Just What I Needed

Crack!

The jolting sound generated by the impact of wood against flesh shocked me as much as the acute pain it yielded. Again, Randy struck my bottom with the fearsome bath brush. I wriggled in discomfort. I opened my mouth to scream, but a third burning impact stole my breath before I had the chance.

Randy tightened his grip around my waist and quickly resumed his assault. The blows fell at a rapid rate concentrating upon surfaces I previously used for sitting. I wanted to escape. This spanking was more than I had anticipated. Far more in fact. Yes, it was me who suggested that we play earlier in the day. Yes, I did lower my jeans and my underwear in preparation. Yes, I quite willingly placed myself across the lap of my lover for precisely this purpose. But it hurts!

As my spanking proceeded, all I could think was “Ow, ow, ow!” When I regained my wind, I emitted a screech that hardly sounded like my voice. I couldn’t help it. My poor rear was on fire and he obviously lacked the good sense to stop.

Each time I struggled, Randy tightened his grip and spanked that much harder. This situation, I thought, was intolerable. I wanted a fun spanking, but this session had become anything but fun.

In time, however, panic gave way to resignation and resistance to acceptance. Once Randy felt my muscles begin to relax, he loosened his hold and lightened his swats. Before long, he was rubbing my punished mounds. This sensation, while it hurt, was a most welcome one. I like having my man’s hands on my behind under any circumstances. Immediately after such a vigorous spanking, the result was positively electric. His combination of rubs, squeezes, and light smacks was enough to unleash the carnal hunger that had built within me.

I leapt from the bed and knelt in front of him. Without a request or instruction, I lowered his pants and placed his member into my mouth. Its swollen length filled my oral cavity. Up and down I bobbed, licking, stroking, and gently sucking as I went. His groans suggested that I was on the right path. His panting was short and fast. When he inhaled deeply and then held the breath, I knew his completion was near. Sure enough, I felt his jet fire against the back of my throat. He moaned with release and with pleasure. I had satisfied his need.

My lover then applied a vibrator in a most delightful manner. I climaxed three or four times before we collapsed in each others’ arms. We adore those motionless moments together, bathed in perspiration, captured by exhaustion, and bonded with love.

The spanking may have seemed like more than I wanted, but in truth, it was all that I needed. Thank you, dear husband of mine. You knew. That’s why I love you!

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