To continue the Spank A-Z Challenge…
S – Spanking. What a surprise, right? You saw that one coming, I bet.
Angie looked up at her Dominant from where she knelt on the floor. He reached down from his seat on the bed and caressed the side of her jaw. She tipped her head, leaning into his touch. It was magical, his touch. The way his rough fingers felt against her skin always increased her heart rate. His thumb brushed over her lip as he spoke, and she started to tremble.
“Are you ready for your spanking, girl?”
“Come here then.” She stood up between his knees. His fingers snagged her lace panties; they slid the thin fabric down her hips to her knees. She bent over his thigh, her left hip tucked close to his left hip. She bit her lip, turning her head to look up at him. He patted her bottom, and the touch sent a jolt through her heart. She sucked in breath. “You’re going to be a good girl and be still for me, aren’t you, Angela?”
“I’ll try, sir.”
Smack! His hand landed sharply on one bottom cheek and she gasped. “Wrong answer.” Smack! It landed on the other bottom cheek. She wiggled. What did he want her to say?
“I’ll be good!” He ignored her, his hand rising and falling, rising and falling while she gasped and whimpered. The sting was turning her bottom pink. “Please sir! I’m trying!”
“Did I ask you to try?” She frowned, but then her thoughts were scattered by the flurry of hard spanks that landed on her sweet spot, that soft flesh between buttock and thigh.
“No sir!” Her breath was a pant now, but he didn’t stop spanking. She scissored her legs when he slapped the crest of her buttocks, turning his pink hand prints red.
“What did I tell you to do?” His hand was big and unrelenting, a steady fall of spanks alternating from one cheek to the other.
“Be good! Be still!” He stroked her thighs and a frisson of fear skittered along her spine.
“Are you being still?” She wiggled, her body proving his point. “No.” Her fear was realized as he began to spank her thighs. She twisted, but he paused long enough to catch her wrists together and press her back down. “Be still.”
Abruptly the lightbulb went on. “Yes sir. I’ll be good! I’ll be still!” He continued spanking her thighs. “Please!”
“Prove it.” She took a deep breath, quivering with the rush of sensation from the spanking, and relaxed her legs, holding her body as still as she could. “Good girl.” The spanks moved up to her bottom again, and she exhaled, relaxing further over his knee. The burn had become an ache, a throbbing heat. She moaned. He shifted down, spanking her sweet spot. “Good girl. When I finish here, I’m going to sit you on the wooden chair for 10 minutes. You better sit still without squirming, or I’ll put you back over my knee and give you a reason to squirm. Do you understand me, Angela?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be still.” Eyes closed, she sank into the wildfire licking at her skin.