Spank Night

By Jason Pinaster

Kate has found the man of her dreams. He’s tall, dark, handsome, virile and considerate. There’s just one problem: sex with Cal is vanilla. Top shelf, organic, gourmet, to be sure, but still vanilla. Would he spank her? Not a chance. He would never hurt a flea, let alone her.

But since it’s time to settle down, and since Kate has done much worse in the past, she decides to move in with Cal.

Then, just as she’s resigned herself to never again have her bottom glow red from a good spanking, she discovers that Cal has a kink—he likes to play footsies under the table. Kate’s first move is to tease Cal about his kink. Her second move is to book a special night at a special restaurant. Then she lets her foot do the talking—if you want me to play footsies, I want a rip-roaring spanking!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jun 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463273074

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Spank Night ©2020 Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Other Jason Pinaster: stories of erotic romance with a bite:

Payback

Hide ‘n Seek

Swallow

Chasing: Undercover at Hedonism II

Tickled Back

Spank Night

Spanking turns me on.

Some people say that it demeans me as a woman. I used to try to argue with those people, but now I realize that life’s too short. I don’t know why spanking turns me on. It just does. Or rather it did. It’s been more than a year since my bottom has been glowing red. It’s been more than a year since I had screamed my orgasm in time with a man’s thighs slapping my burning butt as he pumped passion into me. It’s been a year since I’d fallen in love with Caleb Chaderton.

Caleb—Cal—is tall, half again as tall as me and twice my weight. His hair, equal parts dark brown and red, flows from the top of his head down his cheeks and onto his chin before circling back to his moustache. He’s a manly man: hands big and strong, thin hips, rippling abs, muscular arms, musky scent. Whenever I see him, my insides quiver. But he’s too gentle by half.

Two months ago I tried to get him to spank me, but all I got was a soft pat on my bum.

Afterwards, he’d wanted to apologize. Kate, I hope I didn’t hurt you.

He’d barely warmed my butt, but at least he had called me ‘Kate’; it had taken months to get him to stop addressing me as ‘Katherine’. A lesser man I would have ditched. But Cal was fun—we went dancing at least once a month—and he took me to shows and the finest restaurants. He was generous—he had taken me to Jamaica last winter. We liked to read the same books; when we debated their finer points, he always respected my opinions. And he always held the door open for me.

Cal was attentive to my pleasures in bed, even if he was a bit vanilla. His hands always gently got my motor running while we kissed. Only when I was properly aroused did he touch my breasts, and only when my nipples were obvious and hard did his fingers venture below. Once every few months there were moments of genital kissing, but the moments were too fleeting to be called oral sex. We almost always did it missionary, with him on top. Cal was consistently attentive to my pleasure, always stroking me just right and always waiting until I’d come before ejaculating into me.

So, fun, generous and attentive. I could do worse, I had done worse, far worse. I’d probably do worse again if I ditched Caleb to look for greener pastures. He was so nice to me, I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him. And so, last month I had moved in with Cal. We’re planning to get married. I had seen exciting. Now was the time for warm, safe, and comfortable. I’d reconciled myself to the possibility of never again receiving a good spanking.

Cal had let me re-design his apartment. We’d gone shopping for clothes together, and furniture and groceries. We’d tried to arrange our wedding, but found the process too daunting. Cal hired a fantastic wedding planner who had immediately set the date for six months hence. We argued rarely and when we did, we immediately made up. We still went dancing, but most nights we ate in. Nowadays, we were