Spanking good sex
Smack! That was the sound of the clean, sharp spank delivered by my hand to his ass.
"I can't hear you. Say it louder." I commanded as he struggled against me, clearly enjoying our foray into the kind of sex that can be as much of a mindfuck as it can be a regular fuck.
“yes. I liked that.”
Mild spanking was nothing new. I often slapped his ass as it rose and fell in between my legs while we fucked. Or during foreplay.
Tonight was different. Something ignited inside of me. The kind of thing that I always knew I had the capacity for, but had not presented itself in a way connected to sex. I’ve often glimpsed fragments of myself that would seem to translate into being a good domme. Now, everything was coming to the surface, and manifesting itself on his adorable ass cheeks.
I have no idea exactly what one thing helped me break that barrier, allowing me to sensualize my natural dominance.
Perhaps it was the way that his answer was muffled. Or maybe he didn’t sounds as enthusiastic as he could’ve, given the obvious pleasure he was feeling.
“Tell me one more time. And say it right!”
He seemed to be intrigued by the turn of events. And excited, his cock swollen, hips moving and straining towards me. “I liked it.”
“You can’t touch me until you say it properly.”
He tensed his body, which was writhing with pleasure and pain and impatience. Lord, did he want to fuck me. “I liked being spanked and touched by you Mistress. I want more.”
And more you shall get, I thought to myself, eyeing the leather paddle that I’d recently purchased.
"I can't hear you. Say it louder." I commanded as he struggled against me, clearly enjoying our foray into the kind of sex that can be as much of a mindfuck as it can be a regular fuck.
“yes. I liked that.”
Mild spanking was nothing new. I often slapped his ass as it rose and fell in between my legs while we fucked. Or during foreplay.
Tonight was different. Something ignited inside of me. The kind of thing that I always knew I had the capacity for, but had not presented itself in a way connected to sex. I’ve often glimpsed fragments of myself that would seem to translate into being a good domme. Now, everything was coming to the surface, and manifesting itself on his adorable ass cheeks.
I have no idea exactly what one thing helped me break that barrier, allowing me to sensualize my natural dominance.
Smack!
Perhaps it was the way that his answer was muffled. Or maybe he didn’t sounds as enthusiastic as he could’ve, given the obvious pleasure he was feeling.
“Tell me one more time. And say it right!”
He seemed to be intrigued by the turn of events. And excited, his cock swollen, hips moving and straining towards me. “I liked it.”
“You can’t touch me until you say it properly.”
He tensed his body, which was writhing with pleasure and pain and impatience. Lord, did he want to fuck me. “I liked being spanked and touched by you Mistress. I want more.”
And more you shall get, I thought to myself, eyeing the leather paddle that I’d recently purchased.
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1 comment:
Wow, what a hot post!
I love it when you you said "You can't touch me until you say it properly." You really understand dominance and power exchange. That was perfect.
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