"Wake up, Lady" he said in a firm but loving manner. I cracked open my eyes to see that it is still nearly dark outside...I glanced over at the clock. It says 6:15am, sunrise isn't until around 7:20 though. "I have to go potty", I said..."No, follow me" he said as he placed my black satin slippers on my feet.
He lead me to the back door of our Colorado Mountain Cabin. I had been sleeping naked next to him. "It's cold out there honey, and I see you've got clothes on", I said in a quiet whimper of a voice. "We won't be gone long" he said as he opened the door and placed his new brown leather bomber jacket over my shoulders as a soft smile spilled across his face.
I wondered what I looked like, and where we were going. I was butt naked except for this coat and slippers. He lead me down the drive way. I was so afraid of the dark and who knew what animals lurked in this pre-dawn blackness! He walked with full confidence and with a plan. I realized that he has thought this thru. Whatever he was about to do, it was premeditated...that added a heightened level of excitement to my slightly irritated state. We walked down a few curves of the drive way and then he stopped...he lead me off the gravel road and leaned me over a large cold boulder.
The rock was hard and cold as it pressed against my thighs. I was very grateful for the warmth of his bomber jacket as it protected my upper body. I crossed my arms to provide a little pillow under my head. It became clear to me that I was going to be spanked. I reminded him that I still needed to go potty. "You will be free to go potty outside after your much overdue spanking". "If you go while I'm spanking you, you will receive more so I suggest you hold it". I wasn't so thrilled about that as it was VERY cold out and that intensified my need to go even more.
He had either already placed his spanking tool by this boulder or he had brought it out with him when we came. I hadn't seen it in his hands anywhere. Could he REALLY have planned that far in advance? The moment I started to become distracted about who could see us from across the river, the spanking began. *swoosh* It came in...smarting my cold ass! "You my lady have not been a good girl lately...I also have not been good in demanding you to perform your wifely duties." *smack* "This spanking is to get us back into a better more intimate relationship." *swish* "This trip was to be just as much for us in the evening as it is for Isaac" *spank* "I know you are a mother and kids can be distracting at times, but I am to be your first love, you highest priority, your lover" *swat, swat, swat* "From now forward, you will be made to serve me" *swoosh* "You will be sent to bed early after you take a shower or bath." *smack* "I know you have your period, but that is NO excuse, there are still other things we can do." *smack* "I expect you to pleasure me in the way I desire" *swoosh* "Am I clear on my expectations of you?" *swish*
He stood me up...it felt so good to have the warm coat slid down over my burning ass. He sat down on the rock I had just been leaning on. He told me to kneel down in front of him while we talked, he said, "I want you to be submissive and I think this position will help you understand my authority and leadership in your life." I'm glad it was still semi-dark out as I grimaced at the thought of kneeling on the gravel. I obediently did as he requested though. Once down, I told him that yes I thought I understood. He told me to repeat to him what he was expecting of me. I said that I was to go to our bedroom when he wanted me to in the evening. I was expected to clean and prepare myself for him...for our sexual encounter....whatever that would look like for the evening. He was to be my first priority and love, and although he knew that I was busy being a good mom, I needed to remember to keep my relational priorities in line!
I had to go to the bathroom SO bad. I finally asked him if we were finished so that I could go. He responded, "No, we are not quite finished yet, but since you have been a good girl and have held it for so long I will allow you to go now." I started to stand up, but instead of helping me up, he pushed me back down. I looked up at him confused. "You will crawl on your hands and knees over into the sandy area over there. There you may go potty like a proper kitty would go." I looked at him....this was SO unlike him to be like this. "Go on now...get busy!"
Something about being talked to like an animal was demeaning but also exhilerating! I crawled over, painful twinges raced up arms and legs as the gravel and sand mixture was pressed into my hands and knees. After crawling a few paces, I stopped and rocked forward onto my straightened arms, pressing my kitty close to the ground. I could almost feel the gravel against my hairless pubic bone. I relaxed and the urine flowed out freely. I reached down and pulled up his coat since I could feel slight splashes of the urine against my thighs and didn't want to get any on his coat. I finished and looked at him. He was standing there examining me with a smile on his face and a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. "Stand back up now and lean over the rock again lady and we will finish this up.". I did as I was told and received 10 more spankings. "Now we are done, and as long as you understand and obey my rules from here out no more spankings should be necessary this trip."
