Being all arse for Ken was something really different, I’ll explain why but that’s how he said he wanted me. Every day he chooses to spank, cane, paddle or belt me now, according to his mood on a given day. Sometimes I have felt them all beat my arse. It bloody hurt at first but, given the magic of sexual stimulation, it is part and parcel of our very real relationship now.

“I simply adore you in tight torn jeans, Pete. You know how that turns me on, how I love to see that arse jangle and jingle as I give it what it deserves.” I usually pulled my jeans into my crutch, as that’s how he liked it -- for me to bend over the arm of the settee, pushing my arse up high for him to take a good sniff of me. It was all very wonderful and was to become needed and anticipated, even though always given the initial sting and soreness, it was all wonderfully worth it for what he did to me afterwards, and feeling my bum cheeks grow numb as he beat me, I knew it gave him so much joy to do that.  I could tell from his expression as I turned to glance and catch his eyes as he came down on me. The noise of the thrashing, everything, all combined to give me a rich feeling of being needed and wanted in every way. And when afterwards he massaged that cream into me, it was the absolute thrill of feeling my fresh spanked and beaten ass respond, feeling the touch of his fingers and hands as he rubbed them all over, and in between to squeeze and enjoy my cock and balls, feeling his finger move into my hole as I swayed to get that certain feeling of him fingerfucking me.

Sometimes he liked me to bend for him in boxer shorts, sometimes girls panties and occasionally bare arse. Which all added to the pleasure.  He loved to suck my cock through girls used panties, saying afterwards it was tasting the best of both worlds, me and his wife’s together. He was bisexual and it gave me an extra thrill to think that I had done that for him in Angela’s panties. (Later we would all share each other for a wonderful afternoon of mutual oral delights and mutual fucking, every way each way, butthat’s another story I will need to take time with, to enhance the vibes of arousal).

Ken liked for me to smother him also once I’d had my punishment. He said it was heaven to feel the utter heat of my freshly spanked arse against his face, that he craved for me to sit on his face, him spread-eagled on the carpet, me crouched and spread over him, stretching my cheeks wide apart so he could wedge his bony nose between and feeling his busy tongue do things there and the sound of his mouth as he sucked me. He spent ages doing that, another thing to which I had become accustomed after the