BDSM
3 Feb 2019


I tell you to remove your clothes and stand before me. I tell you you are about to receive a spanking and you may choose between my hand, a ruler, a hair brush or a table tennis paddle. I pay no attention to your answer. I unbuckle my belt and pull it clear of my jeans. I lay it next to me on the chair. I stand and tell you to remove the rest of my clothes, fold them neatly and place them aside. I sit and wait for you to finish. I tell you to now stand to my right side, facing across my lap. Place your middle finger and ring finger of your right hand either side of your clitoris, in the folds of your labia, but be careful to be either side and not directly on it.

You may now lie across my lap. Position yourself carefully so I can feel where your fingers are lying on my right thigh. I am now going to give you a good spanking and if I feel your fingers move, if you try to pleasure yourself while I am doing it, the spanking will turn into a thrashing and you will regret it.

I rub your buttocks, kneading them with my knuckles until I feel like providing your first slap. It lands on your left cheek. It takes you by surprise and it stings. I rub you softly where it landed and admire the new red handprint on your arse. I warn you once more that I do not want to feel your fingers move. I slap you again on your right cheek, a little harder this time. I feel you tense to take the pain but your are obedient and your fingers have not moved. I rub your right cheek softly for a short time then spank you harder again on your left. Now I only stroke you a couple of times before slapping again and once more immediately in the same spot. You squeeze tight for a moment and then relax once more.

I wait for you to relax and then tell you to start counting. You ask to what number. I tell you until I tell you to stop.

Now my hand falls on you again and again. Stinging slaps. Your arse warms to them. Occasionally I slap your upper thighs. I stop when you say twenty. And caress your arse, stroking it gently. I tell you to resume counting and begin again. We do this several times. So far you have been very obedient and I have not felt your fingers move against your clitoris. Sometimes I tense my thigh against your hand and push your hand into you. You begin to feel my cock fill and harden on your stomach. When it has hardened enough to be pressing up hard against you, I slap you very hard, harder than you have come to expect, and by surprise. This time you jump at the pain and your hand moves involuntarily.

I ask you if you moved your fingers to pleasure yourself. You tell me you didn't mean to. I didn't ask if you meant to or not, only if your fingers moved. They did.

If you want to do that you may now. You must hold your hand still between my thigh and your mound. You may squirm upon your hand if you want. But you are about to get the thrashing I warned you you would receive.

I pick up my belt. I tell you to start squirming and to start counting. If you lose count we will start from the beginning. I lay into your arse with my belt. It whips against your upper thighs and across your buttocks. You move your hips in little circles. You feel my cock straining up against your stomach now. Pressing hot. Your pussy is wet. I bring the belt down hard. It leaves bright red welts on your arse. It hurts enough that you cry out a little each time.

I wait until your cries from your thrashing are all tied into the moans from your fingers against your clitoris. Until your arse is just one big bright red blur of handprints and belt marks. I tell you to stand up, bend over, lean against the chair where I was sitting and I fuck you hard from behind. I clutch into your hips and thrust myself against your shiny red arse cheeks.

You may not cum until I have. I don't want this to last a long time. I want to fuck you hard and fast. When I have cum, I will allow you to bring yourself off with your fingers while my cock softens inside you.

When you have cum, you thank me, get my clothes and dress me.

Every time you sit down for the next two days, your arse feels slightly bruised and tender and it makes you remember your spanking.