("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Something For Everyone by Jeanne (jeanbone901@aol.com) *** I take my slave-hubby Joe to a wild spanking party. We connect with another couple (Brad and his slave-wife Debra) and enjoy a thrilling variety of wonderful possibilities. I spank Debra, Brad spanks Joe and erotic sparks fly between Brad and me. (MF, bi, cuck, spank) *** My slave hubby and I just attended the most exciting spanking party ever. My pussy still tingles with the memory of it. It was at my girlfriend Sally's mansion. Her slave is ultra-rich and she controls him wonderfully. The party was for both Masters and Mistresses and their slaves (male and female). The only criteria: Everyone had to be attractive (gorgeous women and handsome sensuous men only). We arrived at 7 as per the invitation, observing the dress code. Mistresses and Masters were to wear sexy black outfits; their slaves, white. The invitation specifically read: "Dress to excite." I chose black thong bikini panties and a shorty nightgown that buttoned in front – no bra (of course). I made my hubby Joe wear tight white jockey shorts and a white T-shirt saying ("She Slaps MY ass; I Kiss Hers.") I got a lot of smiles, laughs and compliments on that T-shirt. I began getting hot from the very beginning of the party. It was great foreplay in itself just walking around looking the various outfits. Most of the slaves were on leashes. Some had to crawl on hands and knees. I allowed Joe to walk upright because I'm very proud of the great bulge in his underpants. He's huge and I enjoyed seeing the envious looks I got from some of the Mistresses and gay Masters. Even the slaves were giving him the eye. He's lean, fit and sexy – the cutest, most spankable ass you've ever seen. With his short blond hair, he looks like a surfer. Some of the Masters were flirting with me too, and that was nice. As we led our slaves around, socializing, meeting each other (slaves weren't allowed to talk, of course), I happened to notice a guy, clad in tight black underpants and a black T-shirt that read: "MasterSpanker." He was dark, Italian by the look of him. Strong and very sexy I must say. Like a bodybuilder with black, hair and confident brown eyes that looked fearlessly into those of whoever he spoke to. He was very polite to the Mistresses and other Masters – both gay and straight -- but I could see a streak of playful meanness in those eyes. His slave was a beautiful blonde in a white teddy. I took an instant dislike to her. She reminded me of a rich, Little-Miss-Perfect cheerleader I knew in high school who always got the guys and looked down on me. For a quick moment, I entertained a fantasy of taking her over my knee. He led her on all fours on a leash and I must say his masterful control of her excited me a little – even though I'm all-dominant (nothing "switch" about me). Our eyes met several times during the night. At one point I cornered Sally and complimented her on the party. "I'm already hot," I told her. "And the spanking hasn't even started yet." She kissed me lightly on the cheek and giggled. "Don't be so sure," she said. "Harold got a little surly with me earlier and I had to discipline him a little." She turned to her athletic husband who stood beside her, dressed in white undies. "Show Jeanne my handiwork, dear." Harold looked embarrassed. But I could see he was far too well-trained to disobey. Reluctantly he turned around and slid his jockeys down, exposing his wonderfully smooth, tight buns. "Lean forward and give her a good view," Sally said. Humiliated, he leaned forward, revealing a nice red glow on his cheeks. Not quite blistered, but clearly, she'd given him some stern attention. Sally and I both laughed. "Wow," I said. "He has a bee- autiful ass and you've done a lovely job on it." (Harold's face began to turn almost as red as his ass). I noticed Joe, my husband looking away. I gave his butt a playful slap with the leash and said, "What's the matter honey? You think it's too mean of Sally to paddle her guy and show him off to me? Do you identify with him?" I was enjoying this. I knew Sally was too. Slaves were allowed to speak when they were spoken to. So he said, "It looks like it hurts." Then I got a devilish idea. "Well why don't you kiss it and make it well?" Sally laughed her delightfully dirty laugh. Joe stared a me, incredulous. "Oh, come on Honey. You wouldn't make me do that," he said. I grabbed his ear and forced him to his knees. "How dare you get insolent with me? Now, not only are you going to kiss Harold's ass. You're going to get a tail- warming of your own. Now kiss it!" Sally made Harold lean over even further and we cheered as I made Joe plant a kiss on each of the poor guy's reddened cheeks. So delightfully humiliating! Some of the guests nearby got a kick out of it too. They applauded and whistled. I was already becoming the hit of the party. I heard a great booming laugh behind me and turned to see the sexy, dark "MasterSpanker." "That's great!" he told me. "You have a terrific imagination." Then he led his Britney Spears doggie away. "Who is that hunk?" I asked Sally, enjoying the flush of jealousy I knew I was setting off in Joe. Sally told me his name was Brad and his poor honey was called Debra. I asked her if there was a private bedroom