
Originally Posted by
BryansGrrrl
We headed back to his house then, and hung out for a while before heading off to lunch. After lunch we came back to the house and had it to ourselves for a few hours before the birthday guests would arrive.
I barely remember how we started to make love. I remember kissing him, kneeling in front of him as he sat on the couch. I remember the feeling of absolute bliss and lightness. Soon our positions changed and I was bent over his knee. He pulled my pants down and rubbed my ass gently. Then he spanked me. Shock! Awe! Heaven! I know I gasped with the impact. But I was already straining back into his hand for more. I know that every time he pulled his hand back I was readying myself for another blow, raising my hips up, presenting my ass more. And he’d leave his hand there briefly after each blow, caressing me, feeling the warmth that his hands were creating.
I was panting, gasping, wanting. I felt him slip his fingers into me, feeling my wetness, playing with my clit, making me cum for him as he continued to spank me. I was writhing into him, trying to ride his fingers and meet his hand as it came down to slap my ass. He asked if I’d cum and I said, “Yes!” For goodness sake, I’d lost count of how many times I already had! But he said, “No, I don’t think you have” and continued to toy with me, teasing me, making me cum more for him.
He asked me again, and again I said, “Yes, yes”. But he wasn’t satisfied. Then he asked, “Have I spanked you enough? Have you been punished enough?” and I replied, breathlessly “Do YOU think you’ve spanked me enough?” and he said, “Good answer,” and proceeded to spank me, tease me and make me cum more.