She was tied right across the King sized bed by her wrists. Her feet were pulled wide apart and only just touching the floor. She was naked, exposed and helpless.
The spanking was just from one of the men at first, her life partner.
You could see her, already pink cheeks and feel the heat come off them; she had already been used as target practice for the floggers, dragon tails and whips. What was initially a smooth and pert bottom, now had the red lines and ridges of hard contact.
Initially each hit was anticipated and then came the reaction. Her brain was in overtime and her breathing was giving it all the oxygen it needed...
"A hit here. Oow. And a hit there. Ouch!...where will the next one be, how hard...how deep...how often? Breath.No, relax..."
The first man slowed the tempo of the spanking, as if you would when stopping but then the second man took over...and building up again, harder than before. Her body mirrored that exertion with stiffness and squirming, to a point but once the waves of feelings washed over her she became ultimately relaxed and in her space.
The second man used her for a while like this. Changing tempo and exploring every area of her pert bottom and top of her thighs. Cupping his hand, flattening it, short shark slaps and stingy deep ones.
There is a technique of spanking, which is puts huge amounts of power through her behind.
Spanking from the side, one hand is cupped and hits just below where the crease in the buttocks is. The arm hits the other side in just about the same place. The wrist is between both legs directly in the centre. The spank is a hard one and you 'push past', to make it deep and powerful on the legs/buttocks. This makes the bottom ripple and the lips in between vibrate. Then if your wrist gently presses there, every time you hit...its like you meet that vibration and effect it. Leading to an intense experience for both people.
The bed was rock solid so she was experiencing the full force of each impact. Edging her deeper into her happy place.
This slowed too. Her breathing was slow and steady now. She was totally relaxed and the only way she stayed on the bed was the friction from her naked body and the binding of her wrists.
Man number one took over again (he knew her most intimately, what she wanted...more importantly...what she needed), however this time man number 2 mirrored what he was doing on the other side.
She was like a rag doll, almost asleep; so relaxed. Her breathing was the opposite of what was happening to her. As the spanks increased in strength and tempo, her body melted into the bed it slowed, to an ultimate calm. Her thoughts faded into the distance. She wasn't aware of 'doing' any more, she was just 'being'.
She had accepted her fate and truly submitted to the moment. |