We walked back to the house, hand in hand. He opened the door for me, and led me back to the bedroom. I slid his coat off of my arms and let it drop in a heavy head on the floor. I took off my slippers and crawled back into bed. I wanted to just cover up, but he laid down next to me and rubbed cream into my ass. It did feel amazing though so I humped my hips up into the warmth of his touch. I really sensed his love for me. I was so thankful he cared enough for me, no for us to take matters into his own hands and my ass.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
I awaken to his touch. His warm slightly rough fingers are inching their way up my spine. Slowly, he walks them up my vertebrate one at a time. The room is warmed by the heater and the sun is starting to peek it's rays up thru the atmosphere changing the darkness of night into the morn. I lay still, debating pushing his hand aside. His fingers continue, though now instead of walking them up my spine, he is using more pressure. He starts to make small circular motions, a morning massage. I realize that his hands are oiled...it's then that I smell the sweet aroma of coconut. I realize that he is rubbing me down with our coconut oil! I wonder when he got that...a smile crosses my lips. I LOVE it when he plans things ahead of time! Busted, he heard my saliva as my lips parted. "Good morning Lady" he whispers into my ear as he kisses and nibbles on the fleshy lobe. Chills race up my spine, sending a flood of goosebumps cascading across my entire body. He moves in close to warm me up and I feel his cock, hard and wet press against my ass cheeks. I tense up and worry about what he's got in mind. He is so aware of my body and desires that he whispers, "relax, I'm not going to take your ass...I wanted to feel your body and this morning is about you my Lady...I know what you need". I don't know how to feel about this. Doesn't quite seem fair...I shouldn't be the only one to cum, but I am floored at his sincerely generous love and care for my sexual needs. He's taking his leadership role seriously.
The coconut oil is warm and slippery now. I fear the sheets are being ruined from the oil, but decide to push that thought aside as it feels AMAZING! My mind remembers back to years ago when he played with me with a stick of cold butter. That was an unbelievable experience...I love it when we play with food and the butter left everything slippery. Nothing like being penetrated by a hard stick of butter, but feeling it melt deep inside. Maybe someday we would do that again.
Back in the moment, I roll over and he begins to rub my breasts. Deep and sensual. The fragrance of coconut reminds me of the islands. I want to go back to Hawaii, to be his sex slave, to be sexually free from restraints...no kids, no cooking, no worries. I want to live dangerously, to be openly kinky in a place where we know no one. We can pretend to be people that we are not. My breasts are throbbing from his deep massage, that's how I like it. He kisses me and then while my eyes are still closed he places a square of dark chocolate into my mouth and tells me to be suck it quietly. At the same time his fingers quickly slide down my tummy and slip almost IMMEDIATELY into my kitty. The mix of so many sensual experiences are almost overwhelming! The taste of chocolate melting, dripping slowly down the back of my throat...the smell of tropical coconut...the sight of my oiled body catching the rays of sun peeking into our window... the sound of my kitty filled with sex juice as his fingers course in and out. I fight hard to not bite the chocolate, I moan off the temptation. He presses in against me as his fingers ram in deeper. I can hold out no longer, I release myself...passion swells, toes curl, thighs squeeze in, and my chest rises off the bed as I cum. Sweet elation fills me, amazing to wake up to this!
As I laid there, he rolls me over onto my tummy. He gently lifts my hips and slid in our heart shaped sex pillow. I'm still breathing deeply, recovering from my orgasm. He then hands me my stuffed kitty. It would be something for me to squeeze or scream into while being spanked. We call my twat my kittty, so this soft floppy stuffed kitty is a GREAT reminder to me thru out the day as I see it on our bed. I am his sexual mate. It is important for me to remember my role. He proceedes to spread my legs apart as I hear the buckles, I'm in the spreader bar. So now I'm laying tummy down the center of the bed, my hands are clutching the stuffed kitty, my hips are elevated, and my legs spread wide. He starts smearing coconut oil over my ass cheeks, rubbing it deeply into the fleshy mounds, squeezing and massaging it in. He mentions to me that he read that an oiled ass feels spankings in a different way. He's researching how to spank me better I am a lucky lady to be loved in this way. However, I'm already bruised from my Birthday Spankings, so this massage alone is causing me to flinch. Yet I lay there, enjoying it. I love that he's taking control, and I LOVE that he has already assured me he is NOT taking my ass. SO, I can relax, and take whatever is coming.
