My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and I’ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationships—a genre she’s passionate about. It’s been a while since I’ve written, but a fan recently reignited my interest by asking me to turn his detailed journal into a story. Initially skeptical, I found myself captivated by his account of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR), a concept I hadn’t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, I’ve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning over 20 chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.
Chapter 8: Jason Gets Spanked For The First Time, Corner Time
My hands trembled as I stood and stripped off my jogging suit, every movement feeling both deliberate and vulnerable. Anna moved gracefully to the chair and sat down where I had just been, her posture relaxed yet authoritative. Her bathrobe parted slightly as she settled, slipping open at her thighs to reveal smooth, creamy skin that disappeared tantalizingly toward her center. The sight alone sent a surge of arousal through me, and I began to harden almost instantly.
Anna’s gaze flicked downward, and a knowing smirk curved her lips. “I didn’t think getting spanked was supposed to be sexual, but I guess I was wrong. I wonder if that little guy will still be standing when we’re done.” Her voice dripped with playful authority as she punctuated her words by smacking the hairbrush firmly against her palm. The sound was sharp, commanding, and it echoed in my chest.
I had foolishly assumed this wouldn’t hurt much—after all, as far as I knew, Anna had never spanked anyone before. But standing there, exposed and vulnerable, my erection now fully rigid and bobbing in front of me, I realized the excitement I felt wasn’t about the spanking itself.
No—it was about her.
It was about the shift in her demeanor, the way her natural gentleness had given way to this confident, almost mischievous authority. It was the idea that my mild-mannered wife was about to cross a line we’d never approached before, and she was doing it with an intoxicating sense of purpose.
I hesitated, my breath hitching as I took a step closer. Whatever happened next, I knew it would change something between us—and I couldn’t wait.
“Over my knees, now. I’ll see to it that your disobedient little penis goes down quickly,” Anna said, her voice sharp with authority but softened by a playful edge that made my stomach flip.
I obediently bent over her lap, my body trembling with anticipation. As I settled into position, my erection slipped between her warm, soft thighs, and a low, involuntary moan escaped my lips. Anna firmly pushed my shoulders and head downward until they were nearly touching the floor, leaving my backside vulnerable and thrust high into the air.
“Now,” she began, her tone deliberate and measured, “I think you deserve twenty swats with this brush for abusing yourself while watching porn.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, still not entirely convinced this was something I should take seriously.
The hairbrush rose, then fell with a sharp splat against my bare skin. The impact wasn’t overly hard, but it stung enough to make me let out a soft moan—more from the rush of sensation than actual pain.
“Count them,” she ordered, her voice carrying a new level of authority that made my chest tighten.
“One,” I said clearly.
A moment later, the hairbrush struck again, this time with a touch more force. The sting was sharper, more lingering, but still manageable.
“Two,” I counted.
Without hesitation, she struck again. And again. Each swat landed with a biting precision, and before I could keep up, the rhythm quickened.
“Three, four,” I sputtered, trying to keep my voice steady. Those last two had definitely stung more.
“Hmmm,” Anna mused thoughtfully. “Your ass isn’t getting very red. Clearly, I’m not hitting hard enough.”
“You’re doing it plenty hard,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Anna froze for a split second, then her voice dropped to a chillingly calm level. “Oh really? Did I say you could talk?”
“No, ma’am,” I answered quickly, my face burning with embarrassment as I realized my mistake.
Without warning, she delivered three swift, forceful strikes in rapid succession. Each impact was harder than the last, and the sting bloomed across my skin like fire. My hands pressed against the floor as I squirmed and groaned, trying to process the sharp, biting heat radiating from my backside.
“You didn’t count,” she said, her voice level but firm.
“Uh… sorry. Uh… four, five, six,” I fumbled, my voice shaking.
“Nope,” she corrected coolly. “That was five, six, and seven.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled again, my head hanging low.
“You will be,” she said, her voice carrying a faint tremor—almost as if she was getting excited herself. “That adds five more swats to your total. You’re up to twenty-five now. Care to complain about that?”
“Five more?” I blurted out before thinking.
Anna’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “Add five more because of that. One more outburst, and I’ll add ten.”
Her words hung heavy in the air, and I bit my lip hard to keep from making another sound. I had crossed a line, and Anna wasn’t going to let me forget it.
The number had risen to thirty now, and I’d only managed to endure seven. This was getting serious. I couldn’t help but wonder if Anna was enjoying this a little too much.
Suddenly, I felt five more sharp swats in quick succession. I screamed out in pain as my already red, sore ass absorbed the fresh blows.…
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“I had foolishly assumed this wouldn’t hurt much—after all, as far as I knew, Anna had never spanked anyone before. But standing there, exposed and vulnerable, my erection now fully rigid and bobbing in front of me, I realized the excitement I felt wasn’t about the spanking itself.
No—it was about her.”
This is so very well said! It is precisely how I feel about being spanked. I’ve said it before … I absolutely HATE the spankings when they are happening, because they hurt. I absolutely LOVE that my Wife, the love of my life, is willing to spank me. Being naked, vulnerable and about to be punishment-spanked, takes me directly into deep subspace.
Reading the original journal enter, which led to that part of his story, was an enlightening experience for me. I’ve been playfully spanked before, but never from a genuine punishment standpoint, and I’ve often wondered why some men would consent to that. After reflecting on this, I now believe that for those in a Female-Led Relationship, who incorporate discipline into their dynamic, and I firmly believe most should, it serves as a critical element that contributes to the stability and strength of the relationship.
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