Intensity: Mild (for intensity ratings, see Fiction)
It’s been too long . . . it’s always been too long . . . so when we meet I don’t waste time saying “nice to see you again” or “my you look nice” I just take you firmly in my arms and kiss you. This isn’t a delicate, gently touching my lips to your soft lips kiss. It’s a firm hot kiss, my tongue needing to feel some part of you that’s warm and wet and willing. Ah, my, yes, that’s the feeling, that’s right, I need you and now I am going to have you. The kiss a prelude to our evening together.
The other people waiting for seats in the restaurant take it all in without staring and with quiet smiles. I can’t resist taking hold of your left ass cheek and squeezing it very firmly in my right hand as the kiss ends and I wish there were a bed *right here.* If there were, I would have you *right now* whether or not the other people could be shooed away. I pull myself away with some effort and ignore my erection as we sit down on the bench, there’s really not much else I can do with it, and I do enjoy the slightly self-conscious but happy look on your face.
Now we can talk. I don’t apologize for this public display of affection or for kissing you without warning or for anything else, when I need you and want you I am going to act the way I want to and I just don’t care what people think. If any of them are offended they should count their lucky stars I kept my hand out from under your skirt, and once my hand went up under your skirt, in back, they would be able to see all too easily how it went down again inside your panties and then hear your moans as slide it all the way past your ass and on down to pussy territory, probing, making you wet right here, quite possibly holding you up as I stroke you until you climax in the entryway next to the framed review in the newspaper (“New Thai restaurant Opens”), so as I said they should be thankful all of this didn’t happen. It was a near thing.
Perhaps you can tell that although I’m capable of tender love, at the moment my love for you is anything but tender. Right now it’s urgent, and later on it’s going to be downright demanding, but it’s love all the same. From the way you look, so happy and pretty with your face still flushed, I think you understand that.
One of the characteristics of an expert disciplinarian is that he has iron self-control. I think that can be overstated, to me it seems more that I know when I can relax my self-control and how much. Maybe that’s the same thing, I’m not sure, but in any case we have another hour until I’ll have you over my knee and I am going to make the most of this time now and not spend it thinking about the delightful activities we’re going to share later in the evening.
Our quiet dinner
Right here, right now, we have a quiet dinner ahead of us, something not too heavy as we are going to be physically very active by early evening. We end up sharing an appetizer and an entrée, just right for us both, and talking about everything under the sun, work, families, and for once, for a change, I don’t throw in any hints about how you’re going to get your ass roasted in less than an hour. Often I do that, it’s fun to keep you on tenterhooks and to keep the anticipation building, but honestly I need a little time to cool off myself.
On the way home, we fall quiet, each of us thinking of the spanking to come. I’m playing over some of your most recent spankings, which have showed both of us new vistas. Perhaps it’s “the grass is greener on *this* side of the fence,” but spanking is so infinitely varied, I do think it’s got many more twists and turns than intercourse. We’ve had fun spankings and erotic spankings and silly spankings and lots of impromptu spankings (remember being spanked in the elevator?). You’ve learned what to expect (although I am always surprising you, one way or the other) and you know that when I’m in the mood to spank you harder that has its benefits too, that you will suffer more during the spanking but the aftereffects will be heavenly. One of the surprises has been that even when I give you an intense spanking you don’t cry (although you’ve learned that this is common, that many, probably most, women don’t cry even when they’re spanked hard). Even women who want to cry often find it difficult or impossible.
You’ve also learned that although I bear your situation carefully in mind, when I spank you I do it the way I want to do it. Fortunately you don’t seem to think that’s unbearably selfish and of course afterward I make up to you for what you’ve gone through (whether you felt it as pain or pleasure!). I once said you deserve an orgasm for every slap, and although we’re not going to make it there on this earth, it’s a worthy goal and I do my very best to reach it.
