Something for Everyone
by Jeanne
Copyright© 2025 by Jeanne
Erotica Sex Story: A woman and her husband attend a spanking party hosted by her friend, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Cuckold BDSM Humiliation Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Petting Size Nudism .
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 criterion: Everyone had to be attractive (gorgeous women and handsome, sensual 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 at 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 at 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-warning 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.
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