where I could take Joe for his spanking. Although we'd been to several spanking parties, I was still a little shy about spanking Joe in front of others. I enjoyed watching others getting spanked though. I found it very erotic. Sally pointed me to a bedroom at the end of a long hall. "Give him a good one," she said, kissing my cheek. "And I want to see your masterpiece when it's finished. We can compare it to mine. "Maybe we'll make Harold return the kiss." I laughed heartily, I really admired Sally's boldness. As I led Joe toward the bedroom, I passed several other rooms and noticed the spanking was already beginning. Some of the doors were open and I could see inside. In the first room, there were two couples – one gay; one lesbian. Their slaves knelt on the bed side by side, bare fannies up, with their panties/jockeys down around their knees. The Master and Mistress stood behind them, reddening their respective servants' rear ends. The Mistress was beautiful and so was her lesbian slave. The Master was big and bearded, like a lumberjack and his gay slave was slim and kind of girlish. The Master and the Mistress both held paddles and were taking turns. She would smack her woman. Then the massive mountain man would hit his boy-toy's rear with a resounding SMAAACKKK. The Master and Mistress were laughing together and having a lot of fun. But their slaves were taking it bravely. Not so much as a whimper. Later I heard the Mistress and Master had made a bet: The winner was the first one who could make his/her slave "yelp" (make a noise like "ouch" or "ow"). In the next room, two masters, dressed in cowboy hats and chaps had their slaves on their hands and knees and were astride them, riding them around the room. One slave was a woman the other a man. But for the purposes of this little game they were both horses – a stud and a mare. The guys rode them hard, making them "trot." The woman slave was a lovely model and I was surprised at her strength in being able to carry the guy on her back like that. The male slave was very believable in the role of horse (his huge penis hung a good 11 inches down as his Master walloped him with a riding crop). It gave my pussy a real tingle to see him handling that big-dicked "pony" so masterfully. The Masters would call out "giddy-up" and "Yee-Haw" having a wonderful time. In fact all of it was getting me super-hot and really in the mood to get Joe over my lap. I led him into the bedroom and closed the door. There were two double beds in the room, right next to each other. I sat on one and made Joe slide his underpants down and lie over my lap. I held his big cock (which was always hard when he was near me) between my thighs. That's how I held him in place. I can't begin to tell you how hot it gets me – the feeling of power of having my sexy man under my control like this. It drives me absolutely out of my mind. He's a wonderful lover and knows how to use that "heavy equipment" of his. There's nothing like the orgasm I have in our post-spanking love-making sessions. I started as I always do, giving him a few slaps, then rubbing my hand over his ass soothingly, then continuing. If I pace myself and have the willpower to resist making him fuck me long enough, I can keep spanking him for as long as an hour or two like this – bare hand to bare behind – getting turned on beyond belief. He jumps and twitches when I really smack him. I allow that. But I've long since broken him of the habit of putting his hands back to shield his buns, or trying to escape off my lap. Early on, he learned that if he doesn't take it like a man, I tie him up and paddle him with my favorite kitchen spatula. When I do that, I'm merciless! So he takes my hand-spankings bravely. When I'd been hand-spanking him for about 10 minutes and his ass was just beginning to get that rosy glow I love to see, I heard a rustling and the door opened. I looked up, startled, and saw that guy Brad, the MasterSpanker, and his cheerleader cutie Debra walk in. Brad was as startled as I was. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I thought the room was vacant." Our eyes met and I must admit I flirted with him. "That's all right," I said. "I should have locked the door." I could see him scanning my body, giving me the once-over. And the already sizable bulge in the front of those black pants seemed to expand a little. "Looks like you're doing a pretty good job on him," He said. "Why thank you Sir," I said, batting my eyelashes like a southern belle. It gave me a little shiver to know how humiliated Joe must have been to have these two strangers looking at his exposed red bottom. "Debra here needs a little of the same," Brad said. "We'll find another room." Now, as I say, I had never spanked Joe in front of anyone before. I'd threatened too and teased him about letting my friends watch. However, usually at these parties, I'd get turned on watching others get spanked, then apply my discipline to my husband in private. So I don't know what came over me. I was just so hot at this point in the spanking. Plus, this man was so very sexy, that I must have been a little out of my senses. Something made me say: "Would you like to join us?" Joe was stunned. He looked up at me. "No, Honey. It's too embarrassing," he said. I gave him a hard slap, right in the middle of