Michael’s Unexpurgated Labor Day Riff

Originally posted in its abbreviated form as – “Highjacked by Michael: Spanking Is No Labor On This Day”

This past Sunday and Monday during the Labor Day Holiday I went to the Jersey Shore with a woman I have been seeing for a while. As I was loading the bags into the car she said we needed to stop at a store so she could buy a pair of sandals because a strap had broken on her current pair. I just nodded and knew better than to ask why couldn’t she wear one of her old pairs because that was the answer – they were OLD. Besides, I also needed a few items and the beginnings of a naughty idea began brewing in my mind, fueled by her outfit of a short faded blue denim skirt with a half open white blouse over a pale blue tube top.

Now, with a plan to get our weekend off to a lustful start I sat behind the steering wheel and decided to go to T.J. Maxx because a good friend had recommended I check it out. Upon entering the store I mentioned that I needed to pick up a few items, which she thought was great, mainly I think because she felt less guilty about delaying our start time. Surprisingly, she quickly found a stylish pair with the added benefit of being on sale. We next headed to the Men’s Department where I said I needed to buy a new belt, which made her stop dead in her tracks and give me a wide-eyed look of disbelief. I really did need a new black dress belt and when I said that her wide eyes turned squinty as she said “Yeah, sure.” I shrugged, took her hand and continued into the Men’s Department.

Let me pause a moment and give you a little background about this wonderful woman. When we met over a year ago and I brought up the subject of spanking she said that while she thought spanking could be sexy she had never received one and didn’t know if she would like it. I thought then there was the seed of a spanko within her and if I nurtured it I could bring her to full spanko fruition. I thought this because she has a lovely bottom and greatly enjoys when I turn my attention to it, becoming very aroused when I caress, pat, kiss, pinch, swat and make love to her derrière. So I showed her some spanking sites on the Internet, but the real epiphany came when I read spanking stories to her in bed, of course starting with Dev’s ‘A Maid For All Seasons,’ and after a few sessions she took the book and read while I slid down her body and pleasured her until the book fell from her hands in ecstasy. Shortly thereafter one memorable evening I gave her a sensual spanking that she found fantastic, and we’ve been progressing ever since. While I don’t spank her every time we’re together she is now more spanko than vanilla.

Back to this past weekend. Like I said, I really did need a new belt for my trousers and I did find a nice black Perry Ellis with a silver buckle on one end and silver tip on the other. While selecting the belt my companion had been browsing nearby and showed me a two pack of Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, one black and one gray, she was buying me as a gift. I don’t normally wear boxer-briefs, I have one pair given to me by another woman that I sometimes wear, but my girl thought I would look sexy in these, and I realized they were for her as much as for me. Hey, I’ve given enough lingerie to women over the years so turn about is fair play.

She thought we were ready to leave but I still had the naughty idea percolating in my head, and as we were exiting the Men’s Department I asked a store associate where the hairbrushes were located, which produced a sharp intake of breath from my companion. We were directed to the other side of the store and immediately when we were out of earshot of the clerk she hissed, “You don’t need a hairbrush!”

I calmly looked her in the eye and replied, “I need one but not for my hair.”

She puffed out her lower lip in exasperation and just shook her head.

I have pulled off this delightful shenanigan for years, dating back to before I was married, but had never done it to this girl until now. No matter what store we were in, be it a CVS drug store, a fancy department store like Nordstrom or even a supermarket, I would eventually lead the woman I was with to the hairbrush section and proceed to embarrass and excite her. This works especially well when there are people near to overhear and sometimes see us. I’ll look over the selection of hairbrushes while loudly saying things like “Nope, not heavy enough, you won’t feel a thing,” or “No, too small, this brush won’t cover enough of your bottom,” or while slapping the hairbrush noisily into my palm, “WOW! This will really sting when I spank you.” I’ll place the brush against the girl’s bottom to measure the coverage area, and then give her tushy a brisk swat. This never fails to make her blush as she nervously looks around to see if anyone witnessed her butt slapping. If someone has seen her humiliation she quickly looks away, and numerous times people have smiled at me or chuckled over these antics.

I will rarely buy a brush but this time I made an exception as I found a truly lovely wooden hairbrush that I knew would be put to good use over the weekend. It was rectangular with a rich honey brown color, and just the right weight, not too heavy that I might leave deep bruises and not too light so my girl would really feel the bite. It was ten inches long – five for the handle and five for the back, and three and a half inches wide. Yes, after returning from our holiday I measured it. The hairbrush also had a name printed on its handle, Elegant. I don’t know if that was the name of the manufacturer or of the brush itself, but either way it fit perfectly.