Home at last
Back home, in the door, and it’s time for some loving. I tell you to go change; this means you’ll go put on fresh clothes and make sure you’re all clean and presentable and retouch your makeup where it needs it. I allow you a touch of perfume on your throat but forbid any scent lower than that, for I want to smell your desire. A few minutes later you return, looking like a model on a fashion runway, walking into the room and then twirling your pretty skirt so as to give me a glimpse of your panties and a sly smile. I call you over closer, lift your skirt, and inspect. Sure enough, it’s the panties I bought you, pretty and silky white, cut on the short side, my favorite and of course my erection immediately returns.
I love those panties and you look dead sexy in them (the skirt’s nice, too, now that you mention it I don’t think I’ve seen it before. Very feminine). But I have a different plan for this evening and I send you back to change again, and you do so, looking a little baffled but still cheerfully compliant. I want to spank you in an everyday skirt and everyday panties. You know that I can be unpredictable and sometimes ask for unusual things.
The reason is simple: we’ve had a lovely time so far and I feel completely in harmony with this sweet, lovely, romantic woman in her perfect makeup and feminine clothes, the Karla whose heart is full of love and who enjoys our time together so much. You are entrancing like this. But there are other Karlas, and I want to own all of you. Tonight I want to own the everyday Karla, the Karla who might be going off to work or to pick up her car at the shop or out for an evening with girlfriends, the Karla who would wear a casual summer skirt and ordinary panties. I know how much you enjoy looking pretty, so I explain my whim to you, adding that I want you to remember this spanking when you’re doing all those ordinary things, wearing this same ordinary skirt. You won’t be wearing these panties, though, but you don’t know that yet.
I take you and with you sitting on my lap give you some pre-spanking kisses, these are less shared kisses and more *me kissing you* as I assert my right to take the lead, to kiss you how and when and where I want, just as I am going to be punishing you how and when and where I want. My face is buried in your hair, kissing your cheek, your neck, your upper back, while my hands roam over your yielding body. This is heavenly and I slide you onto the couch, now facing you, kissing you harder, my hands on your breasts, feeling for the nipples through your thin bra and stroking them and hearing your moans of desire.
Now I’m in the mood to see how well you’ve obeyed my instructions with regard to the panties. I stand you up and make you bend over the couch with your face near the cushions, muffling your voice, and your ass up in the air, while I admire your curves and run my hands over your body and whisper in your ear how I am going to spank you.
I can see this talk about spanking and this exposed position and my wandering hands are having quite an effect on you. Your voice is strained and you say, “I’m ready anytime, Doc,” which is as close as you come to begging me for spanking or for sex. While you wait my own desire becomes overwhelming and because you are nervous too, the way you always are before a spanking, your nerves are more fluttery. I caress the roundnesses of your ass and then move right behind you and thrust my hardon, firm in my pants, against the center of your ass, so you know how excited I am too and I tell you how hard I am going to spank you.
Now I back up a step and lift your skirt and admire your ass in those panties. They are perfect, well worn, plain panties that have had a panties’ lifetime of pleasure. I know those panties have held your sweet girly parts in their embrace as you unselfconsciously drove to work or watched a video or visited your Mary Kay customers. I envy those panties their charmed life and I wonder if once or twice when we were first corresponding if you have laid on your bed and stroked yourself through those panties before lowering them so that I could possess you more completely. I hope so, and I bend down to kiss your sweet cheeks, more than once I might add, and it is not hard to tell that you are more than ready for me to do anything to you as these kisses make you wiggle and moan and your aroma comes pungent to my appreciative nostrils. I love the scent of your female desire.
Over my knees
“Stand up now,” I say, and you do, looking a little shaky. I bring you round to the front of the couch. I sit down, reach up for your arm, and bring you over my knees. Your chest is on the couch, for this is going to be a long spanking and I want you to be comfortable . . . more or less! Your legs dangle down behind, your bottom well up over my lap, now lifting your skirt up again, slowly, till it rests in the small of your back.
