Letters to Penthouse XXXII (29 page)

I knew I was supposed to look contrite, but I couldn’t help but grin at the prospect of him getting his hands—or something
else—on my ass. “Well… you’ll see,” I said, walking ahead of him so he could see my ass with the nightie brushing against
its curves. The minute he saw the bright new wallpaper, he began to shout.

“Stop right there! You know we agreed on blue. I knew I should have stayed home and supervised. I just knew it. Girl, you
are going to get it!” he said, getting into character. “Go upstairs and wait for me on the bed.”

I skipped up to our bedroom, not really feeling all that sorry. If he really wanted to punish me, he’d forgo any spanking
altogether, but he wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of my needy behind. I splayed myself facedown across the bed, my hands
dutifully tucked underneath my head—I had a feeling he didn’t want me touching myself. I heard him marching up the steps,
and my pussy tightened with anticipation. After entering the bedroom, he slipped a cushioned blindfold over my eyes, and that’s
when I knew he was really serious.

“Now, Jess, I’m going to have to really give it to you good today, because this wasn’t an accident or something you forgot
to do—you knew what we’d agreed on and just didn’t like it. You were an insolent brat and
now are going to get treated like one. I want you to count for me—to twenty.” And then the first blow landed. He was using
the wooden paddle! The long, slim, shiny toy struck both ass cheeks at once. When he’d bought it, he’d picked that one over
a tiny heart-shaped wooden paddle, knowing this one would make a bigger impression.

“One,” I said, basking in the glorious sensation that seemed to live on even after the wood had left my skin. With the thong
pressing against my cunt lips, I craved all twenty of those whacks. I clamped my butt cheeks together as I readied myself
for the next blow. “Two,” I said as my twin globes throbbed with heat. He kept on going, and at ten, he tugged up the tiny
thong so it further bisected my slit. I moaned, then bit my lower lip, shivering as he delivered the final half of my punishment
with long, uneven pauses in between, so I didn’t know when the next delicious smack was going to come.

He dropped the paddle and began rubbing my cheeks with his hands. “You know, I may have underestimated you. That red wallpaper
will go very nicely with the way your ass looks right now—and vice versa. Maybe I can display your bright-red butt the next
time we have company.” I know he was only joking, because spanking is a private affair for us, but the very idea of having
our friends see the way he makes my ass so rosy had me practically coming. All it took was three assured strokes of his cock
and I was a complete
goner, letting out a cry of pleasure as I gushed around his dick. He came, too, spurting a copious load deep inside me moments
later.

Our final toy hangs on the closet wall next to the others, and he’s yet to use it on me. It’s a shiny aluminum paddle that
I sometimes use as a mirror to check my lipstick. I often run my fingers along its cool surface and wonder what it would feel
like spanking my ass. The thought makes me cream, and if and when the day comes that I want to try it, I’m sure I can think
of a “crime” that will warrant such a powerful punishment. That’s the beauty of our relationship—we have the perfect level
of give and take, pain and pleasure, punishment and reward. For us, they are often one and the same.

—Ms. Jessica V., Austin, Texas
     

My husband, Tim, and I were packing up to move to a smaller house, getting rid of anything we no longer needed. I had climbed
up on a stool to reach the boxes in the upper reaches of our closet and found a whole stack of his neckties. They were from
his former corporate days, before we started our own business and could wear whatever we wanted. I set the ties aside for
the giveaway pile as I continued to rid the closet of junk. As I unearthed things I’d completely forgotten
about, I suddenly realized that those ties might come in handy. I hid them away, hoping to surprise Tim later.

When he returned from his errands, I had the entire closet cleared out. I proudly showed him my handiwork. “I think I deserve
a reward for all that hard work, don’t you?” I asked, stepping closer to him and slipping my leg between his, then raising
my knee so it brushed against his cock. Clearly, this wasn’t what he was expecting, but it didn’t take long for his cock to
harden. I reached down to stroke his dick, massaging it to its full stiffness.

“Will you be my reward?” I asked my gorgeous husband in my most alluring voice, raising the pitch as I worked my thumb over
his cockhead.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he groaned as I slid the zipper down.

“If you really want it, then put your hands behind your back,” I said as my fingers came into direct contact with his cock.
He made more moaning and groaning noises as he positioned his wrists behind him. I slid one of the ties from my pocket and
slipped it around his wrists, then quickly fastened it. His breathing suddenly became erratic and I knew that he was totally
turned on. We’d done some light bondage before, but always at his request; I’d never been the one to initiate our bondage
play.

Once I had his wrists secured behind his back, I walked around in front of him, staring down as his cock poked forward through
the front of his pants.
“What are we going to do with this?” I asked, taking hold of him once again.

I found my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I teased him, knowing that he’d have to do whatever I said. I was in control
of his cock and could play with it as much—or as little—as I wanted. If I so desired, I could strip down to nothing and masturbate
in front of him, taking my time as I spread open my labia, showing him how juicy I’d become, without letting him touch me.
I gave him my best sultry pout, then lifted my white tank top over my head. I tossed it at him, and it landed on his cock.
He made a strangled noise and I continued to undress, tossing the garments at him.