Since it was early there were few other shoppers around, but I still went into my ritual and stated very loudly, “This hairbrush will be perfect for spanking your bottom, Baby Doll.” I then gave a solid smack to the center of her left cheek that produced a loud popping noise followed by a surprised yelp and a blush that lit up the store. I told her I was buying it and she groaned and started walking towards the front of the store which afforded me a delightful target so I evened things up by delivering a firm swat to her right cheek that caused her to dance away and scurry towards the cashier.

I paid for the items and by the time we got to the car she was already unpacking her new sandals and had them on once she was inside the car. I retrieved the hairbrush from the bag, handed it to her and said to peel off the price sticker and hold the brush until I asked for it. She did this as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the Jersey Shore. Normally the drive takes about an hour but I knew it would be longer due to the holiday traffic. We chatted about the weekend but not once did I mention the hairbrush that she kept turning over and over in her hands. When we reached the main highway I activated the car’s cruise control and reached over with my right hand and pushed her short skirt further up and started softly stroking her bare thighs, first her left then her right, down the top and then up the soft inner flesh.

I asked for the hairbrush and then lightly scratched her thighs with the bristles, which elicited soft approval sounds. Then, with a flick of my wrist I slapped the top of her upper left thigh leaving a pink blotch and causing a surprised yelp. I flipped the brush and rubbed the bristles across her pink skin. I did the same to her right thigh and then to the inner skin of both thighs. I continued this until her thighs were pink and she was excited, evidenced by her rapid breathing and erect nipples poking through her thin tube top.

All this time my girl hadn’t said a word but her moaning was getting louder. I then slipped the brush inside her blouse and softly massaged her tube top encased breasts with the bristles, paying particular attention to her hard nipples. She was now crying my name and asking for more when I paused and told her to take the brush. She groaned out her disappointment but did what she was told with a pout on her lips until I started to squeeze and knead her breasts with my right hand, rolling and pinching her nubs. She was now breathing even faster with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. When I stopped she let out a little kitten mewl of unhappiness until I started stroking her pinkened thighs. I told her to spread her legs wider and ran my hand up her left thigh until I reached her damp panties. I fingered her pussy lips, outlining them through the moist cotton.

I said, “My, my, you’re excited, little girl.” and she inhaled deeply as my index finger rubbed up and down opening her lips and pushing the moist cloth inside her. I removed my hand and licked my finger tasting her essence. She tried reaching between my legs to stroke me but I took her hand and kissed it telling her to sit back and enjoy herself. She reluctantly did so and I slid my hand beneath her tube top and started caressing her bare breasts, first her left and then her right, rolling her pebbled nipples with my palm then squeezing them with my thumb and index finger.

Unfortunately we arrived all too soon at our exit and I needed both hands on the wheel to maneuver down the ramp and merge into traffic. We were soon on streets with traffic lights and pedestrians so I couldn’t resume my ministrations. She was still excited because now she leaned over and kissed my neck and nibbled my ear while running her hands over my chest and down to my lap stroking my hard cock. I was enjoying this but needed to concentrate on the side streets so told her to knock it off, which I had to punctuate with a sharp slap to her thigh when she didn’t stop right away. I think this only aroused her further but she did as she was told after I turned and gave her ‘the look.’

Even though the weekend’s festivities were at a good friend’s home we were staying at a hotel because the house was filled to overflowing, plus we wanted privacy after the lights went out. We checked in, freshened up and with difficulty resisted the urge to jump into bed and quench the fire lit during the drive. Sitting on the bed I noticed her taking a pair of light blue panties out of her bag and asked what she was doing.

She looked at me suspiciously and replied, “Changing my panties.”

I shook my head and said, “No, keep on the pair you’re wearing.” She sighed heavily and said she needed fresh undies, but I said, “Nope, either those panties or no panties.” She retorted that her skirt was too short to go without panties. I smiled and said, “You can put on a show for the crowd.” She noisily blew air through pursed lips and said “Fine” as she threw them back into her bag.

“What did you say?” I sharply asked.

She smiled at me contritely and answered, “Nothing.”

I told her to come to the bed and bring my new hairbrush. She did so and petulantly said she didn’t want to go to the party with a sore butt as she handed me the brush.

“Maybe not sore but tingly” I said as I reached behind and unzipped her skirt, tugging it over her hips to her ankles. I leaned forward pressed my face into her damp panties and inhaled deeply as my hands fondled her bottom; squeezing, lightly pinching her cheeks and tracing her cleft up and down.

We both moaned together and then I rolled her panties down to join her skirt. I slid my finger along her wet slit without entering, then took her by the hips and slowly turned her around being careful she didn’t trip on her skirt and undies. I gently pushed her forward until she was bent at the waist with her hands on her knees then picked up the hairbrush and using the bristle side slowly ran it over her behind, first her left cheek then her right. My left hand moved between her legs cupping her bare pussy with my middle finger gliding along her slit.

