I take a minute to think about it this time, bent over the couch, ass in the air for the third time this week. You’d have thought that by now I’d have learnt my lesson by now, but no if you can’t listen then you must feel at least that is how my Master sees the world. If only he knew how I wrack my brains coming up with mischievous things to do to earn my spankings. This time I’d taken it a little far, I know. I’d cum and left my wet panties on the bedroom floor, in a space that I was sure he would see them. My Master is not an unreasonable man, but is not a fan of messy living.
I hear his footsteps and I close my eyes to sink back into a zone, a zone where I hope he doesn’t realise how much I like my spankings, how I crave them and act out to deserve them. The real punishment is not having them, and I would surely earn that punishment if he ever did find out.
I thank him for the spanking I am about to receive, this is not one of his orders but rather something that I volunteered, being told my place always gets my neck tingling. At the age of 27 I find myself in little girl pink panties only bent over a chair, hair dangling to the floor, it’s safe to steal a smile. Then I feel hands on my back, strong large manly hands, hard and slightly scratchy to the touch and my skin begins to shiver even in the heat of the day. They roam over my back, caressing my bum that is so clearly on display, owning it, firm and with purpose.
I barely prepare myself for the first one, easily sliding into the alluring false security of my Masters touch to be rudely shaken by a stinging slap to my left bum cheek. “Shit” I hiss under my breath, I guess I know who is in charge now, only to feel another smack full handed and sending me scooting over the arm of the chair slightly, this is followed by another 6 fast hard slaps in a row on my left cheek, so fast that I did not even have time to try and shy away from them. I feel unbalanced now with one cheek that is on fire and must be looking a blushing shade of pink and one cheek perfectly cool and soft. I take a deep breath and centre myself again, the point of this being to get to that point where pain and pleasure mix in a haze of ungroundedness.