Now in all fairness to me,
the behavior and and attitude were reciprocated.
Well, after going and running some chauffeur duties for my kids,
I came home deciding to announce,
"I have had it!" to Sir.
Well, I walked in, put my hands on my hip,
Saw Sir at the kitchen sink,
stomped up to Him with all sorts of attitude and
He wiped his wet hands off,
Grabbed my neck and
growled at me.
He spun me around,
Put my hands on the counter,
held them in one hand and
proceeded to spank the living hell out of my ass!
He started strong and kept it strong.
It hurt...from the get-go,
but because he was holding my hands tight to the counter,
I felt grounded and
because I had to take it,
I knew I could take it...
Does that make any sense?
It was so impactful...
and yes, I mean that in every way!
He then pulls me up,
spins me around,
and I put my hands around his neck and hug him.
He backs me up...and takes me to the bedroom.
I was cheeky once again,
and Sir told me to lay over the bed.
I really wanted to listen...
as so frequently doesn't happen with me.
My stubbornness and abstinence too frequently gets in my way.
But he steps back out of the room,
and I quickly not only lay over the side of the bed,
but I also pull down my pants and underwear.
He walks back in and tells me what a good girl I am.
He rubs the large metal kitchen spatula against my ass.
I KNOW that stings like hell!
He starts small and I take it well.
He builds, as my ass worms up,
and it's starting to feel so good.
He then is getting strong and
I'm moving a bit more,
so he puts his arm around my waist and
throws his leg over mine,
basically binding me.
that tether helps me settle in and accept what's given
He then stops and says,
"Three good ones."
I always get nervous when He says that.
The first one stings so much...
It stings and hurts and stings and
oh - as it sinks in it feels
warm and wonderful.
He rubs my ass and then
My foot kicks up as much as it can,
and I breath.
It once again...hurts so much...
but I breath and wait for the warm...
Ya, there it is.
Then he says, "Are you a good girl?"
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"You know you can get spankings when you're a good girl, right?"
"Are you going to earn those spankings?"
but his arm around my waist and
his leg over mine tighten
and I'm held in place
and I can feel wetness on my eyes.
And he rubs and rubs and then commands,
"On your knees."
I don't know if he has EVER done that.
Spanked the shit out of my ass and then
commanded me to my knees.
I am just about a puddle of goo!
I am frantic to get His zipper down and
my mouth onto his cock.
I suck and lick and stroke and suck and lick.
I snake my hand up his shorts so that I can fondle his balls
and I'm ravenous. That's the only word I can think of.
Truly ravenous for His cock.
I FLY up and run to the bathroom,
as the alarm chime for our house notifies us that
our son has just opened the door to the house!