My finger entered her as I increased the pressure of the brush massaging her bottom. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she was swaying back and forth when she started to lean back and push my finger in deeper. I quickly pulled my hands away and saidl “Okay, time to leave,” and a strangled “Noooooooooo!” came from deep inside her.

I smacked the center of her tush with the wood side of the brush, stood, and told her to get dressed because we had to get going. My girl was so frustrated she literally screamed and stamped her foot, which made me laugh, to her further annoyance. After straightening her clothes I hugged and kissed her deeply and whispered that tonight after the party she would be satisfied. She grudgingly smiled and squeezed my butt with both hands in silent acknowledgment.

The barbecue was a blast with good friends, good food and lots of fun. Every chance I got I would tease my girl by either coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck and ears, stroke her thighs hidden by a tabletop, or surreptitiously fondle her bottom. We left late in the evening with plans to meet some friends the next day for a trip to the beach.

We both should have been tired from such a long day but were too amped up from the sexual tension that had been building all day. We were silent during the short drive to the hotel anticipating what was about to happen. We entered the hotel room and slowly kissed and caressed, further stoking our already heated passion. I trailed my hands over her breasts and down her sides to unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I slid a hand down her tummy into her panties, which were wet from our daylong excitement. We undressed each other and climbed into bed, never once losing touch, our flesh hot beneath our fingers. I lay beside her kissing and touching her when she slid down the bed and took me in her hot mouth. I almost let loose right there I was so aroused but I willed myself to settle down and enjoy the moment. After a few fantastic minutes I pulled her up towards me even though she was reluctant to release my cock. I sat her on top of me and very slowly entered her tight, hot, wet, pussy, which caused her to moan out my name.

I was fully sheathed and started to slowly rock back and forth as she followed my rhythm. My hands were cupping her bottom and I softly started to alternately slap each cheek. First the left then the right increasing the intensity while her hair flew in all directions as she rode me and rode me. Her breasts looked fantastic bouncing in front of me so I raised my head and buried my face in her chest, going from one breast to the other sucking and lightly biting her nipples.

Our passion increased and I could feel her muscles start to contract around my cock so I spanked her bottom harder and thrust into her faster. She let out a deep moan followed by a high pitched scream and had an orgasm while pressing her entire body down into mine. I still hadn’t cum and continued to pump in and out of her pussy, which was still contracting and felt so hot and tight I was going insane. With a final thrust I had an orgasm that felt like I was turning inside out as she milked my cock with muscles I never knew she had. We were spent and my girl just lay with her head on my chest and our bodies touching from head to toe as I slowly slipped out of her, just glorying in the feel of each other.

I was gently stroking the smooth skin of her back and bottom when she dropped off to sleep and I just lay there content and happy. I drifted off also because I awoke with a start as I heard the shower running and found myself alone in bed. I shakily got up, went into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain to reveal her glistening under the spray of water, the most beautiful woman in the world. She shyly smiled and asked me to close the curtain as it was cold and the floor was getting wet. I closed the curtain but after I had joined her in the shower. I began soaping her, letting my fingers find every crevice in her body, sliding over slick breasts and shiny bottom. She was moaning as I slipped a soapy finger into her bottom hole while sucking on her right breast. I moved my other hand to her pussy and spread her lips and inserted two fingers while my thumb rolled her sensitive clit back and forth. Her hand found my cock and was pumping it into a soapy lather until I thought I would cum right there.

I then turned her so that she was leaning forward with her hands on the shower wall and her legs spread. I crouched behind and started kissing her bottom as the water rained down, rinsing off the last of the lather. I spread her cheeks and licked the entire length of her cleft and then came back to her bottom hole and slid my tongue in and out like a small cock. I was squeezing her cheeks as I spread them and tonguing her faster and faster. One of her hands went to her pussy and started massaging her clit. She was moaning and I could tell she was close to cumming so I stiffened my tongue and stuck it into her bottom as far as I could and moved it in and out as quickly as possible. I could feel from the movement of her body that her hand was moving faster and faster in her pussy. Suddenly she stiffened and let out a scream that signaled she had cum. I wrapped my arms around her waist to steady her and the side of my face was pushed against her soft bottom making me want to never move.

