Those Extra Sensations That Bring The Magic

We were getting ready to go out, and I was cheeky to him while I was getting undressed. He turned his head to acknowledge my cheek with the smile that promises that it will be addressed…

I wasn't cheeky for the sake of getting a res­ponse: it was just my sense of humour that came bubbling out. He sauntered over to smack my recently bared bottom. I didn't move. He did it again, and then the other cheek, and then again until I squeaked. It was fun; the humour was still in the air. He added more smack, smack, smack – not terribly hard, but enough to build up a bit of sensation. I squeaked some more and he smacked me some more.

He pushed me down onto the unmade bed and buried his hand in my hair, and then continued the stream of smacks on my bottom. I was effectively blindfolded and held in position by my hair, and I responded instinctively. There's not much that a small woman can do when a large man is holding her down, but that didn't stop me from slapping his thigh each time he smacked my ass.

I tried rolling over, and then I scooted up close to his body, more or less putting myself in his lap. What I was trying to achieve was making him have a more awkward angle, but it was an epic fail. He switched from my ass to the backs of my thighs, and as I really started to squirm he slapped me anywhere else he could reach. I felt like I was dancing from my hair, which was still anchored in his hand.

Something pinged inside me, and I let him know that I needed a bit of affection to balance out the aggression. I curled around his body and he cuddled me for a bit, and then he said "Now, after each spank I want you to say ‘That was lovely. May I please have another?'." But I have a bratty side, and it was amazing what I could convey by how I delivered those words!

"On your back. Now it's time for the other side." My period had just started, so I went to clean up a little before he started on my cunt. I admired the bright rose colour of my bottom as I walked past the mirror.

When I returned to the bedroom he was waiting for me and holding his erection. It was clear he wanted me to touch him. I still giggle at the delight that fills me when I get to explore the solidity of his body, poring over the textures of his skin and hair, kissing him, breathing him in. His balls felt dense and heavy so I asked when he'd last come. "I can't remember." I realised that he'd had a bit of a drought too. I loved watching him rub himself in just the right way, but with me in charge of those extra sensations that bring the magic.

He reached up to tweak my nipple and I sensed that his sadism needed feeding, so I leaning back, pushed my pelvis forward, and started slapping my pussy. They were not pats; they were stingy and sharp. I couldn't hold still, so I had to keep getting back into position to do it again. It made me very horny. He had me stroke his body some more, and as he was getting close I reached up and pressed my thumb on his nipple. It was like that one added sensation was just enough at that point, and he came and came and came.

Then I grabbed our newest vibrator, the cordless rechargeable one that's light in the hand, and as I began stroking my clit with it I knew it wouldn't be long before my own orgasm came along. I focussed on the various sensations in my body: my ass smarting and warm, my pussy tingling from the slaps, and as I pulled my labia up against my body to expose my clit the vibration was burning through to my g-spot as well. There! Right there! I did it again and the orgasm came closer. I was rubbing that buzz across me again and again, not too fast, enjoying the tightness, getting ready to explode. Yes! It was my turn to come and come and come.

And then I imagined myself saying, with the utmost sincerity, "That was lovely. May I please have another?"

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