He said he woke up wanting to pleasure me then assert his dominence again over me. I am his lady, and he is my Sir. I didn't even pay attention to what tool he used to spank me. I think he used a couple of different ones quite honestly. I didn't want to look, I didn't to talk, I didn't want to fight it. I pressed my hips down into the pillow. It only gave a little under the pressure and weight of my body. I could feel my juices overflowing my kitty and imagined how they looked against the pillow....I'm sure it was all visible to Sir since the spreader bar was set at it's widest. There was no way to fight the spanks. I grabbed my stuffed kitty and squeezed her hard, I buried my face in her soft fur and let out a deep long sigh. Wow, she smells like my REAL kitty. I think she got too close the last time I was so wet. I smell my scent on her which lights another fire inside of me! After a while he stops spanking me. He crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to walk his fingers up my spine. Slowly one finger at a time....
I love him so much....it's Tuesday...our night to be alone. My kitty cries for more, but my day needed to start. He kisses me, touches my face, smiles at me and says, "Good morning my Lady, I hope your day is WONDERFUL!" He removes the spreader bar, and we snuggle for a brief moment before I hear the kids in the hall. Ahhh....tonight there would be more....the countdown begins.
The coconut oil is warm and slippery now. I fear the sheets are being ruined from the oil, but decide to push that thought aside as it feels AMAZING! My mind remembers back to years ago when he played with me with a stick of cold butter. That was an unbelievable experience...I love it when we play with food and the butter left everything slippery. Nothing like being penetrated by a hard stick of butter, but feeling it melt deep inside. Maybe someday we would do that again.
Back in the moment, I roll over and he begins to rub my breasts. Deep and sensual. The fragrance of coconut reminds me of the islands. I want to go back to Hawaii, to be his sex slave, to be sexually free from restraints...no kids, no cooking, no worries. I want to live dangerously, to be openly kinky in a place where we know no one. We can pretend to be people that we are not. My breasts are throbbing from his deep massage, that's how I like it. He kisses me and then while my eyes are still closed he places a square of dark chocolate into my mouth and tells me to be suck it quietly. At the same time his fingers quickly slide down my tummy and slip almost IMMEDIATELY into my kitty. The mix of so many sensual experiences are almost overwhelming! The taste of chocolate melting, dripping slowly down the back of my throat...the smell of tropical coconut...the sight of my oiled body catching the rays of sun peeking into our window... the sound of my kitty filled with sex juice as his fingers course in and out. I fight hard to not bite the chocolate, I moan off the temptation. He presses in against me as his fingers ram in deeper. I can hold out no longer, I release myself...passion swells, toes curl, thighs squeeze in, and my chest rises off the bed as I cum. Sweet elation fills me, amazing to wake up to this!
As I laid there, he rolls me over onto my tummy. He gently lifts my hips and slid in our heart shaped sex pillow. I'm still breathing deeply, recovering from my orgasm. He then hands me my stuffed kitty. It would be something for me to squeeze or scream into while being spanked. We call my twat my kittty, so this soft floppy stuffed kitty is a GREAT reminder to me thru out the day as I see it on our bed. I am his sexual mate. It is important for me to remember my role. He proceedes to spread my legs apart as I hear the buckles, I'm in the spreader bar. So now I'm laying tummy down the center of the bed, my hands are clutching the stuffed kitty, my hips are elevated, and my legs spread wide. He starts smearing coconut oil over my ass cheeks, rubbing it deeply into the fleshy mounds, squeezing and massaging it in. He mentions to me that he read that an oiled ass feels spankings in a different way. He's researching how to spank me better I am a lucky lady to be loved in this way. However, I'm already bruised from my Birthday Spankings, so this massage alone is causing me to flinch. Yet I lay there, enjoying it. I love that he's taking control, and I LOVE that he has already assured me he is NOT taking my ass. SO, I can relax, and take whatever is coming.
