Spanking Number 2 - Just Because...
(Just to warn you that this is a bit more graphic than I normally write.)
Dan will spank me for all sorts of reasons - never punishment, but reminders, de-stressing, prevention spankings, the occasional bit of discipline and lots of good girl spankings. He has also, of late, taken to spanking me just because.
If you've read the first part of this, you'll know I was feeling on top of the world after my encounter with Dan's belt, even if he wasn't so keen. In my mind I was wondering how long I could spin out those feelings of euphoria. When my stress has been dealt with, I am reborn and ready to tackle anything.
Therefore nothing was further from my mind twenty four hours later when Dan woke me from a pleasant dream to run a finger down my spine. Deja vu, I thought happily.
Things progressed, as things often will. Dan is very practised at taking me to the limit, then backing off a little before proceeding. He will sometimes do this several times, and I have been known to get quite stroppy with him. A woman's needs are manyfold, after all.
Having said that, I do like to play, and Dan likes to encourage me. After all, he lived with a totally inhibited wife for years, so now I owe it to him to give him a good time.
We weren't in a hurry and we played, laughed and joked. The bed was tousled,
my hair was tousled,
and I was tousled. It's a good thing the springs are strong.
So we made love leisurely and with regard to each other's favourite desires,
and I lay face down diagonally across his legs having neither desire nor strength to move, and my eyelids drooping, when
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I moved to roll away; to try to get up; to crawl forwards out of reach.
His left hand pressed me firmly down in position.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
He continued to warm my cheeks, sit-spots and up and down my upper thighs.
We had been using strawberry flavoured lube, and my cheeks were wet all over. The sting was incredible. His hand continued to hold me down.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I was at that stage when I didn't know whether to yell at him, yelp, swear or burst into tears.
And then something amazing happened. I felt this build up of ecstasy and a spurt of wetness I had never felt before. Dan did wonder if I had wet myself. But it wasn't that.
I had the most incredible orgasm.
It was an overlapping of pleasure and pain that just kept going and going in recurring waves until I thought I would just happily die there and then.
Naturally Dan had to take advantage of the situation.
"Look what you did" I muttered, turning round and crawling up the bed and sinking my head back into my pillow. "I don't think I'll ever walk straight again."
"I don't think I will either" he replied. "This has amazed me as well."
We both lay in varying degrees of shock and satiation.
"That took my by surprise. You spanked really hard, I wondered what I had done." I turned to glare at him, teasingly. "What was the reason for that spanking? Don't I get to know?"
"There was no reason. I just felt like watching your bottom turn red. I spanked you just because I felt like it."
I struggled to sit up, trying to run a hand through my hair, and wondering whether I could beat Dan to the shower.
"We must try this again some time," Dan grinned, pushed me back on the bed and galloped out the bedroom door and along the landing to the bathroom.
Yes, I thought later, as I squirmed happily on our hard wooden settle in the kitchen, we most definitely must.