Bare
“I’m going to spank you by hand first to warm your bottom. Are you ready?”
I could hear his words but I couldn’t listen as his hand began to gently stroke up and down the side of my thigh; light, gentle strokes that shot jolts of electricity shooting through me. His voice was deep and stern. The first smack was playful and intended to note my level of tolerance. My body exceled deeply and his hand slammed down, hard, again leaving a tingling sting that shot down both legs. Each time he meticulously sought, found, raised, and then came down with such a force that my cries could be mistaken as a warning but the pain was energizing. I shivered with the realization of that this was just the beginning, the warm-up.
“Yes, daddy.”
I loved to be spanked. It was addicting.
It was all I could think about most days…to be pulled over a man’s lap, my panties yanked down to my ankles or ripped off completely. I know he loves seeing me in that position, legs stretched and taut, my pussy peeking out underneath and my bare ass and little asshole reporting specifically to his eyes. And each time he spanks me, I moisten and desire to submit more and more…to him. The way he slowly follows each curve of my round ass assures me he’s going to punish it properly. Punish his property.
“As I spank you, I want you to think about your brattiness and how you are going to eliminate that.”
I felt something rest on my ass. I could hear the clinking of his buckle and realized that he had taken off his belt. I had melted into a complete puddle of submission while he traced the leather against my bare bottom. He traced up and down the crease of my ass to let me know it was all his. In return, I purposefully lowered from all fours onto my chest, out stretched my arms, parted my legs widely and lifted my ass perfectly up. This pleased him as he groaned loudly and grabbed one cheek violently and kneaded it. His circles, the honing in of his target was mesmerizing, but more importantly, intensely reassuring.
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“Yes daddy.”
Seek, raise…SLAP! Continuously my ass became tender and sore. I stayed still as best I could. The heat and fire of his belt drove every thought in my head away. In deep space, my mind was flying, but my body was right there.
Seek, raise…SLAP! Searing, the fire of each slap branded the surface, quickly dissolving into the muscle. During his rub, circle and smacks, my teeth would grit, desperately trying not to cry.
Seek, raise…SLAP! My back arched, pulling my head up…pulling my entire body up. The belt bit into me again and again. I could feel each welt raise and be covered with a new one. I closed my eyes.
Seek, raise…SLAP! I couldn’t help but crying softly in between panting, squeezing my fists tight. It felt like a million bee stings coursing thru the crease between my cheeks and hamstrings. A few tears pierced my eyes had managed to drop from my cheek.
Chills washed down my spine as his lips lightly brushed in my ear.
“Good girl. You’ve had enough.”
He slowly kissed each red, raised welt on my ass as he admired his work. Progressing his way up my back. Each kiss was soft, gentle, connected. As his head arrived at mine, he took his hand and pulled me down on my side on the bed. His fingers entering my soaked pussy at the same time his dick entered my asshole. I couldn’t fathom anymore of what happened after immediately feeling a wave rush over my entire body and my pelvic area becoming so sensitive that my legs went numb.
“Thank you daddy.”
