gasp and clutched me even more tightly. I cradled her in my arms, slamming my cock as deep inside her as I could
while her whole body trembled as she climaxed. I was torn between letting loose inside her or what I wound up doing—pulling
out and shooting my come all over her gorgeous feet.

Kathy moaned as my hot load landed on her petite peds, and when I saw my white liquid slathered all over her curled toes,
I thought it was the best sight in the world. She wound up having to take another bath, which led to a repeat performance,
this time with even more attention paid to her whole body. I wouldn’t wish soreness upon Kathy’s adorable feet, but I am always
happy to help soothe out the kinks and ever grateful that she grants me my favorite wish again and again.