SPANK ME

Its about a quarter to one in the morning. We’ve been sitting mostly in silence, enjoying a plate of fresh fruit.

“Shall we go check out what’s happening downstairs?” You stand up and lead the way to the door. I feel as if you’ve read my mind!

We head down the stairs and stand in the middle of the room. Most of the nights activities have wound down. However, there are a few clusters of people still occupying the front and back of the dungeon.

I look at you and smile. Before I can say a word, your arm shoots out as your fingers aquire a viper’s grip in my hair. “On your knees, Slut” You growl.
My mind reels, as my heart tapdances in my chest. I am fearful and yet hopefull in the same instant. I have been caught offgaurd, and yet this is what I’ve been waiting for all evening.

I sink to the floor. I am nervous, and yet being at your feet puts me at peace. Using my hair as a handle, you rub my face against your thigh. I feel the rough material of your kilt against my cheek. I close my eyes and let the sensation pull me in. I could endure this moment forever. And yet, I am anxious to see what’s next.

I look up, searching your face for a clue as to what I should do next. But there is none. Your eyes have gone cold- and yet I am not afraid.

I look down, and resume my nuzzling. I focus my thoughts on you, pleasing you, making you proud. But my trance is cut short a moment later.
“Up, slut.”
I try to obey, but my legs don’t respond quick enough. You pull me up by my hair, and push me against the floor-to-ceiling display cage that stands a few feet from us.

My mind flashes back to earlier in the evening; we had watched two submissives begging for bits of food while they were locked in this cage; poked with wooden ‘kebab skewers, and taunted.

My mind is brought back to the present as You pull my hips out, forcing me to bend at the waist. I grab hold of the bars of the cage, and rest my forehead against them as you spread my legs. You spread them far enough that I must stand on tiptoe, supporting some of my weight on my arms.

You pull the hem of my dress up around my hips, and I wonder what I must look like- my eyes closed, chest rising and falling with anticipation. My pantiless, but garter-clad ass, reaching out, begging to be spanked. My legs, wrapped in black thigh-highs, spread, and exposing everything. I can smell my arrousal, and I wonder if you can too.

And then it happens; the first ‘twack’ of your hand on my bare skin. I love when you use your hands. We always joke that they are perfect for spanking- and they are just that. Your hands are not to be underestimated. The speed and rhythm at which you use them, quickly warms my ass. And soon I am cringing, scruntching my face in pain, and struggling to keep my face from hitting the bars of the cage; the force you use is that great.

At one point another Dominant approaches. I feel his presence, and open my eyes briefly to see him leaning against the cage next to me, a curious grin on his face. I shut my eyes again. Shutting him out- shutting them all out. It is only you and I.

“May I borrow that?” I hear him ask. You respectfully decline his request. Informing him that ‘it’ won’t be available for others to use for quite some time.

“Could he mean me?” I wonder in my pain induced haze. Or more likely, was it your brand new wooden paddle that he was referring to? The thoughts circle in my mind. Would I mind being rented out? Did the thought turn me on? The possibilities and my emotions flooding my brain, battling eachother. Pros and cons weighing themselves.

You are unhooking my garters, these precious seconds seem like hours. As it gives me too much time to think. I am slipping. I need more pain.

Khloe