Spanked

“Come here,” He says.

It’s late.  i’m tired.  i don’t want to go there.  

But i do, and i hear myself say, “What???” in this snarky, whiny voice.

He raises an eyebrow.

“What, Sir?” i say, more respectfully, trying to make it sound like that was what i meant the first time.

He laughs.  “Nice save,” He says.  “Bend over the arm of the couch and lift your skirt,” He says. 

i don’t want to. i really, really don’t want to.

i was in the middle of reading a fetlife discussion.  i’m tired and cranky.  i don’t want to.

“But Sir,” i say, and i know that’s a bad idea, but i can’t help it, “But, Sir…” and i see His face.  Now i wish i hadn’t said anything.

“i’m sorry…” i start,

~~ but He is out of His chair, and has my hair clutched firmly in His hand.  Quickly, firmly, He moves me so i am bent over the arm of the couch.  

My feet don’t touch the ground.  My  face is pressed to the couch.

He raises my skirt.  i am not wearing panties.

One hand still in my hair, His other hand falls on my ass – hard.  

Again.

Again – over and over – His hand lands on my bare ass, as i begin to whimper.  Steadily, he whacks me.  

i begin to squirm.

It is not a nuanced spanking, the blows are rapid and they are all hard.  

i whimper.

There is no caressing inbetween the stinging rain of smacks on my ass, which is getting redder by the second.

i begin to cry.  Just a little bit, tears trickling down my face.

He continues, covering every inch of my ass, leaving no spot unmarked with the red warmth from His hand.

i’m squirming, trying to get away, i can’t help it, but with my feet off the floor and His hand in my hair, i’m stuck.

My chest heaves as i start to cry harder; i feel a tightness inside me loosen.  

A heaviness fades away.

i am still crying, still squirming, but  a barrier comes down.

My heart opens.  i slip into submission.

And the tears stop.  i had been sobbing, and now they’ve slowed to a trickle.  My ass is on fire, and i’m focused on His hand, which must also be burning, as hard as He’s spanking me, and still it falls steadily on my ass.

i slide into submission, and everything fades away except His hand and my ass.  As something shifts inside me, i am no longer squirming to escape.  

i sigh, and relax into the pain, allowing it to fill me, offering myself to it…

…offering myself to Him.

And He stops.  His stops as abruptly as He had started, and now my ass feels more exposed, red and hot and throbbing, raised up over the arm of the couch.

His hand still in my hair, He helps me stand.  Pulls my skirt off, leaving it pooled at my feet.

“Shirt,” He says, and i pull it off as quickly as i can.

Naked now, i shiver.

He tilts my head back so i’m looking directly into His face.  “What do you say?” He asks.

“Thank you, Sir,” i say, and i feel tears spill over again.  The “thank you” is coming from deep inside me, i mean it passionately.

He releases my hair then, goes back to His chair.  i am standing, bereft, until He says,

“Come show me.    Come please Me with your mouth.”

With great joy, i kneel before Him…

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i don’t know.

i don’t know what i want.  

i don’t know what i need.

Maybe i’m just a fantasy writer.

Maybe i need to give myself some time.  Maybe i just need to take it slow, to be friends.  Maybe i’m not ready for a relationship.

Maybe i need to be spanked.  

i don’t know.