When I was totally nude, I stepped forward, taking my panties, which had landed on his shoulder, and rubbing them against
his cheek. I pressed my body up against him, raising myself on my toes so I could brush my pussy against his cock. “I want
you, Darlene,” he said as his cock twitched.

“I know, Tim,” I said, “but you’ll just have to be patient, won’t you?”

Then I skipped over to where I’d put the rest of the tie collection, rifling through them until I found the one I wanted,
and then sauntered back over to him. I dangled the tie in front of his face, then held it under my breasts to lift them upward.
I took off his pants and underwear, then I took the tie and used it to gently lift his balls. When Tim moaned and his cock
danced for me, I went further, wrapping the tie around the base of
his cock, letting the ends fall down. “Who knew your old ties would come in so handy?” I asked as I grabbed another tie and
secured his ankles.

My pussy was really starting to need some attention, but I didn’t want to give up my control. I walked over to our bed, peeled
down the blankets and climbed in, then spread my legs and began playing with myself. “If you can get yourself over here, you
can have my pussy,” I told him, sure that he’d do anything he had to for this coveted prize.

Well, as it turned out, what he had to do was hop over to me, careful not to lose his balance. I plunged my fingers deep into
my cunt while keeping an eye on him to make sure he was all right. I hadn’t tied his ankles too tightly, and he’s pretty athletic,
so after a few minutes of small, steady hops, he’d made it over to me. His dick was so hard, it looked like he might come
at any moment. “I’m so proud of you, Tim,” I said, offering him my glossy, pussy-flavored fingers to suck on while I reached
behind him to undo his wrists before freeing his dick. With some careful maneuvering involving his bending forward onto the
bed, inching upward, then rolling over onto his back, I got his head onto the pillows, arms above him, while his ankles were
still tied.

“Do I need to secure your wrists to the headboard, or will you be able to keep them still for me?” I asked.

“I’ll be good, Darlene, I promise,” he said pleadingly.
His cock was so hard and I needed it inside me so badly that I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“You’d better be,” is all I said as I straddled him and pressed my pussy downward, snaring his cock inside my tight tunnel.
I leaned forward, pinning my husband with my weight, grinding my hips against his as I frigged my clit. Knowing he was trapped
beneath me made me even hornier. I could just as easily slide off his cock and plant my pussy over his mouth, or take a nearby
vibrator and let it whir me to climax.

I moved up and down, getting both of us incredibly worked up. It was probably inevitable that his hands would start to slip
from the headboard as I tightened my pussy around him and gyrated. The minute Tim’s right hand slipped, though, I paused,
lifting my cunt off his cock. I ignored the deep ache inside me as I pounced on his wayward arm.

“What did I tell you about keeping your hands in place?” My fingers clamped down around his wrist and jerked it back into
place. His cock twitched against my thigh as I spoke in my harsh tone. “You’d better leave it there this time, or you’ll be
in real trouble!” I said, shocking even myself with my bossy attitude.

I slipped his dick back inside me and he closed his eyes. As I pumped my hips up and down, his cock seemed to swell even more.
I glanced behind me at his bound ankles, then leaned back so my hands rested against his thighs, my hair tickling his skin
as I arched my head back, my pussy on full display for him. He
found a creative way to use his position to his erotic advantage, tightly gripping the headboard and rocking against it, his
cock pounding into me. I slowly drew back up, my breasts bobbing as I once again took his entire length inside me. “Please,
may I come?” he asked. I hadn’t even told him he had to wait—what a good boy he was being!

“Yes, you may, in a moment,” I said, then spread my legs wider, feeling my muscles strain as I rode his cock for all I was
worth, giving myself a powerful climax that showered him with juices. “I want to feel your hot come,” I ordered, and he dutifully
delivered what I’d asked for, a torrent of lava bathing my insides.

“You may move your hands now,” I relented, and he swooped me up in his arms, peppering me with kisses. I kissed him back,
then teased him. “So, do you think we should hold on to these ties when we move?” He didn’t need to reply to my question,
and as I removed the one holding his ankles together, I already knew what his answer would be.

—Ms. Darlene T., Springfield, Missouri
     

Several months ago, I discovered that my husband, Jerry, was visiting porn sites online featuring women in bondage. I was
upset, not because I was offended by the content, but because he hadn’t mentioned a word about this interest to me—probably
thinking I’d be irate, even though I’ve always been open-minded and adventurous in bed. Then I found some postings he’d put
up on a message board of a different sort, confessing to wanting to be tied up and made to dress as a woman. I was shocked,
because he’d never breathed even a word of such naughty fantasies to me in our ten years together. Well, if that’s what he
wanted, he was going to get it—in spades!

The more I looked at the sites on my own, the more a plan started to form in my mind about how to teach my sneaky little hubby
a lesson—and have some fun in the process. I waited to confront him until I had the perfect arsenal of weapons: black handcuffs,
a large coil of rope, and a ball gag, along with a white lace bra, matching garter belt and panties, white stockings, white
slip, and white heels. I waited for a Friday night when we’d have plenty of time to ourselves and he wouldn’t suspect a thing.
His postings online had gotten increasingly graphic and elaborate, and I knew that the mere sight of all our new accoutrements
would
make him practically come in his pants—or panties, I should say.