I rub my hand over your ass again . . . there’s no rush . . . except the rush I feel when I know that your sweet ass is mine to punish and possess, and that your sweet pussy is mine as well.
I raise my hand and bring it down on your right cheek, flat and hard, then do the same to the left. Nothing tender about this . . . this is a real spanking, the smacks from my hand biting into the cotton of your panties, your flesh shaking sharply with each smack. Fingers of pink appear along your upper thighs, outside the area of your panties, and I know the flesh inside is getting even pinker. I hear your gasps and know that you are surprised at how much it hurts, the way you are surprised every time I spank you. That’s human nature; we forget pain . . . but I am reminding you, rapidly, of what this is all about. I continue spanking, raising the intensity level, aiming to keep you from getting adjusted, satisfying my need to hurt you. Your gasps become louder and your ass is moving, up and down, side to side, as the spanking continues.
On your thighs, just below the panties, the blotches are getting darker, and I want to see what’s happening to your bottom as well. The panties are mostly wedged in your pussy and between your cheeks, so I can see most of your bare, pink, sexy ass. I reach down and instead of pulling your panties down, I pull them up tighter in your cleft and begin spanking your exposed cheeks, hard enough to sting and move you. I use my left hand to pull your panties up tighter so the cloth stimulates your ass and pussy while I increase the intensity of your spanking with my right hand. You respond vigorously to this combined assault and it looks to me as if the pain of the spanking is being eclipsed by the pleasure of your other sensations.
I love it when that happens, and I stop spanking and reach down to the crotch of your panties, which, unsurprisingly, are totally soaked. I whisper, “Sweet Karla, my sweet Karla” as I fondle you and you start some very sensuous moaning. I rub my fingers over the wet surface, pushing against the girl flesh underneath them and making you moan louder. I love to hear those moans and I push in some more, gradually working the crotch of your panties deep within your pussy lips so most of the fabric is up inside you; this raises the moans to a higher level. I want to hear you in pleasure’s grip right now, so I deftly stroke your clit right through the saturated crotch of your panties, while my left hand reaches under you to squeeze and pinch one nipple. It doesn’t take long before you stiffen, squeeze your cheeks tight together, squeeze your thighs tight on my appreciative hand, hold your head up high as the shaking overpowers you and you shout out your joy. It’s lovely. You collapse over my knee and I gently rub your bottom, feeling full of affection for this wonderful woman who has brought this joy into my life.
After a little while you return, flushed but nearly normal again. Now I want all of you, and I whisper, “I’m going to take your panties down now, Karla,” and taking hold of the waistband gradually work them free from the crack of your ass, then reaching up rather unnecessarily into your pussy to tease them free from there, getting my fingers wet again, inching the wet fabric out, caressing your ass crack once more, then sliding them down slowly past thighs and then all the way down and off. I think I’ve always just tossed them on the floor in the past, but this pair of panties is mine, filled as it is with the scent of your arousal and the memories of our pleasure, and I put them carefully on the table and give them a tender, damp, pat.
Now it’s time for your real punishment. You’ve learned that even when the spanking hurts a lot it’s going to feel incredibly good later on. But as I start spanking you again now, harder, all over your bare bottom, this fact slips away and you are immersed in the intense heat on your ass that my hard hand is delivering. I am slapping one cheek, then the other, then the crack in between, hard, making sure that I hurt you, each spank connecting us through my joy and your pain. It isn’t long before you start telling me how this feels to you . . . “Oh, Doc, it hurts,” with some Owws and Ouchs! and before long, “Doc, please, you’re hurting me too much.”
