I must confess. I enjoy being spanked. I like it in a very silly everyday kind of way as well. For instance, as I leave the room I walk over to my true love and bend over till he gives me a little smack on the bottom. Gives me a pleasant little jolt. Then I proceed to do mundane household tasks with sex on the brain. Definitely not a bad thing.
I was so excited to test out my new toys I could barely contain my enthusiasm even a moment. Unfortunately, my true love hurt his back quite badly at work and is in a fair amount of pain. Sex has been less frequent, and I can only get on him and be ever so careful and gentle. We manage, cause this dirty girl gets cranky without regular sex.
I’ll set my scene for you.
We kiss, touch and explore with fingers and tongues. The passion rises in us both as we lay close to one another. I gently kneel beside him and take him in my mouth. I suck, lick then back away. More kisses await before we are through. As I lean in to do this to him, he genly caresses my clit and tests the boundries of how deeply he can insert his fingers. He knows my body so well. He strokes the spot as I start to quake. I need more. I need you inside me baby.
I climb on rear facing and lean forward. Bringing his girth so deeply inside. He moans and grabs onto my waist to guide me in and out. As I lean to grab the footrail on the bed, he takes that paddle, gives me a paddle to the left, then right, then back, and ooohhhhh how I love it! I feel his throb inside me then. Feel the heat of release. I then discover I am temporarily immobile. Have to sit and take a few breaths first. Oh the power of good sex.
I have to spend more time exploring the paddle when he is feeling more feisty. It is flexible leather and feels just as nice (if not better) than a spank with a hand. I am simply trying to convince him that it is ok with me. I want it.