He said he woke up wanting to pleasure me then assert his dominence again over me. I am his lady, and he is my Sir. I didn't even pay attention to what tool he used to spank me. I think he used a couple of different ones quite honestly. I didn't want to look, I didn't to talk, I didn't want to fight it. I pressed my hips down into the pillow. It only gave a little under the pressure and weight of my body. I could feel my juices overflowing my kitty and imagined how they looked against the pillow....I'm sure it was all visible to Sir since the spreader bar was set at it's widest. There was no way to fight the spanks. I grabbed my stuffed kitty and squeezed her hard, I buried my face in her soft fur and let out a deep long sigh. Wow, she smells like my REAL kitty. I think she got too close the last time I was so wet. I smell my scent on her which lights another fire inside of me! After a while he stops spanking me. He crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to walk his fingers up my spine. Slowly one finger at a time....
I love him so much....it's Tuesday...our night to be alone. My kitty cries for more, but my day needed to start. He kisses me, touches my face, smiles at me and says, "Good morning my Lady, I hope your day is WONDERFUL!" He removes the spreader bar, and we snuggle for a brief moment before I hear the kids in the hall. Ahhh....tonight there would be more....the countdown begins.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
My Beginning
"How old are you now?" Sir asked. Lady answers in a timid quiet voice, "38". He had mentioned a few days ago that her Birthday meant she would be receiving Birthday spankings.
The day was warm and sunny. It started with the traditional gift exchange and then normal household errands. The relationship between Sir and Lady had been strained lately, she wasn't looking forward to the plan of spending the afternoon/evening together. Sir seemed distant, more like a stranger living in her house, sleeping in her bed. However, they were registered for an Erotic Talk Class. They would be going.
Thankfully, as they drove there was an opportunity to clear the air. The conversation was sweet. The words, though hard to say, seemed to fall on his open ears. Sir seemed to hear Lady's heart as she tried to communicate her needs and desires. Out the car window, the sun made the leaves almost glow on the trees as the wind blew them off and they twirled and swirled in the air floating aimlessly to the ground without a care in the word. It seemed to lady that like those leaves, the things she said freed her emotions. Her hard outer shell had begun to crack open.
Being her Birthday she had decided to not worry about her weight. She wanted to live free, yet another way she was relinquishing control. Lunch was succulant beef layered in a paper lined basket. It was warm and fatty; bursting with flavor. They laughed over lunch as Sir was served his beer in a large tumbler glass. It felt amazing...releasing even more tension. Her shell was nearly open.
After lunch, they went for drinks. Lady threw caution to the wind as she ordered two drinks. A tart one that made her lips pucker up and then feeling a bit chilly she ordered a warm coffee concoction that was specially created for her by the bartender. Lady brought up their sexuality. Sir was eager to create a new plan for scheduled intimate time, it was something they had needed for a long time. Now three times a week time would be reserved for each other. They would be intentional about being physical. The drinks relaxed Lady more as the cares of the world quickly slid away and the best portion of the day was yet to come!
After another stop, they checked into their class. Nervously excited they were told to wait in the store until the instructor was ready. For the first time Lady browsed the kinky section long and slow. She picked up books and thumbed thru them...finding great interest in the spanking theme. Remembering in her mind the threat of Birthday Spankings. Would Sir remember? Would he give them? How would they feel? Lady enjoyed glancing across the store to see that Sir was investing the photo books. A warm smile spilled across her face, and a twinge spread thru her body lingering for a moment in her kitty. Sir had been experimenting with photography and Lady knew that he was looking at the photos for ideas. She loved to be his model and was working very hard to create a body that he loved to snap into the pages of his mind.
They were called to class and learned new creative ways to express their sexual thoughts and ideas in a verbal manner. During class Lady learned many new things and came up with thoughts of ways to expand her sexual horizons. She suggested buying some erotica that she would read and then re-write for the two of them. Lady encouraged Sir to buy a photo book to be used as a text book of sorts for them to create their photos. New photos would soon be taken of her to showcase the new body.
At dinner over a bottle of wine Sir and Lady exchanged their highlights from the class. Sir kept pouring Lady more wine. It was cold and sweet in her mouth even though she did NOT like the glass. In fact, there were many things that could have distracted the moment, the mood...yet a mix of the sexual anticipation, the transparent conversation, the libations, the food continued to heighten and elevate the suspense for the remainder of the evening. Lady didn't want this night to ever end! When their meal was finished, she had to lean HEAVILY on Sir as he led her from the restaurant. Being at a much lower weight in combination with the fact that she had not drunk in several months, the wine had created an extreme flush over her body. She loved feeling safe and cared for by her Sir.
