Laying over the bed, with my feet on the floor and my hands stretched over my head, he puts his hand on my back and pushes firmly down. He takes the hairbrush and begins to spank lightly. He spanks hard at times. I notice, quite quickly, he's following the percussive rhythm of the song.
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SMACK (on Hey - if you know the song)
Smack smack smack smack Smack smack Smack smack
It is very rapid and the lighter smacks act almost like rubbing. It is sensual and rhythmic and messaging.
The Smacks are harder, more of a staccato. They give a quick, sharp and biting sting, but when immediately followed by the gentle smacks fade into loveliness.
The SMACKs for the "Hey"s of the song are sound and firm, reaching through to my core. Once again, though, because they are followed so quickly by the gentle smacks, they melt into me.
By the end of the song, he says he wants to look at me and stands back and admires the lovely shades of red that he has painted.
I am ready for ANYTHING.