| Straight: BDSM: A First Whisper of Pain (2/4) |
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and leaving them in an untidy heap in front of the sofa. We kissed, my hands roaming over your back, while your hand fell into my lap, and began to knead the hard, urgent length that was stirring ever more as I thought of what was to come. "Someone's pleased to see me..." you said playfully as you pulled and pushed at my cock - rubbing my intently through the denim. Suddenly, I placed a firm hand on your chest, between your naked tits and pushed you away a little - breaking the kiss. "That's very naughty." I said, simply. For a second I almost saw the same look of laughter that I had greeted your suggestion with two weeks previously. The look was gone in an instant. Then you folded your hands in your lap and shyly dropped your gaze. "I'm sorry." You said, simply. "Did I do bad?" I nodded - although you weren't looking even looking at me. I tenderly cupped one of your cheeks in my hand, amazed by how quickly you'd fallen into the role. I was distantly aware of my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans. "You understand I've got to bring you in line, don't you?" I asked - my voice tremulous with excitement. You nodded, your hair bobbling up and down over your eyes. Then you looked up - the need in your eyes burned into mine. "What will you do with me?" You asked. "Over my knee." I said, trying to inject some sternness into my voice. The words were hardly out of my mouth when you were scrambling awkwardly into position over my knee. Within seconds, you were laying across my lap, squirming with anticipation. Your arse looked so beautiful. Smooth, round, unsullied buttocks. I ran my hand tenderly over them - tracing a finger along the fine crease where they met the top of your legs. You shivered pleasurably, but I heard you whisper: "Please..." I raised my hand up, pausing for a second as I did so - noticing that it was trembling slightly. I saw you tensing and held my hand there for a moment longer. Then suddenly, I brought it down with a hard crack - my palm landed flat on your naked skin. A harsh slapping sound in the quiet of the front room. Instinctively, I wanted to recoil - unused to delivering pain to someone I loved - but something in my stirred powerfully. You moaned. You body squirmed. "More... please..." your voice a mere whisper. I raised my hand, still trembling. I could see a faint trace of fading pink where my hand had landed. Excitement coursed through my veins like the sweetest adrenalin. Again I swung my hand down. Harder this time. Wanting to feel the pleasure of your pain. A cleaner contact. I felt a numb sting in my palm as it met your flesh with a meaty slapping sound. You let out a soft 'whhuuf' sound as you exhaled with the impact. Your hips writhed... a sensuous meeting of skin in a fraction of a second. I could only imagine how you felt, exposed to me. You squirmed some more... "please..." Again, I lifted my hand - and this time the pink mark was more vivid, and fading slower. With barely contained wonderment I saw the outlines of my fingers etched in rose against your skin. My cock was pressed awkwardly against your belly, caught in folds of denim, trapped - but surging with desire. This time I struck |
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Well done!
