![“Come sit on my lap my pet,” I croon, pulling you across my lap as though making to cuddle you. You eagerly hop up at the invitation, perhaps believing that events are about to take a more romantic turn.
As you settle in on my thighs, without warning I reach beneath your legs and tip you backward, legs flying up in the air.
“What pleases me right now my little one is to add some color to these lovely cheeks,” I command. “You rightly told me that your ass is mine to do with as I see fit, when I see fit, and how I see fit. Well, this is what I desire right now!” I grunt the barehanded spanking beginning with no warmup. “No need to count the strokes my love as there will be far too many landing far too fast for you to count.”
My open-faced palm mercilessly lands on your cheeks barely awakened so early in the morning. The sensation is harsh and stingy and after only a few swats your legs are bucking and kicking held aloft. You squirm and mew at the onslaught but do not move to break away. It seems that you are finally beginning to understand.
Spanking you pleases me and in that you are learning to draw satisfaction. You are beginning to recognize the warm glow of pride at being able to take what Master dishes out without complaint or demure. The genuine submissive within you is finally beginning to take hold and you gain the first signs of satisfaction from your service.
This is not punishment. This is not correction. This is just plain fun. Your Master is enjoying his Saturday morning and it pleases you that he is relaxed and happy. The warm glow of knowing you are fulfilling not only his wishes but also satisfying a basic urge within yourself leaves you at peace even while your ass screams out for the spanking to stop.
“Such a strange paradox,” you think to yourself as the stinging in your ass begins to radiate through your sex and beyond.
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“Come sit on my lap my pet,” I croon, pulling you across my lap as though making to cuddle you. You eagerly hop up at the invitation, perhaps believing that events are about to take a more romantic turn.
As you settle in on my thighs, without warning I reach beneath your legs and tip you backward, legs flying up in the air.
“What pleases me right now my little one is to add some color to these lovely cheeks,” I command. “You rightly told me that your ass is mine to do with as I see fit, when I see fit, and how I see fit. Well, this is what I desire right now!” I grunt the barehanded spanking beginning with no warmup. “No need to count the strokes my love as there will be far too many landing far too fast for you to count.”
My open-faced palm mercilessly lands on your cheeks barely awakened so early in the morning. The sensation is harsh and stingy and after only a few swats your legs are bucking and kicking held aloft. You squirm and mew at the onslaught but do not move to break away. It seems that you are finally beginning to understand.
Spanking you pleases me and in that you are learning to draw satisfaction. You are beginning to recognize the warm glow of pride at being able to take what Master dishes out without complaint or demure. The genuine submissive within you is finally beginning to take hold and you gain the first signs of satisfaction from your service.
This is not punishment. This is not correction. This is just plain fun. Your Master is enjoying his Saturday morning and it pleases you that he is relaxed and happy. The warm glow of knowing you are fulfilling not only his wishes but also satisfying a basic urge within yourself leaves you at peace even while your ass screams out for the spanking to stop.
“Such a strange paradox,” you think to yourself as the stinging in your ass begins to radiate through your sex and beyond.
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