They even stopped for another drink on the way home and Lady felt AMAZING at this point. Joyous relaxation filled her inner being. Her fingers tingled as she relished the sensation of her numb cheeks. Sir warned of the evenings plans...the spanking. Lady wanted more, she wanted it all yet Sir was excited to get her home. She trusted that he knew best and obediently left with him.
At home Lady was a limp noodle, left pliable in Sir's hands. She was his to be used for his pleasure. He undressed her as she looked into the mirror. He removed her jewelry...cautiously he took out her earrings, a first for him. She stood quietly, eyes closed due to the impending anticipation and their heaviness from the mix of alcohol. She felt safe in Sir's care. He unclasped her necklace and running his hands down the curves of her body he raised her shirt up and over her head revealing her lace bra. He released the closure and freed her supple breasts to fall softly from their upright position. He undid her pants and as he slid them down her legs her kitty began to pant. Once her panties were off, Sir told her to stay by the mirror and play until she was called. With trepidation and an awkward shyness she allowed her fingers to mingle around the edges of her hairless kitty. With one hand steadying herself against the counter, her eyes closed in the ever building anticipation, she used her other hand to gentle seperate her kitty's lips and with great ease slipped her finger in. It slid in quickly as the moisture was unleashed from the deep cavern where it had been held.
"Ok, come here" Sir said. She exited the bathroom to find him upon the bed. He pulled her down over his knee, his left thigh parting her legs. She laid her chest down upon the bed and glanced to the edge of the bed to see the large wooden spoon. He had chosen it to be the tool this evening. Twinges of excitement raced thru her body. Did he feel her kitty tense up and juices drip out? Even as this was happening Sir had seperated her ass cheeks, first in an investigative sort of way, then clearly it was to see his way for he placed against her rosebud hole a cooper plug. She would be lubbed, plugged, spanked, and ultimately taken this evening. His sexual tension could barely be held back a moment longer. Yet, he pressed on to do his duty...the very thing that he had longed to do....the spanking began. He was firm and to the point. "You will count...all 38" he said.
The first few strikes were loud. The smack of wood against flesh and muscle. Her kitty flinching and dripping....how she wanted to grind down against his thigh. It seemed that the first few were painful, her ass not used to the sensation of being controlled by his power. A plug internally stimulating her and his power externally controlling her. His manhood control dominating her limp feminine body. Yet the powerful love between them was clearly evident.... his resolve to be a Strong Leader, her resolve to be the submissive woman she was called to be.
After 10 swats, he stopped for a break. How she longed for a long break, a chance to catch her breath. Would Sir command her to corner time? Would she be made to humble herself to his watchful gaze from a distance as she waited patiently for him to call her back? *SMACK* No, it was time to move on. Swats twenty thru thirty seemed almost unbearable for her. He didn't let up, he didn't waver, he was not moved with compassion for THIS is what he set out for, THIS was what she needed, THIS was what he would do. A man of his word. At times she struggled to get away...he would wait for her to settle in before continuing. Usually he would give a stern warning to lay down or receive more. But for tonight, he let her struggle.
After ten more, another brief break occurred only to swiftly be followed with the final eight. Then, as he was done, she spoke up, "what did you say at the bar?" "Oh...that's right" he replied, "Two more". She had offended him or had spoken out of turn at the final bar and he had told her that she would receive two more. Their relationship was one of true trust. She LONGS for him to be the Strong Leader and is willing to help him acheive that position. Perhaps in time he will perfect a system to keep track of her impeeding infractions.
Without any pomp and circumstance, when the Birthday Spankings were done, he told her to roll over and proceeded to remove the plug and slip his hard cock deep into her ass. His dominion was almost animal like. He had waited all evening for this! His Lady was so limp and ready for him to assert his power. It fed his ego creating an even deeper passion to well up. He enjoyed the sensations, her tight ass squeezing his cock. His recent thoughts over spanking her into a new year. Her moans of exhaustion and excitement all wrapped up into one package and he finally climaxed deep into her abyss. Sending torrential waves of ectasy thru his body. Pulsing from his toes to his head and down again. He sank his cock deep, arching back and forth steading himself against his Lady. He finished unloading, only to replug her. Again love, intimacy, power, submission, connection on every level seemed to course thru the air. These two were special.
