“What do you think – crop or this new paddle?” I asked him.
He turned towards me and smiled appreciatively at the crop I held.
“Let me grab ours and we’ll take turns.”
“Now that, my friend, sounds like a plan. Shall we cuff her ankles to the couch?” I asked as I rummaged in the back for the ankle restraints.
“Excellent idea. You do that while I grab my crop,” he responded.
I moved behind her as she lay panting, her cheeks deliciously inflamed. I knelt behind her and asked “Is this okay, love?”
“Yes, please, cuff me to the couch… Please…” she said as she rose and straightened her back, moving her ankles closer to the legs so the cuffs would easily reach.
I cuffed her ankles together with a spreader bar then tossed a length of webbing with clips on it under the couch where I could easily reach it from the other end. One end was already clipped to the spreader bar and had a clever mechanism to allow the strap to be lengthened or shortened as needed. I stood up slowly, savoring the view of her spread like the slut I knew she was and moved to the other end of the couch to grab the hook of the strap and attach it to the cuffs.
By now he had returned with his crop – a genuine horse crop, much like my own. None of those ‘people’ crops that tend to break.
“Will you pull this strap tight?” I asked “We don’t want her getting away. Now love, please bend over again.”
She obliged willingly as her lover pulled the strap tight – stretching her arms over her head and forcing her down.
“Dammit. We should have pulled the couch out a bit,” I commented.
“Let’s do it,” he replied.
We moved to the couch and lifted the end as she giggled from her stretched position and swung the couch over. This served to provide room for us to maneuver without risking hitting each other. We had only one person we wanted to hit, and she definitely wanted it.
“Spank me with the crops please!!!” she pleaded, her pleas only slightly muffled by the couch.
“Shall we?” I enquired and motioned for him to take the first swing.
“Absolutely!” he said excitedly
As he raised his arm, I noticed the slightest movement from her as she tensed in anticipation of the coming blow…
*swish* *crack* A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by an obvious moan of excitement. The blow had left the slightest mark on her butt, the red from the crop showing clearly against the pink of the earlier spanking.
As she writhed sensuously against the restraints I raised my arm, then brought it down with a swift stroke, not too hard, but hard enough that another red mark arose on her other cheek, the redness of the mark deliciously obvious against the pink, overheated skin there.
We traded turns for the next ten minutes, alternating stokes like some ancient machine built for spanking. As we continued, her arousal became increasingly evident, and soon there was a decidedly sinful trail of wetness running down her legs, the scent was intoxicating and the sounds escaping her lips were causing my hardly aroused dick to grow harder to contain.