Spanking Desires

Red handprint on bottom

It’s been ages since I have been spanked, but tonight it will finally happen again. Master T has arranged for Mister Silent to give me a ‘well-deserved spanking’, as he calls it. Why I deserve it, I have no idea, but I don’t care. Just the idea of being spanked totally excites me. It awakens the butterflies in my tummy and moistens my cunt.

I know my cunt will get even wetter during the spanking, but for now my mind is filled with thoughts. Will I be able to handle the spanking? It’s the first time Mister Silent will spank me. The first time I will be across his lap, my bottom exposed, his hand touching my skin and reddening it, hurting me, exciting me. How hard will he hit me? Will he watch my flesh quiver under his touch? Will he gently touch m between slaps? Will he enjoy seeing my bottom turning red from his touch? Will he run his finger between my lips, feeling my cunt getting slicker because of the pain I feel?

Moments before Mister Silent enters the room I am a nervous wreck. I’m excited to see him, but at the same time I’m a bit scared. What if I disappoint him? What if I disappoint Master T? What if I disappoint myself?

Mister Silent enters. He greets Master T before he turns to me to hug and kiss me. Not only a kiss on the mouth, but a lingering kiss with tongues touching. Just as I lean into him, enjoying the kiss and relaxing some. He grabs my arms and turns me around, holding me tight with my back pressing hard against his chest. One hand holds me in place, my arms twisted awkwardly behind me. His other hand disappears in my top, grabbing a breast and squeezing hard. I moan and try to bend forward to protect myself, but he holds on firmly, until I surrender to the pain and almost relax against him.

Suddenly he lets go of me.
“Undress!”

Once naked, he pulls me towards him. We exchange one more kiss before he grabs the back of my neck and forces me over his lap. My toes just barely touch the floor and my head rests on the couch. My bottom is turned up right in front of him, on his lap. His left hand rests lightly between my shoulder blades. He runs his right hand from the back of my keen to the top of my legs, stopping just before he touches my bottom. His hand moves to my other leg, mimicking the movements from just before.

“Ahhhhh,” I moan when unexpectedly his hand lands hard on both cheeks, two slaps in quick succession. Now his hand stays on my bottom, turning small circles om my reddening flesh. My body is tense, still feeling the pain from the slaps. He has a force in his hands that I didn’t expect. Slowly my body relaxes again, but only for a moment before the next two slaps land on both cheeks. Before I could process the pain and surprise, he continues.

A series of slaps rain on my buttocks. One on the left, one on the right. One on the left, two on the right, two on the left, one on the right, three on the right, two on the left, one on the right, one on the left. There is no way for me to follow the pattern, no way for me to know where the next slap will land. At first I fight the pain, but gradually I lean into it. I accept it. My body accepts it. Welcomes it. I want more. I get wet. Excited. Needy. I crave the pain he delivers.

I crave more than only the pain.

I want him to finger my cunt. But, if he does, it will mean that he stops spanking me. And I don’t want that. I want him to continue the spanking. I want him to spank me so hard, so long, that I spontaneously climax from that. It has never happened to me before and I don’t even know if I can climax from being spanked, but with Mister Silent I want to try. I turn my head to look at Master T. He smiles at me and says: “Your bottom has a beautiful color, but I want to see those marks for days to come…”

With those words I know the spanking is not over yet. And it won’t be over for a long time.

I might climax before it is over, or I might only climax once Mister Silent pushes his fingers deep into my cunt. I don’t care anymore. All I want is to be spanked and make them proud. Both of them.

And myself.

This has not really happened. It’s a fantasy I currently have.

© Rebel’s Notes

Wicked Wednesday

7 thoughts on “Spanking Desires

  1. Jo says:

    “At first I fight the pain, but gradually, I lean into it.” – totally identify with this! In impact play, my body always resists at first… until suddenly it gives in, and that’s when beautiful subspace starts. ^^

  2. As a spanker . . . not a spankee . . . I do love administering an OTK hand-spanking. There is something very, warming, about watching cheeks glow and redden.
    You’ve described your fantasy so well . . . I do hope you will enjoy the reality!!!
    Xxx – K

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