After he helped her climax, they laid there together. So grateful for this time to be alone, they had connected thru ways that the world would deem kinky or wrong. Yet, she loved being wrapped in his arms of safety and as she drifted off to sleep she hoped that this was ONLY the beginning of a whole new start for them. Sir, Lady and her kitty would all get along very well.
The day was warm and sunny. It started with the traditional gift exchange and then normal household errands. The relationship between Sir and Lady had been strained lately, she wasn't looking forward to the plan of spending the afternoon/evening together. Sir seemed distant, more like a stranger living in her house, sleeping in her bed. However, they were registered for an Erotic Talk Class. They would be going.
Thankfully, as they drove there was an opportunity to clear the air. The conversation was sweet. The words, though hard to say, seemed to fall on his open ears. Sir seemed to hear Lady's heart as she tried to communicate her needs and desires. Out the car window, the sun made the leaves almost glow on the trees as the wind blew them off and they twirled and swirled in the air floating aimlessly to the ground without a care in the word. It seemed to lady that like those leaves, the things she said freed her emotions. Her hard outer shell had begun to crack open.
Being her Birthday she had decided to not worry about her weight. She wanted to live free, yet another way she was relinquishing control. Lunch was succulant beef layered in a paper lined basket. It was warm and fatty; bursting with flavor. They laughed over lunch as Sir was served his beer in a large tumbler glass. It felt amazing...releasing even more tension. Her shell was nearly open.
After lunch, they went for drinks. Lady threw caution to the wind as she ordered two drinks. A tart one that made her lips pucker up and then feeling a bit chilly she ordered a warm coffee concoction that was specially created for her by the bartender. Lady brought up their sexuality. Sir was eager to create a new plan for scheduled intimate time, it was something they had needed for a long time. Now three times a week time would be reserved for each other. They would be intentional about being physical. The drinks relaxed Lady more as the cares of the world quickly slid away and the best portion of the day was yet to come!
After another stop, they checked into their class. Nervously excited they were told to wait in the store until the instructor was ready. For the first time Lady browsed the kinky section long and slow. She picked up books and thumbed thru them...finding great interest in the spanking theme. Remembering in her mind the threat of Birthday Spankings. Would Sir remember? Would he give them? How would they feel? Lady enjoyed glancing across the store to see that Sir was investing the photo books. A warm smile spilled across her face, and a twinge spread thru her body lingering for a moment in her kitty. Sir had been experimenting with photography and Lady knew that he was looking at the photos for ideas. She loved to be his model and was working very hard to create a body that he loved to snap into the pages of his mind.
They were called to class and learned new creative ways to express their sexual thoughts and ideas in a verbal manner. During class Lady learned many new things and came up with thoughts of ways to expand her sexual horizons. She suggested buying some erotica that she would read and then re-write for the two of them. Lady encouraged Sir to buy a photo book to be used as a text book of sorts for them to create their photos. New photos would soon be taken of her to showcase the new body.
At dinner over a bottle of wine Sir and Lady exchanged their highlights from the class. Sir kept pouring Lady more wine. It was cold and sweet in her mouth even though she did NOT like the glass. In fact, there were many things that could have distracted the moment, the mood...yet a mix of the sexual anticipation, the transparent conversation, the libations, the food continued to heighten and elevate the suspense for the remainder of the evening. Lady didn't want this night to ever end! When their meal was finished, she had to lean HEAVILY on Sir as he led her from the restaurant. Being at a much lower weight in combination with the fact that she had not drunk in several months, the wine had created an extreme flush over her body. She loved feeling safe and cared for by her Sir.
They even stopped for another drink on the way home and Lady felt AMAZING at this point. Joyous relaxation filled her inner being. Her fingers tingled as she relished the sensation of her numb cheeks. Sir warned of the evenings plans...the spanking. Lady wanted more, she wanted it all yet Sir was excited to get her home. She trusted that he knew best and obediently left with him.