his bottom. "Who asked you?" I said. "You'll stay right here and you'll apologize to our guest. Say, 'I'm sorry Brad. Please stay.'" I couldn't believe my own boldness. But he obeyed me. Brad sat facing me on the bed opposite us and ordered Debra onto his lap. Our knees were less than four feet apart. She lay over his strong legs and he slowly slid her panties down, exposing a beautiful derriere. Something made me say, "Wow, your slave really has a nice ass. So creamy and white." She scowled at my impudence, but I didn't care. She was well in hand and couldn't retaliate. "Enjoy looking at that creaminess while you can," Brad said. "It's not going to keep that paleness for long." And sure enough he began to turn it bright crimson. Like me, he was a hand spanker. But he carried such an impressive wallop that a belt or paddle would have been superfluous. I found myself trying to compete, hitting Joe harder and harder. But it was no contest. Still, there was a powerful undercurrent happening between us. As we spanked our respective slaves, we were flirting shamelessly. And I found myself getting hotter by the moment. Soon we were talking to each other and it was doubly thrilling for me. Not only was I incredibly hot for this guy. But knowing how jealous I was making my slave hubby gave me an added rush. I could feel Joe's enormous dick getting harder. I knew the idea of having a "rival" for me was working wonders on him. And I could see Debra was jealous of the vibes between us too. I don't know what made me do it. But at one point, between slaps, I said to Brad, teasingly, "Gee, it's hot in here. Do you mind if I undo my nightie a little?" "Why not at all," he said, smiling. "You should be relaxed." Joe jerked his head up and looked at me. "Honey! What are you saying?" Again I slapped him a good one and said, "Shut up, slave." I undid the top button, continued spanking, then undid the second. I could see Brad was loving my little "striptease." And Joe was getting more jealous and turned on. Soon all the buttons were undone and my breasts were completely exposed, standing up nicely if I do say so myself, my nipples hard as diamonds. Their firmness wasn't lost on Brad. "Wow," he said. "What fantastic tits you have -- so beautiful. I love the way they stand up as you beat his ass. You are one hot woman." Debra, whose poor fanny was red as a beet by this time. Said: "Stop flirting with her." Brad gave her the hardest slap yet. "Boy, you sure can hit," I told him. "I wish I could get Joe's ass that red. I know it's because you're so much stronger than I am, but still . . ." "Not completely," Brad said. "Would you mind a little helpful critique of your technique?" "Not at all," I said. He told me to extend my arm and raise my hand higher into the air, and he demonstrated. (Smackkkk down on Debra's lovely cheerleader fanny!) "The arc gives you more power," he said. I tried it and could feel the difference right away – So could Joe, of course. My hand smacked his butt with more force than I'd ever delivered before. "Yee-ouch!" Joe said. And Brad and I both laughed. I don't think I had ever been so hot. My new found hitting power coupled with the strong attraction I was feeling for this masterful stud and the sensation of holding Joe's big, rock-hard dick in place between my legs was sending shivers all through me. And I could see by the way Brad was eyeing my breasts that he was getting turned on too. We were... like, "partners in crime" I guess you could say, feeling a strange bond. Gradually, I became aware that this heightened erotic state of passion was putting some new, sexy ideas in my head. "Wow, this is such fun!" I told Brad. "I've never seen Joe's ass so red. Thanks a million for the tip." Brad smiled a devilish smile. "It could get redder," he said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Would you like to see it REALLY glow?" he said, winking. Somehow, I knew exactly what he was suggesting. "You mean you think YOU could brighten it up?" I asked. Brad nodded, and gestured to the MASTERSPANKER logo on the front of his shirt. We both laughed. "I guess something in me wants to show off for you," Brad said. "But yes. I think I could impress you with the spanking I could give him. And I'd love to see you spanking my honey here." Suddenly, both Joe and Debra at once jerked their heads up to look at us incredulously. "What?!" Joe asked. "You wouldn't let her spank me!" Debra said to Brad. And instinctively we both landed an extra-hard slap on their asses. "Shut up!" we both said at the same time. All at once there was nothing I wanted to do more than to get that haughty little bitch across my lap – and watch Brad give my Joe the tail-warming of his life. "Shall we just make them trade places?" I asked Brad, trembling with excitement. "I'd like to try something else first," he said. Brad's idea was much more creative. He made Joe and Debra kneel on the bed -- naked as jaybirds -- right next to each other, their heads down and their cute bare asses up, exposed and vulnerable for us. I enjoyed the rear-view of Joe's big stiff dick and balls. And I could see that, despite her humiliation, Debra's pussy lips were moist and glistening. Brad and I stood there awhile just looking at them. Debra's fanny was considerably redder than Joe's. But we had