Sir walks up behind me and puts his mouth right next to my ear.
"Bend over, fiona, and put your hands on the table.
Do. Not. Move."
My heart beat picks up.
My breathing becomes shallow.
He whispers again in my ear,
"You know, the windows and doors are open.
I could take your pants down - right now and
anyone could see you."
He's right. But I trust him.
Where before I would object...simply because we are family people
living in a neighborhood and it's not appropriate...
He begins to do just that.
He reaches around me and unzips my pants.
He pulls my pants down and lets them pool around my feet.
He pulls my panties down and let's them follow.
He rubs my ass...and I close my eyes.
I feel his touch, his warmth, his care, his strength.
He spanks - curtains and doors wide open.
I close my eyes and just absorb...
I relish in the warmth of his caress -
whether it comes in the form of a rub or a spank.
He once again tells me not to move.
I hear him rustling in the kitchen drawers.
I hear him smacking an implement against his hand,
and once again, my heart begins to race.
He makes quick work of placing the implement to my ass.
He's spanking me with the cold metal gigantic grill spatula!
It's stingy but delicious, I moan and absorb and - yes, ENJOY!
I love the spanks.
I love the impact.
I love the touch and caress in between sets.