At home Lady was a limp noodle, left pliable in Sir's hands. She was his to be used for his pleasure. He undressed her as she looked into the mirror. He removed her jewelry...cautiously he took out her earrings, a first for him. She stood quietly, eyes closed due to the impending anticipation and their heaviness from the mix of alcohol. She felt safe in Sir's care. He unclasped her necklace and running his hands down the curves of her body he raised her shirt up and over her head revealing her lace bra. He released the closure and freed her supple breasts to fall softly from their upright position. He undid her pants and as he slid them down her legs her kitty began to pant. Once her panties were off, Sir told her to stay by the mirror and play until she was called. With trepidation and an awkward shyness she allowed her fingers to mingle around the edges of her hairless kitty. With one hand steadying herself against the counter, her eyes closed in the ever building anticipation, she used her other hand to gentle seperate her kitty's lips and with great ease slipped her finger in. It slid in quickly as the moisture was unleashed from the deep cavern where it had been held.
"Ok, come here" Sir said. She exited the bathroom to find him upon the bed. He pulled her down over his knee, his left thigh parting her legs. She laid her chest down upon the bed and glanced to the edge of the bed to see the large wooden spoon. He had chosen it to be the tool this evening. Twinges of excitement raced thru her body. Did he feel her kitty tense up and juices drip out? Even as this was happening Sir had seperated her ass cheeks, first in an investigative sort of way, then clearly it was to see his way for he placed against her rosebud hole a cooper plug. She would be lubbed, plugged, spanked, and ultimately taken this evening. His sexual tension could barely be held back a moment longer. Yet, he pressed on to do his duty...the very thing that he had longed to do....the spanking began. He was firm and to the point. "You will count...all 38" he said.
The first few strikes were loud. The smack of wood against flesh and muscle. Her kitty flinching and dripping....how she wanted to grind down against his thigh. It seemed that the first few were painful, her ass not used to the sensation of being controlled by his power. A plug internally stimulating her and his power externally controlling her. His manhood control dominating her limp feminine body. Yet the powerful love between them was clearly evident.... his resolve to be a Strong Leader, her resolve to be the submissive woman she was called to be.
After 10 swats, he stopped for a break. How she longed for a long break, a chance to catch her breath. Would Sir command her to corner time? Would she be made to humble herself to his watchful gaze from a distance as she waited patiently for him to call her back? *SMACK* No, it was time to move on. Swats twenty thru thirty seemed almost unbearable for her. He didn't let up, he didn't waver, he was not moved with compassion for THIS is what he set out for, THIS was what she needed, THIS was what he would do. A man of his word. At times she struggled to get away...he would wait for her to settle in before continuing. Usually he would give a stern warning to lay down or receive more. But for tonight, he let her struggle.
After ten more, another brief break occurred only to swiftly be followed with the final eight. Then, as he was done, she spoke up, "what did you say at the bar?" "Oh...that's right" he replied, "Two more". She had offended him or had spoken out of turn at the final bar and he had told her that she would receive two more. Their relationship was one of true trust. She LONGS for him to be the Strong Leader and is willing to help him acheive that position. Perhaps in time he will perfect a system to keep track of her impeeding infractions.
Without any pomp and circumstance, when the Birthday Spankings were done, he told her to roll over and proceeded to remove the plug and slip his hard cock deep into her ass. His dominion was almost animal like. He had waited all evening for this! His Lady was so limp and ready for him to assert his power. It fed his ego creating an even deeper passion to well up. He enjoyed the sensations, her tight ass squeezing his cock. His recent thoughts over spanking her into a new year. Her moans of exhaustion and excitement all wrapped up into one package and he finally climaxed deep into her abyss. Sending torrential waves of ectasy thru his body. Pulsing from his toes to his head and down again. He sank his cock deep, arching back and forth steading himself against his Lady. He finished unloading, only to replug her. Again love, intimacy, power, submission, connection on every level seemed to course thru the air. These two were special.
After he helped her climax, they laid there together. So grateful for this time to be alone, they had connected thru ways that the world would deem kinky or wrong. Yet, she loved being wrapped in his arms of safety and as she drifted off to sleep she hoped that this was ONLY the beginning of a whole new start for them. Sir, Lady and her kitty would all get along very well.
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