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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I’ve a real thing for spanking at the moment.
I’d absolutely love to meet someone for a spanking session, to have her arrive, dressed in a short skirt or dress, no words spoken when the door is opened, just me leading her to a room, a single table is in the middle of the room, she places her bag to the side and then places her hands on the table where indicated.
I’d stand to her side, she is slightly bent over due to the nature of the hand positioning. My hand finds the small of her back and slowly I run my hand over the contours of her body, up her back towards her head, letting my fingers run into her hair, raking at her scalp, feeling her shiver as my finger tips run back down her neck and over the material of her clothing.
Finding the curves of her lower back, running my hand over her ass, cupping a cheek, letting my hand run down and over her thighs. Still not a word spoken by either. Lifting her skirt hem up and over her ass, revealing her silk underwear, the softness and smoothness of the fabric tantalising my own fingers and driving my thoughts of what’s to come.
Slowly pulling her knickers down to reveal her bare skin, not taking them lower than the tops of her hips, keeping her pussy slightly covered, but dangerously close to being exposed. Running hands over her naked skin, letting finger tips trail before the expanse of my palm envelops each cheek in turn, caressing and massaging, feeling her legs tremble and lock as she holds her composure.
Whispering gently in her ear the rules that are about to apply, the need to give thanks for each spank, the need to keep count as they are administered to each cheek, a drop in count result in a start over on the given cheek. I’d use my other hand to steady her, a soft kiss on the neck below the ear, soft and delicate, goose bump inducing. And then the start of our count together, the sound of skin against skin ringing through the room, broken by gasps and moans, the tender pain offset by wandering finger tips making that most private and slightly hidden place wetter and more aroused as we proceed.
I wonder if this would appeal to anyone? It’s a long held fantasy of mine, something that in my past I’ve not realised and would love to this year, when things permit of course. |
