He looks as though he loves the way I hesitantly, almost reluctantly accept his outstretched hand. The slight inclination of his head intimates the rest. “Come, darling girl.”
I feel immediately vulnerable, naked and exposed as I drape myself across his waiting lap, the arch of my back and my bottom at his mercy. He sighs heavily. Is it a sign that he knows I trust him, his authority over me in these moments? “Yes, Sir.”
We have stepped over the line. He is in control, and I need that release.
His fingers trace up my spine with a whisper touch to the taper of my neck, then make a slow, sensual descent to the tips of my hair as I shiver with anticipation and he gently sweeps the hair to one side, releasing the soft floral, feminine scent.
I moan with contentment as they curl down the arch of my back and rest a moment in the small of it before the rise of my hips invite his touch. He lingers a while, expectant, almost at the pleasure he too will exact from this sensual act.
I turn my head and smile softly, exposing the tell-tale smile across my lips. I exhale in a heated rush as my heartbeat races and the burn of a flush appears in my cheeks. His hand, now resting full and reassuringly large and heavy across the cheeks of my derriere quietly centers my attention there. I relax, there’s no place I’d rather be in these moments, and his returning smile confirms he feels the same.
I lift my hips, just slightly, but he sighs, his body accepting my silent invitation.
We have symbiosis, this man and I. There’s a connection we share that’s supremely intimate yet beyond merely a physical bond. This is right, a good relationship that I instantly know will leave us both sated.
SWAT! SWAT!
The first blows land and immediately the heavy relaxation that evades me in any other situation envelopes me fully.
I am a strong woman who needs to get spanked.
SWAT! SWAT!
There is nowhere for me to run.
SWAT! SWAT!
I need this.
SWAT! SWAT!
He needs this.
SWAT! SWAT!
I can do nothing but surrender my full submission to him.
“Ah, that’s my good girl, let it go!”
SWAT! SWAT!
I surrender fully and release the biting tears.
SWAT! SWAT!
He says. “Give me your pretty tears, darling girl.” So I cry. I cry out all the sorrows inside of me in a heated, heaving flood.
I feel his hand, so firm and warm against the nakedness of my burning flesh caress my curves so gently.
My mind slips away, affording me only the sweetest of sensations.
SWAT! SWAT!
All Yours.
SWAT! SWAT!
I anticipate with relish curling against his warm, loving body as he comforts me in the aftermath, my salty tear-streaked cheek against his solid bare chest, my ear pressed to hear the steady, reliable beat of his heart. He will kiss away my tears and tell me that ‘everything is going to be okay’ and I believe him.
I hear myself murmur ‘spank me,’ as my muscles tense, ready to absorb the next blow and shift on his lap.
…and he says:
“I am going to, darling girl... Amongst other things.”
End
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