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Spankings.
I love to spank my girl in every position imaginable. It makes her feel taken and owned, flesh to be savored and enjoyed. This is what she craves the most - to be swept away in the desires of her man, knowing it is her He craves…
The first thought I had when seeing this image was, “how lucky… her bottom is in a perfect position to be spanked.”
I love this form of submission - spanking, that is - because it puts me in a position of extreme vulnerability to Him. I love the way his fingers dance over my bottom, caressing the skin gently while soothing me and getting his hands ready to smack them against my tanned skin. The moment he strikes, there is a flash of pain - then heat floods into my flesh, hot and diffusing but not decreasing until he strikes again, somewhere else. Then there is more delicate, liberating pain, repeated over and over.
He sometimes uses spankings as a form of sensual punishment, especially since He knows that I adore crawling into his lap and waiting for him to dole out the allotted spanks. The wildly varying nature of spankings keeps me unable to predict when they come, shove aside all thoughts of disobedience and displeasure. If he tells me to count, then I do so breathlessly, humiliated, but at the same time pleading for the punishment, for him to free me from my bad behavior and leave the smarting stings in my bottom to remind me of what a naughty girl I’ve been.
Fantasy-dreams.
I flush and squirm when I have fantasies about spankings. In my most recent, he toyed with my body as he pleased, using the rabbit vibrator he purchased for me to tease at my clit, with the pearls rotating inside the cock buried in my wet pussy. I was blindfolded, and had been ordered to keep my hands locked at the small of my back. I was kneeling, my upper body resting on conveniently-placed pillows so I could breathe. Of course, my knees were pressed into the bed where he had told me to kneel; they were spread as wide apart as I could physically manage, leaving my waxed, bare pussy open to him. Vulnerable. At his disposal.
The rabbit vibrator is a continuing and familiar game for us both - usually, he will instruct me to tease myself with the cock, twisting it about until the entire thing is slick with my juices. Push it inside your pussy, sweetheart - just the head. Pull it back out. Again, a little deeper. Now plunge it deep into your pussy, three times! Now out. In a matter of moments, I’m usually wet and ready to shut my eyes and imagine that he is the one crouched over me, his cock driving into my body with all the wild desire that accumulates in the months we don’t get to see each other.
In this fantasy-dream, he was the one controlling the cock - pressing in gently, wiggling it, massaging the little vibrating rabbit ears into my clit. When I squirm, he spanks me hard, and I clench onto the vibrating, rotating cock, which makes me bite my lip and whimper and moan. Sometimes, my hips will jerk and squirm again, eliciting another murmured command in his smooth growl as he smacks his palm against my red bottom.
He makes me beg for each spank and each thrust of the rabbit into my pussy. He takes the delicious feeling of the rabbit ears away, ordering me to beg for that, too; tells me I’m not allowed to hit the edge, all the while beginning to thrust the rabbit into my sopping wet pussy, each thrust making a sound of wet impact. My moans and my gasps and cries are out of sync, yet another reason to be spanked; the blows make my back arch and my knees dig into the bed, my knuckles white as they clench behind my back helplessly. Each time he spanks me, my pussy clenches onto that rotating cock with its vibrating rabbit ears, and soon, I hit that edge and clench my thighs together, shaking and gasping as my body contracts helplessly.
He waits for me to finish, of course, smiling very dangerously as our eyes meet. He rubs his calloused hand gently over my hot, flushed bottom.
“I didn’t give you permission, young lady.” And He begins again in earnest.
(Source: oh-butterflydreams)