His hands caressed my backside, squeezing gently, each touch sending shivers through my body. He paused as I settled myself fully on the bench, legs slightly apart with knees on the padded supports and my arms resting by the side of my head. All I could see was the feet of the people walking past, occasionally stopping to see what was about to happen.
Thwack! His hand suddenly landed on my left cheek, an involuntary gasp released as the sensation from the initial impact radiated out. Before I could gather my thoughts, his hand landed again, this time on the right cheek. I had no concept of time as he continued his efforts, firm followed by a more gentle smack, targeting one side and then the other, occasionally stopping to knead, stroke and caress me. The heat from the impact spread and sent tingles throughout my body.
More feet stopped to watch, a mixture of shoes and heels, I had no idea who they belonged to but it didn’t matter. Straining my ears, I could hear low murmuring voices as discussions were taking place and comments were made about my reactions. The idea of people watching as my backside turned a shade of red encouraged the wetness between my legs to spread and I became desperate to be touched, wanting to feel his fingers trace along my clit and aching pussy. Instead, I felt nothing. He had paused. I held my breath anticipating the next strike, yearning for it when his gentle voice startled me. “Just making sure you are ok and happy to continue”, he whispered in my ear. I nodded and smiled at him, not trusting my voice or ability to form words. |
