another. "No."
"No
to what, baby?"
"I
don't want a safeword. I want to try to trust you without me being in charge. I
know it's stupid, but…"
"Not
stupid at all. I promise not to take you farther than you can handle on your
first time. I do want to keep you wanting to come back for more."
"And
no sex, right?" Misha began to look nervous.
"Nothing
unless you ask for it. I will need you to communicate with me openly, too. Can
you do that?"
"I
can try."
"This
is your last chance, then. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Misha bit her lower lip and nodded. Alex patted his right knee.
"Excellent. Bend over my lap and put your hands on the floor. Try your
best to keep them there if you can."
"It
this going to hurt?" Misha asked, obeying him.
"I
hope so," Alex stated, patting her thinly clad backside. "Here we
go."
The
first smack landed squarely across the top of her pajama-covered bottom. Misha
made a slight, surprised 'oh' sound, and dug her fingers into his calf to hang
on. His hand fell again and again, one spank after another, and he rejoiced in
the sounds of her squeals. He was not smacking her particularly hard, just
enough to let her feel the pleasant sting of the impact. Her squirming
suggested that she was starting to enjoy the experience. Alex decided to take
it to the next level, and skimmed her pajama pants down past her rounded
globes.
"Hey!"
Misha protested, reaching behind to grab her pants.
"Hands
on the floor, young lady," Alex scolded, quickly reddening the jiggling
mounds under his palm, "reaching back for any reason is off limits."
"That
hurts!" Misha complained.
"Give
it a minute, and then tell me how it feels," Alex laughed, spanking her
again and turning her sit spots a flushed rose. He paused to rub her flesh.
"Well?"
"I
guess it's not that bad," Misha
admitted. "I don't want to be naked."
"Your
panties are still up. I do recommended thongs instead of these boy shorts. It
makes it easier for me to get to your backside without taking them down."
"Ow!
Not so hard," Misha squealed, as he landed another series of swats across
her bottom.
"Stop
whining. Go to my room and lean over the edge of the bed."
"What
are you going to do?" Misha asked, quickly yanking her PJ pants back up.
"You'll
see," Alex promised. While Misha got comfortable over the edge of the four
poster, pedestaled bed, Alex rummaged through his closet. "Mish?"
"What?"
"Are
you up to trying some restraints?"
"Like
tying me up? Yeah!" Misha nodded eagerly. "That sounds like fun.
Unless you are going to hit me real hard—then, no."
"I'm
going to introduce you to something wonderful, but I need you to stay put.
These are Florentine floggers," he showed her. "They have seventy-two
falls each and are made of bison and deer hide. I'm about to show you how loud
I like my music—in the house."
He
tied a soft rope to both of Misha's wrists, and secured the ends to the posters
of the head and footboard of his bed, stretching her out horizontally across
the mattress. He pushed a stool under her knees to allow her to kneel
comfortably, and then slipped her shirt over her head to expose her back.
"I'm
not wearing a bra," Misha said. "Don't look!"
"I
am only interested in this lovely canvas right now." He ran his hands down
the warm skin of her back and then up again. He pulled her pants down to her
thighs, noticing four long, thick scars that ran horizontally across her right
thigh.
"How
did you get these?" he asked, running his finger along the irregular
edges.
"I
was sitting on a chain link fence and slipped."
"I
was guessing that they were claw marks."
"If
I had been mauled like that, I wouldn't have survived," Misha said.
"Please don't look at them, they are ugly."
"Is
this why you won't wear a bathing suit?"
"I'm
very modest, that's all. I don't want anyone looking at my body. I have
personal reasons."
"Well,
I think your body is perfect," Alex said . Lux Aeterna by the London Ensemble started to play, and
"No
to what, baby?"
"I
don't want a safeword. I want to try to trust you without me being in charge. I
know it's stupid, but…"
"Not
stupid at all. I promise not to take you farther than you can handle on your
first time. I do want to keep you wanting to come back for more."
"And
no sex, right?" Misha began to look nervous.
"Nothing
unless you ask for it. I will need you to communicate with me openly, too. Can
you do that?"
"I
can try."
"This
is your last chance, then. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Misha bit her lower lip and nodded. Alex patted his right knee.
"Excellent. Bend over my lap and put your hands on the floor. Try your
best to keep them there if you can."
"It
this going to hurt?" Misha asked, obeying him.
"I
hope so," Alex stated, patting her thinly clad backside. "Here we
go."
The
first smack landed squarely across the top of her pajama-covered bottom. Misha
made a slight, surprised 'oh' sound, and dug her fingers into his calf to hang
on. His hand fell again and again, one spank after another, and he rejoiced in
the sounds of her squeals. He was not smacking her particularly hard, just
enough to let her feel the pleasant sting of the impact. Her squirming
suggested that she was starting to enjoy the experience. Alex decided to take
it to the next level, and skimmed her pajama pants down past her rounded
globes.
"Hey!"
Misha protested, reaching behind to grab her pants.
"Hands
on the floor, young lady," Alex scolded, quickly reddening the jiggling
mounds under his palm, "reaching back for any reason is off limits."
"That
hurts!" Misha complained.
"Give
it a minute, and then tell me how it feels," Alex laughed, spanking her
again and turning her sit spots a flushed rose. He paused to rub her flesh.
"Well?"
"I
guess it's not that bad," Misha
admitted. "I don't want to be naked."
"Your
panties are still up. I do recommended thongs instead of these boy shorts. It
makes it easier for me to get to your backside without taking them down."
"Ow!
Not so hard," Misha squealed, as he landed another series of swats across
her bottom.
"Stop
whining. Go to my room and lean over the edge of the bed."
"What
are you going to do?" Misha asked, quickly yanking her PJ pants back up.
"You'll
see," Alex promised. While Misha got comfortable over the edge of the four
poster, pedestaled bed, Alex rummaged through his closet. "Mish?"
"What?"
"Are
you up to trying some restraints?"
"Like
tying me up? Yeah!" Misha nodded eagerly. "That sounds like fun.
Unless you are going to hit me real hard—then, no."
"I'm
going to introduce you to something wonderful, but I need you to stay put.
These are Florentine floggers," he showed her. "They have seventy-two
falls each and are made of bison and deer hide. I'm about to show you how loud
I like my music—in the house."
He
tied a soft rope to both of Misha's wrists, and secured the ends to the posters
of the head and footboard of his bed, stretching her out horizontally across
the mattress. He pushed a stool under her knees to allow her to kneel
comfortably, and then slipped her shirt over her head to expose her back.
"I'm
not wearing a bra," Misha said. "Don't look!"
"I
am only interested in this lovely canvas right now." He ran his hands down
the warm skin of her back and then up again. He pulled her pants down to her
thighs, noticing four long, thick scars that ran horizontally across her right
thigh.
"How
did you get these?" he asked, running his finger along the irregular
edges.
"I
was sitting on a chain link fence and slipped."
"I
was guessing that they were claw marks."
"If
I had been mauled like that, I wouldn't have survived," Misha said.
"Please don't look at them, they are ugly."
"Is
this why you won't wear a bathing suit?"
"I'm
very modest, that's all. I don't want anyone looking at my body. I have
personal reasons."
"Well,
I think your body is perfect," Alex said . Lux Aeterna by the London Ensemble started to play, and
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