The story of a delightful spanking scene…
I’m a bit sick this month, because it’s winter where I am and my whole team at work have been cheerfully exchanging winter plagues.
I got hit twice, it freaking sucks, and it’s still going on.
However, I did recently write up the story of an excellent scene. It was delightful, and it was fun, and I thoroughly enjoy remembering it.
Hope you enjoy.
First… she made me wait.
I’d sent her a request. I wanted a voice clip. Nothing elaborate, just something acknowledging that she was mine. She could phrase it however she wanted, but I wanted it.
And I got it. I fucking got it. It was exquisite.
But first… she paused, and decided… that she was going to make me wait. She was going to ponder it, and be a little tease.
Are you just? I replied. I see…
In the mean time, good night, precious girl. Sleep well…
And I began to plan. Because now I had an opportunity to make a shared fantasy come to life, and I fucking LOVE making fantasies come to life. It’s one of my things.
Want, take, have.
She didn’t send the voice clip until the next night. That was fine.
After all, it fed my plan.
It was a delicious voice clip, and I thoroughly enjoyed it… the way I could hear her shaping her lips around every single word. Quiet, intimate, deliberate…Wondering what effect it would have on me…
I enjoyed the message a few times, and then asked if she was up for a bit of kink the next night. She was. I requested a particular skirt.
When I arrived, I was wearing a black, button up dress shirt, solid boots, dark pants. We reconnected for awhile, went out for a delightful social dinner, walked back, and I had her change into her skirt and meet me in a warm dimly lit room, a handy bed present.
I started out stern. Each sentence crisp, scolding.
“All right, young lady… it’s time for us to have a little talk. Come here. Feet in front of this line.”
She did so immediately. Cheeks pink, giggling nervously.
“That’s right. Feet apart, hands clasped behind your back. Look down at your feet.”
That was goddamn cute. Eyes downcast, still pink. Adorable, even.
My voice became quieter, more measured… but with an amused, sadistic little tone in it. I began rolling up my shirt sleeves, finishing just above the elbow, my forearms and hands free, unencumbered.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl.” I paused.
“You decided to make me wait… you decided you were going to be a tease….
And that’s fine, pet. You can do that.”
My tone was still stern, still scolding, but this edge of amused dark delight was most definitely coming through now. I could feel my smile, and it was wicked. I stepped forward, raised her chin with one finger, and breathed into her ear.
“But that sort of decision has… consequences.”
She inhaled. She may have moaned a little.
“It was a delightful little voice clip, pet. I’m going to treasure it. I’ve listened to it several times.” I paused again.
“But unfortunately, pet… you caused a lot of tension to build up in me… all day…. and that kind of tension doesn’t just go away.” There was a quiet, slightly savage growl in my voice now. “You’ve created these consequences… and now you’re going to help me work out that tension.”
I took her wrists, holding them in one hand and enjoying her little gasp, and led her to the bed. I sat, pulled her down across my knee, then repositioned her hands behind her back, clasping her wrists again in my grip. My gorgeous girl, right where I wanted her. Over my knee, ass raised high for me.
And with my other hand, I began to raise her skirt.
Ever so slowly… the material grazing, sliding up almost millimeters at a time, caressing the back of her legs as the hem moved towards her ass. I took my time.
I could see goosebumps, and hear little moans. God, I loved the sound of her voice, breathy, whimpering. Excited, scared, and so incredibly turned on. That warm weight resting across my knee, twitching a little as I caressed her. Her slim wrists captured.
Mine.
“I’m going to play with you, young lady. I’m going to draw this out.” I murmured.
I caressed a hand up the back of her thighs. Her skirt still covered her ass… for now.
“I’m going to start spanking you. I’m going to enjoy it. And when I decide, I’m going to have you count the last twenty spanks. I’ll let you know when.”
And I began.
At first, it was a taste. Just a taste. My hand caressing, enjoying those curves built by many hours in the gym. She’d made that happen… fuck that was hot. Not just the shape of her… but that she’d made it fucking happen.
Then, I began to enjoy, bringing my hand down over the skirt, feeling her slight jumps beneath each light spank, the gasps and little cries. Each little bounce beneath my hand.
When the cries grew a little louder, and the tone changed, I’d slow down, caress some more, maybe adjust my aim a little. Her hair became disheveled from the way her head tossed from side to side…. sexily mussed, one might say. Yummy.
I played like that for… maybe ten minutes? Time passed in a flash as I enjoyed her.
Then I began to move the skirt again, sliding it up, exposing that gorgeous ass and the thong separating those now slightly pink cheeks to my view.
“Goodness,” I remarked. “Young lady… you’re so… wet.”
And she was. Gleaming little trails of moisture sliding from beneath the thong. I let a finger slide down, caressing… yes, that thong was absolutely sodden.
She gave a delicious little moan as I stroked her.
“Who does this arse belong to?” I inquired.
She struggled… still not quite able to talk after what I’d been doing to her.
“Tell me, pet. Who do you belong to? Who does this arse belong to?”
“You!” she moaned. “I’m your pet. My arse belongs to you”. Her voice… so much emotion in her voice.
I smiled, all delicious satisfaction. Those words… every time, those words got me right in my fucking soul. I could feel myself hardening.
And then I began to play some more, enjoying the feeling of her naked ass beneath my hand. Soon her cheeks went from pink to red.
I experimented a little. Did I like her legs free, or did I prefer pinning them with one of my legs while I spanked her? Hmm…. both. Both were good, I decided.
Either way, I got the most delicious noises each time I brought my hand down.
Speaking of which, it was becoming apparent she couldn’t take much more. Quite some time had passed, while I enjoyed that intoxicating rush of dominance and submission, and those little cries and gasps were changing again.
“All right, young lady. Now it’s time to count. You’re going to get twenty more… and the last three are going to be quite firm. I want you to count each one.”
I began. There was a muffled noise.
“What was that, young lady?”
“One!” she moaned.
We continued. It was so hard for her! Trying so hard to concentrate, with all that stimulation, her mind overwhelmed with submission and sensation and restraint, all at the same time. So delicious the obedience though… she did very well. I was so proud of her.
I had her right at the very edge of her tolerance by the time we reached twenty. If she could have collapsed further, she would have. I carefully moved her hands out from behind her back, and stroked her now hot and reddened ass as she panted into the bed, caressing her. Petting her. Stroking her back as well.
I felt warm, and satisfied, and so fucking turned on. She’d get a little rest… and then I was going to fucking have her. While she was still tender and sore. She was going to get so many fucking kisses, too…
Her thighs were wet… and I enjoyed a little taste. Yum. What a delicious little snack she was.
“So, little pet. What do you remember next time you decide to make me wait?”
There was a muffled laugh. “Consequences!” she whispered. “God, that word is going to turn me on from now on.”
She wasn’t the only one.
If you enjoyed this, and you’d like to see my process for planning and executing scenes like this one, or any other BDSM scene... feel free to check out my guide on exactly that.
