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she bent
forward at the waist to place her palms on the floor. Her perfect ass was
presented in a most lewd and vulnerable manner. Her breathing was rapid and
her skin flushed.
Cole tried hard to
ignore his growing erection as he approached her from behind. “You’ll be
spanked on your bare bottom until I feel you’ve been punished properly for
being late.” He didn’t know if he had the strength to administer a good
spanking since most of his blood supply seemed to be heading straight for his
cock.
Sneaking a look at
her deliciously dangling breasts, he wanted to reach down and caress their sexy
outer curves, but he pressed down gently on the small of her back and began to
spank her. In this position, her hips and buttocks formed a classic symbol of
feminine beauty. She was offering it to him as a gift.
The stinging slaps
were gentle at first, then harder. Red handprints began to show up on her
lightly tanned skin. Monica reacted only with a slight intake of breath at
each blow. Her firm ass muscles soaked up the spanking easily and Cole
realized that he was hurting his hand as much as he was hurting her.
Stepping over to
the closet, he removed a thin wooden paddle that would nicely cover one cheek
at a time. Measuring his stroke carefully, he struck the lower curve of her
left buttock, then the right. Her body jerked slightly with each impact, but
she held her position perfectly. He tuned his senses into Monica and felt that
familiar joining that occurred to him during intense play sessions.
Monica felt it
too. She imagined that she was the one spanking a pretty kneeling woman who
thrust her ass out to receive each blow. Although the woman was Monica
herself, she was perceived as much more beautiful, almost ethereal. The heat
from her punishment gradually spread through her body. She felt like she would
explode from the strange sensation that was half deep submission and half
physical lust.
They both lost
track of how many minutes went by or how many blows were struck. At some
point, without conscious effort, their breathing became synchronized. When
Monica started having trouble maintaining her position, Cole forced himself to
come back from the strange space that he had entered with her. Regaining his
senses, he noticed a heavy flow of slippery fluid on Monica’s muscular inner
thighs where the tendons stood out with the strain of holding her position. He
hadn’t even touched her cunt yet and already she was dripping, he thought.
Standing up
straight, Cole told her to rise and stand before him. He gathered her to him
with one hand firmly gripping the hair at the back of her head. Looking into
her eyes he spoke carefully. “I’m very impressed with you so far Little One.
I’ve punished you enough for being late. As a test, I’m going to give you a
choice about what we do next. You will not be punished for choosing either
way.”
“We can either
begin your training or you can offer your new Master the pleasure of using that
pretty cunt. Which option do you choose?”
She took a step
back as Cole released his grip on her body and hair. Kneeling before him with
her hands behind her head and her eyes locked onto his shoes she said,
“Master, I’d be honored if you would use my cunt for your pleasure.” Then she
thought to herself, Oh please, oh please, oh please, I need it soooo bad!
He breathed a
silent sigh of relief. Unless he could get his hormones under control, this
relationship was going to involve more sex than domination. Maybe that was not
a bad thing, he thought as he escorted Monica to his bedroom down the hall.
She looked around
Cole’s bedroom with great interest. The fog of lust had dissipated just enough
that she could remember her girlfriend’s theory that you could learn a lot
about a man if you saw his bedroom. She noticed a king size bed with a padded
frame around
forward at the waist to place her palms on the floor. Her perfect ass was
presented in a most lewd and vulnerable manner. Her breathing was rapid and
her skin flushed.
Cole tried hard to
ignore his growing erection as he approached her from behind. “You’ll be
spanked on your bare bottom until I feel you’ve been punished properly for
being late.” He didn’t know if he had the strength to administer a good
spanking since most of his blood supply seemed to be heading straight for his
cock.
Sneaking a look at
her deliciously dangling breasts, he wanted to reach down and caress their sexy
outer curves, but he pressed down gently on the small of her back and began to
spank her. In this position, her hips and buttocks formed a classic symbol of
feminine beauty. She was offering it to him as a gift.
The stinging slaps
were gentle at first, then harder. Red handprints began to show up on her
lightly tanned skin. Monica reacted only with a slight intake of breath at
each blow. Her firm ass muscles soaked up the spanking easily and Cole
realized that he was hurting his hand as much as he was hurting her.
Stepping over to
the closet, he removed a thin wooden paddle that would nicely cover one cheek
at a time. Measuring his stroke carefully, he struck the lower curve of her
left buttock, then the right. Her body jerked slightly with each impact, but
she held her position perfectly. He tuned his senses into Monica and felt that
familiar joining that occurred to him during intense play sessions.
Monica felt it
too. She imagined that she was the one spanking a pretty kneeling woman who
thrust her ass out to receive each blow. Although the woman was Monica
herself, she was perceived as much more beautiful, almost ethereal. The heat
from her punishment gradually spread through her body. She felt like she would
explode from the strange sensation that was half deep submission and half
physical lust.
They both lost
track of how many minutes went by or how many blows were struck. At some
point, without conscious effort, their breathing became synchronized. When
Monica started having trouble maintaining her position, Cole forced himself to
come back from the strange space that he had entered with her. Regaining his
senses, he noticed a heavy flow of slippery fluid on Monica’s muscular inner
thighs where the tendons stood out with the strain of holding her position. He
hadn’t even touched her cunt yet and already she was dripping, he thought.
Standing up
straight, Cole told her to rise and stand before him. He gathered her to him
with one hand firmly gripping the hair at the back of her head. Looking into
her eyes he spoke carefully. “I’m very impressed with you so far Little One.
I’ve punished you enough for being late. As a test, I’m going to give you a
choice about what we do next. You will not be punished for choosing either
way.”
“We can either
begin your training or you can offer your new Master the pleasure of using that
pretty cunt. Which option do you choose?”
She took a step
back as Cole released his grip on her body and hair. Kneeling before him with
her hands behind her head and her eyes locked onto his shoes she said,
“Master, I’d be honored if you would use my cunt for your pleasure.” Then she
thought to herself, Oh please, oh please, oh please, I need it soooo bad!
He breathed a
silent sigh of relief. Unless he could get his hormones under control, this
relationship was going to involve more sex than domination. Maybe that was not
a bad thing, he thought as he escorted Monica to his bedroom down the hall.
She looked around
Cole’s bedroom with great interest. The fog of lust had dissipated just enough
that she could remember her girlfriend’s theory that you could learn a lot
about a man if you saw his bedroom. She noticed a king size bed with a padded
frame around
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