Eventually, and soon enough I suppose, I stood and turned off the water, and we got out of the shower and sensuously dried each other off. With a twinkle in her eye she said “Your turn,” and led me into the bedroom using my erection as a handle. I lay down on the bed and she crawled between my legs and took the head of my cock in her warm mouth and ran her tongue over it, teasing the tiny hole on top and then sucking it until I was gasping. She then took its entire length in her mouth, something I love, as I looked down and saw the hollows in her cheeks. Her fingers delicately played with my balls as she continued her oral worship and soon my hands were holding her head as I shot down her throat. She greedily swallowed and as I softened in her mouth her tongue flicked the underside of the head, which is very sensitive after I have cum and I had to beg her to stop but she ignored me.

I finally pulled her up onto my chest kissing her deeply tasting myself on her lips. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, a tangle of limbs, and that’s how we woke late in the morning.

We really didn’t feel like getting out of bed but the sun peeking around the shades told us it was a gorgeous day for the beach so we dragged ourselves out of bed and cleaned up, with no further hanky-panky other than my swatting her bottom from time to time. We met our friends at their house and hit the beach where we had a wonderful time lazing in the sun, talking about old times, future plans and anything else that popped up. We went back to the house for dinner and afterwards said our goodbyes. I wanted to go to the hotel and relax because I intended to leave late, around 1:00 am to avoid the usual end of weekend traffic crush that would greet us in the morning. I would drive while she slept.

When we got back we undressed and lay in bed just stroking each other and talking about nothing in particular. She lay with her head on my stomach and was playing with my nipples. I was running my hands along her back and then stretched down to pat her bottom, and told her I still needed to spank her with my new hairbrush.

She giggled and said, “Aren’t you too tired?”

I squeezed one of her cheeks and said I’m never too tired to spank this adorable tushy. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled her face deeper as she purposely pinched one of my nipples a little too hard and made me yelp.

“You know you need to be spanked for being such a naughty girl,” I told her, and she shyly said, “Yes, I know.”

I pulled her up kissed her and said it was time for her spanking. She nodded and kissed me deeper. I rolled her over so she lay on two pillows, elevating her bottom. She looked so sexy in this position I leaned forward and kissed one cheek and then the other. She moaned as I massaged her behind, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her bottom hole and the lips of her pussy. I ran my tongue down her cleft and into her pussy where I lingered and tasted her growing wetness. I gave her one last kiss and then got up for the brush.

I lay down next to her so I was looking into her eyes and with my right hand made circular motions with the brush across her bottom. As I looked deep into her eyes I raised the brush and brought it down hard onto her right cheek. She yelped and closed her eyes. I spanked her left check and told her to look at me. She did so and I spanked her right cheek again as we gazed intently into each other’s eyes. I find this very intimate, being face to face while spanking a girl, and it usually heightens her embarrassment and arousal, to look into her spanker’s eyes only a few inches away, feeling naked bodies rubbing against each other. There is a connection that is not present in an over the knee spanking.

After about a dozen spanks to each cheek I placed the cool wood against her hot skin and moved the brush in circles over her bottom. I then put the brush aside and ran my fingers along her cleft and down to her pussy. She was so excited and wet I smiled and she shyly hid her face in the mattress but I told her to look at me and punctuated it with a very hard smack to where her left cheek and thigh met. which made her eyes fly open and produced a yowl.

I continued running my fingers along her pussy and then slid two inside her which made my girl gasp and raise her bottom to allow for deeper penetration. I slid my digits in and out as she became more excited. I removed my wet fingers and held first one up to her mouth, which she greedily sucked, then the second, which she licked dry of her juices. I sighed as her tongue moved over my finger and then got up and moved behind her glowing tush. I spread her legs and knelt close, running my hard cock along her moist slit to wet it and then slapping it on each cheek a few times making a fleshy splatting noise. I like spanking a girl with my cock as it excites us both. I then traced it down her slit once more and slowly dipped just the head into her pussy. I moved the head of my cock teasingly slow in and out causing her to wriggle her bottom and plead with me to fully enter.

I suddenly thrust forward and she squealed in delight as I lay on her back fully sheathed inside her and started rocking my hips so my cock moved slowly back and forth in her velvety prison. I held her hands down as if she were bound, and she moved her hips in concert with mine. We swayed slowly back and forth gradually increasing speed as we neared our climax. I started kissing and biting the soft flesh of her neck and this seemed to push her over the edge. She moaned and then orgasmed bringing me right along as I shot deep inside her with a satisfied groan. I rolled onto my back and looked at her serene and happy face. She opened her eyes and smiled a million dollar smile that made my heart jump. We lay for a while then got up to shower and pack.

We left the hotel late that night, about two in the morning, and on the peaceful drive home she lay with her head on my shoulder in the restful state between sleep and wakefulness. I enjoyed driving through the dark with my girl by my side knowing we had experienced a truly fantastic, almost cosmic two days of sensual bliss that would be hard to repeat.

~Michael