both done an excellent smacking job. It was a turn-on seeing them together like that. And so was seeing the massive bulge in the front of Brad's underpants. I was trying to figure out a sly way to ask him to take them off for me when he looked at me and said, "I bet the crotch of your panties is soaked. Wouldn't you be more comfortable taking them off?" I slid out of them quickly and faced Brad, my shortie button nightie undone, my breasts exposed, and proudly showed my body off to him. I even turned slowly to give him a good look at my bare ass. Then I turned and faced him again. "Looks like that big dick of yours is straining to get loose," I said. "Maybe you'd be more comfortable stepping out of your shorts." We both laughed as Brad took his black jockeys off, exposing his huge cock. Between the two men, it's hard to say which guy had the larger penis. But believe me I was very pleased with the view – Double vision! As all this was going on, the slaves were seething with jealousy, stealing looks back at us. Finally we got on with the spanking. I stood behind Debra and Brad stood behind Joe. We spanked them with both hands, alternating left right. It was thrilling to feel my palms stinging that stuck- up little bitch's ass. And it was doubly thrilling to watch what Brad was doing to my hubby's poor bottom. Man! His powerful arms extended fully over his shoulders and each smack sounded like a firecracker going off. Joe started wriggling, moving his ass around trying to avoid the slaps. I know it was mean of me, but the sight of him squirming his bottom around like that aroused me and I couldn't resist teasing him. I spoke to Brad and said, "I think your little doggie likes you. Look at how he's wagging his tail for you." Brad laughed. "Yeah." He commanded Joe. "Wag that tail for me." He hit him several super hard slaps and, indeed, poor Joe did exaggerate his fruitless efforts to avoid the smacks by "wagging his tail even harder." In spite of my self I giggled like a schoolgirl. "Good doggie," I teased. Brad laughed to and told him: "Let me hear you bark for us." Joe was humiliated. But he was not about to disobey. "Arf! Arf!" he said. Brad and I nearly fell down laughing. Several times Joe tried to escape, attempting to crawl over the other side of the bed. But each time, Brad's strong hands seized him by the waist and pulled him back, effortlessly. I can't explain why the sight of that – and the spanking he was giving him got me so hot. But it did. I kept teasing Debra as I spanked her. "Bet you never thought you'd have a woman spanking your ass in front of your master tonight did you?" I asked her. When she hesitated to answer, I gave her an extra-hard swat. "DID YOU!!??" I repeated. "No," she said. "That's a good girl," I said and impulsively "rewarded" her by gently rubbing her pussy. I was amazed to feel how wet it was. I knew she was humiliated and turned on too. So I kept alternating between hard slaps to her ass and sensual strokes of her cunt. Finally we decided to take them over our laps. Brad and I took our places on the bed again – the same position we were in before, but this time sans undies. Brad made Joe lie nude across his knees, and red-faced Debra lay across mine. We spanked them for about half an hour. And when our hands were tired, true to his promise, Brad had "painted" Joe's bottom the darkest shade of red I'd ever seen – I mean STOP SIGN red. And speaking of red, Debra's face was nearly as red as Joe's ass. I had continued teasing her, asking her embarrassing questions like, "How do you like the way my tits are turning your man on?" and "How to you like seeing the job your master is doing on my guy?" If she hesitated to answer, I'd whap her extra hard. When she'd say, "It makes me jealous," I'd reward her for her honesty by stroking her pussy. She actually came several times – nice shuddering climaxes that made me tingle as well. When we finished, Brad and I rewarded the slaves for submitting to us. We found some soothing lotion in a bureau drawer and allowed Debra lay on her tummy on the bed as Joe gently applied the lotions to her stinging fanny. Then, Joe lay across the bed and Debra rubbed it on him. "Don't pretend it doesn't turn you on, to massage my slaves ass," I said to Debra. She blushed, proving me right. Brad chimed in: "That dick of your is pretty hard, buddy,: he said to Joe. "I think you like my slave soothing your ass." To cap the evening off I did what I'd been longing to do all night: We made Joe and Debra get up and stand – one on each side of the bed -- and watch, burning with jealousy, as I lay on the bed, naked, with Brad and we made out like hot teenagers. I jacked his immense cock as we kissed, and complimented him, loud enough for Joe and Debra to hear: "Thanks for the powerful spanking you gave my husband. You got me so hot." He kissed me passionately and massaged my nipples. "It was my pleasure," he said. "Looking at these marvelous tits gave me inspiration." Then, rubbing my sopping wet pussy he added: "And thank YOU for spanking Debra for me. It was great seeing her in such good hands." Then we got up, and all of us put our outfits back on. We led our slaves back out into the party, knowing we'd shared one of the hottest nights of our lives. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 35