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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I have been poibted in the direxrion of the forum to share little of my writing to give you a hint at my inner desires...
You are spankingly mine! (Part One)
The room is quiet, subtle warm candlelight plays upon the walls.
You stand naked, exposed before me. Merely a Blindfold for clothing.
My soft footfalls on the carpet are all that hints at my circling you. Inspecting you, for you are mine.
I seat myself upon a wooden dining chair.
Guiding you by the hand I place you over my knee.
You have been naughty, you know this. Now you must endure the punishment. For I am your Kama. When you stray I shall bring you back in line.
Your body weight rests up my lap as you submit, waiting for the sharp ecstasy that is surely coming as dawn follows night.
Your skin alive, sensitive to every subtle movement of air upon your smooth cheeks. Seeking, sensing the palm that will surely strike soon.
You flinch as fingertips make contact. Tracing across your curves. Exploring, reconnoitring the place to land the first blow. Taking in your almost edible bottom. Admiring the unmarked smooth skin.
For you are mine. This is mine.
A hand upon your shoulder. You catch the sudden subtle intake of breath as I raise my other hand, pause and bring it down upon your sexy arse.
Sharp, stinging pain erupts across your skin. You flinch again. This time in reaction to the sensation spreading like molten lava. Heat building as your body reacts.
Fingertips, again caress your bottom. Tracing around the newly formed hand print. Indelible red against the softer pinks.
For you are mine. This is mine.
Again a pause, as a hand is raised. It falls hard and sharp upon your other cheek. The flinch is more pronounced this time. Anticipation causing your senses to peak.
Fingertips, again stroke across your soft skin. A matching hand print now decorates your other cheek. Your writhing movement upon my lap pleasing me. You are learning your lesson.
For you are mine. This is mine.
In the coming minutes I rain down five more strikes upon each cheek. A pause for reflection marks out each one. Letting us both absorb each wonderful sensation fully before moving on. You deserve your spanking. You have been naughty.
A hand comes to rest upon your shoulder signalling that the punishment is over. Fingertips ever so lightly trip across your bottom, barely making contact.
Soothingly caressing. Strokes running across your lower back, over the sexy curves of your bottom and on down the back of your legs.
Firm controlling hands spread your legs a little. Tender trails are traced by my fingertips up and down your inner thighs. Each journey north coming a little closer. Yet never quite reaching the destination you crave before heading South again. This toing and froing continues for several minutes. Teasingly so close, yet I might as well be tickling your toes.
Stand. Comes the order as you are helped to your uncertain feet.
You stand before me. Wetness pooling between your thighs as warmth builds, swelling in anticipation. Your eyes still impaired by the blindfold. Senses crying out, searching, listening, smelling, feeling for any hint of what is to come next.
Turn around. Another command without ambiguity reaches your ears. You turn to face away from me. No hint or sound of me moving, only the gentle creek of weight moving slightly on the chair.
Bend over.
What now? Surely not more spanking. Your bottom still stings mildly from the punishment.
A hand between your thighs gently and firmly indicates to spread your feet a little further, wider, apart.
Silence fills the air. So noisy in the quiet of the room.
Stillness. What is coming |