The heat builds up
I like to get you in this zone and I keep on spanking. The heat builds up and your bottom is bucking up and down (this does some very good things for my erection. . . thank you, Karla). I have never been so happy, this is the punishment I’ve been waiting to give you and I know that you’re ready for it. You’ve lost your fears, you’ve learned how to be present in the moment and you know that this suffering will lead to pleasure later. This point could easily be the natural conclusion of the spanking, and in fact last week I spanked you to exactly this point and stopped (we had some wonderful loving after that). But this week we’re going to move to the next level and I spank you hard and steady as the pain builds and builds. I know you are ready for it.
I can see you’re right at the limits of your endurance, and that’s what you’re telling me, too, “Stop, Doc, please stop, no more, please stop!” I do stop, for just a moment, and lean over and kiss the back of your neck and stroke your back and tell you, “This time it’s a real punishment, I know you can take it baby.” Then I reach in the drawer and pull out the hairbrush. I give you a last kiss, then sit back upright again, get a firm grip on your waist, and raise the hairbrush in the air, then bring it down sharply on your left cheek. You react with a yell of pain; the hairbrush hurts much worse than my hand. In a moment the hairbrush lands on your right cheek, flattening it out, bringing another yell from you. “Oh God, Doc, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand any more!”
But I know that you can stand more, you just don’t want to. I know, too, that this is the moment of truth, when you are frantic with pain but the punishment continues. I continue to apply the brush to each cheek in turn, and sometimes across your lovely crack, as your yells tell me you have passed anything resembling a limit. I am close to my limit, too, so close to an orgasm I can almost touch it. I don’t climax, though, I want to save it for a time when you can enjoy it with me. Now your shouts and yells turn to tears, not litle sniffles but shouting blubbering bawling, you are simply overwhelmed with sensation as I keep on paddling your ass, riding my own waves of pleasure and seeing how wonderful you look in this moment of extremity.
And finally …
Tears at last. Tears for me. I am moved beyond words to be present at this moment.
I wasn’t sure you would reach this point, and having reached it I am about to stop and comfort you, when something unexpected occurs. I see you stiffen slightly and notice that your shouts of pain have become less frantic. Later you tell me, “My whole ass got numb and I just took off.”
“Well,” I think to myself, “perhaps we have a surprise here.” So I keep on paddling you with moderate intensity, and your bawling turns back into gasping and shouting, turning the clock backward. I hear pleasure in the gasps and now am sure that you have truly learned your lesson, the special lesson all these spankings were intended to teach you.
I paddle you now with great care, knowing that you need to be paddled enough to move on to the next phase but no more; neither too much nor too little. It’s easy because I know you so well, I am so attuned to your experience, and I revel in the sound of your voice and the feeling of your body as you complete the transition from agony to that zone we call subspace.
Another day you will linger in subspace, floating in the marvelous sensations where pain has become pleasure and time stands still. Today that is not meant to be, because in less than a minute you throw your head back and shout and I can see your muscles start to stiffen. I can see this happening, and switch to spank with my left hand. At the same time I thrust my right hand vigorously against your pussy as your body becomes rigid and your cries reach a wild crescendo of ecstasy. You scream, “Oh – God – Doc” and although I know you can’t hear me, I tell you that I love you.
Gripped by pleasure
Your physical climax is matched by my emotional one. I am tremendously happy to see you gripped by this pleasure. I love it so much I think I enjoy it more than you do . . . but we’ll never know for sure, will we, sweet Karla?
Finally your climax subsides and I stop spanking and stroking. Now I gently rub your ass, my face in the hair at your neck, still whispering your name. I am driven to be so close to you; I ride the climax down with you as a skydiving instructor rides down with his pupil. I feel your pleasure and it is my own. Finally the room is steady and I realize that I am unconsciously panting in sympathy with you. We pause and rest a little, my face still in your neck, my hand on your ass, my heart full of love.
Once you have recovered we have the rest of the evening together. I’m going to fondle and flatter you first, but it won’t be long before you feel me inside you, my cock invading your pussy, my balls slapping against you, thrusting urgently as I move toward my own release, bringing you with me by touch and word and kiss.
Copyright © 2002 Doc Tsai