She went over his lap against her better judgment. She was a Domme, after all, and she would certainly have refused a command to get over his knees. She could not imagine ever obeying a command. But this was a request, not a command, and he spoke of her pleasure so reasonably, so sincerely, that she succumbed. There she was, bottom up, although only half consenting, only half ready, the small paddle that she had just used on his flesh resting on the nightstand, inches from her face.
His hands fondled her ass soothingly, his words warm, “You’re going to love this . . . let yourself flow into it . . .” It was easy to relax as he stroked her bottom cheeks through her short skirt. She stretched an arm out, took the pillow from the head of the bed and tucked it under her chest. Her eyes closed. She sank into the bottom massage.
“I’ll make you cum,” he whispered. “Remember not to cover your mouth.” She surely had no idea how he could make her cum by spanking her, but she remembered her last climax in his arms, last week in this same hotel room. His lips had been on her nipple, her hand in her pussy, the animal sounds in her throat exploding as her pleasure filled the room. By an old reflex she clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound; he grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her hand free so the sound poured out unrestrained.
Her mind, and her ass
While her mind was lost in the memory, her ass felt his skillful fingers, kneading her, bringing pleasure to the high mounds and the valley between. It had been soothing at first but now she felt prickles of pleasure. “Turn your face toward me,” he said, and she complied. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
Now there were pats where before there had been only rubbing, but just gentle smacks, it was nothing like a spanking. She breathed steadily, deeply. The pats paused, and he lifted her skirt. She felt his gaze on her panties as the rubbing and smacking resumed. “Good girl,” he said, his voice husky. For her, too, the melting tension was yielding to physical need. Her face was flushed, her nipples firm, her bottom tingling as he continued his sensuous seduction of her sensitive bottom.
The smacks paused again. “Lift up a little,” he said, his voice firmer. She felt his fingers at the top of her panties, felt his fingertips stroke the skin of her bottom as he slid her panties down. A long, shivering moan escaped her.
His hand smacked her more briskly. Each time it met her ass it pulled the flesh upward, each smack tugged on the sensuous fibers that connect ass cheeks with the tender flesh between them and the pussy beneath. The pleasure built.
He lay down, rolling onto his side, one leg still under her, his hand still splatting against her bottom, his face near hers. The stinging spanks propelled her, she knew not where. Her eyes closed.
His hand continued
His lips pressed on hers, nibbling and tasting her mouth while his hand continued the steady tattoo of flesh on flesh. He shifted his body so that his arm had a better swing while the kiss continued, his tongue running over her lips, darting toward her teeth and back again. Her lips quivering, her jaw slack, she drank in these caresses. She knew dimly that the smacks were more insistent; she welcomed their sting, and as the stinging grew more intense she needed it more. Her ass was burning pleasure, her clit half crazy for his touch.
“Good girl,” he whispered again in her ear, pivoting now so that her pelvis was over his knee. Her pussy ground involuntarily against him, smearing the juice of her pleasure over his skin in the same way his hand delivered fire to her ass.
She had the sensation of motion, of acceleration, and her body rushed like tidewater flowing out to sea, swept irresistibly toward climax. She gasped, tensing from head to toe, her eyes now wide. The wild sensations in her bottom and pussy surged through her rigid body. He spanked harder and pure pleasure consumed her for long seconds.
As her climax ebbed, the spanking slowed and diminished in force but did not end. He was so confident that her spanking was not over that she never thought to question it. Before long she was deep in pleasure again.
He spanked harder
He spanked harder and she squirmed, uncertain if she were trying to rise to meet the spanks or to evade them. He shifted his knee to raise her bottom higher. “Spread your legs,” he said, and it was a command. She obeyed instantly, thrusting her legs apart. Some of the blows now landed at the base of her bottom, and with her cheeks partly spread the stinging penetrated deep inside her crack; she felt his fingertips landing on her most intimate areas. “It hurts but I want it,” she gasped. They were the last words she would utter for some time. In another world she heard the sounds of the spanking, and in another world her ass was on fire, but in her world she felt only pleasure of unimaginable intensity.
The second orgasm neared her from all directions at once. He felt its approach, too, and sat up again, still keeping her over his knee, and spanked her harder. The sharper pain kept the orgasm at bay, but only for a moment and then pain turned to pleasure and the climax moved closer yet. He seized the paddle, whacking her hard but only delaying her climax by a few heartbeats.
The smacks of the paddle sent ecstasy surging throughout her body and the orgasm, like an animal, took hold of her, shaking her in its powerful jaws. As the cry of pleasure on her lips rose to a howl, she jerked her hand free to cover her mouth, but his left hand shot out to restrain her as the room echoed with the sharp report of paddle on flesh and her full-throated screams of pleasure.
© 2006 Doc Tsai