I Am Still Spanked
The thing with Harold Ian Peter Pinnock is he doesn't spank in anger or to control my behavior. It is a pure act to him. The act was lustful. The first time I went back to his place I wasn't expecting a dungeon or various benches for him to play with me: I have only become aware of such things as I have investigated this genre of sex. He was nothing like the Grey guy in those books. He wasn't a billionaire for a start. I am being diverted because this was all before that trilogy. We didn't have a list of misdemeanors and the punishment they attracted, there wasn't any contract. When Harry wanted me over his knee he put me there. When I wanted a spanking I asked for one. No, wait, I never had to ask him for one! He regularly put me over his knee.
We went from the pub to his house. It was a short walk and I was a little drunk. He was sober, only having a pint and a couple of vodkas, he was always sober. I wined a little about the distance, the chill in the air and my shoes.
He held me tight, told me we were nearly there and offered me his coat. This surprised me because he didn't offer to warm my bottom.
His house, a terrace two up two down was typical of most of the men I have known. Tidy enough but around it were piles of paper, magazines and assorted stuff. The kitchen had a pile of washing up to do that looked like quite a number of days worth. His sitting room in the back of the house had the usual guy stuff, a sofa facing a TV and the games console.
He sat patted his knee. "You know what is going to happen."
"What have I done?"
"You wined all the way here. Take off your skirt and get over my knee."
My skirt dropped to the floor with a shimmy to get it over my hips. Before I could position me he held up his hand to stop me and gripped my panties pulling them down to my ankles. Over I went. He positioned me so my bottom was pointing upwards. My spanking began straight onto the bare.
Although all spankings have the same effect, that being a red bottom, not all spankings are the same. Harry did mix it up. Sometimes he would go from cheek to cheek and not stop till he had finished. Another time he may concentrate on one cheek at a time, the times I counted (not often) he was pretty even. Sometimes he would just spank across the middle. When he decided I was in for a long one, he would pause and rub my cheeks and slip a finger over my lips and slid in feeling how wet I was. The pauses could last minutes which gave the spanks an added sting when he resumed then.
That night I was over his knee for around five minutes before he told me to get up. I wanted his manhood and moved for his trousers but he stopped me.
"Get naked and bend over the sofa by the time I get back."
I did as I was told and stretched my hands out to the sofa, my red *** was pointing at the door to his stairs so he would see it when he returned. Just being in this position ready for that big member of his which feels so great when he slides it all the way in from the rear meant I had to touch myself just a little.
Of course as he stepped through the door my fingers were on my ****. I looked at him upside down (to me being bent over) and he was naked and that very straight large **** proudly before him. I watched it come towards me and missed what was in his hand.
"Can't you wait?"
"No."
He stood to the side of me and pulled my hips close to him so I could feel his hardness pressed between us and slide his fingers over my lips. "You want me to **** you now?" He liked to tease me and I knew he was but I still had to affirm that I did. "But you're a bad girl. Bad girls don't get pleasure."
"Harry, please. Don't be a bas." I stopped short. But he spanked me all the same, very hard.
He then slid it in part way, gave me a couple of slaps before sliding in all the way. He withdrew half way and a couple of slaps more. Every time his hand struck me his **** twitched. Even he couldn't resist that for long and he did **** me hard for a few minutes until I climaxed.
He withdrew his mighty member and slapped my still warm rear. "Stay where you are. I'm gonna teach your fowl mouth a lesson.
Within a second I felt the slipper for the first time. As he bounced the slipper on my flesh before the second thwack he told me I was to receive 12 for not waiting for him and I presume the swears. I didn't like the slipper, it was broad causing the thud to spread. By the sixth I was letting out a scream. Harry paused and gave me a rub, slipping his finger inside and rubbing on my ****. I was still very turned on so there really was no need. He eased up on the following six.
He sat on his sofa and I went in for a suck but he stopped me and made me straddle him. He pulled of my top and bra as I rode him, as he licked and suckled on my nipples teasing them and nipping them with his teeth I multipuled.
That was when he told me my punishment wasn't over yet. "Touch your toes, I'm going to cane you."
After the slipper the thought of the cane was quite scary. I looked at him holding the bamboo in his hand and that glistening **** and I obeyed. I reached down and parted my legs till my hands reached my ankles.
He grunted at the site he saw, "I'll start with six."
I took a deep breath as the first sting struck. It snaked up my spine and bit into my brain. It is hard to describe a caning. Yes he struck the full six, and yes they all hurt but the pain was a good pain, much better than the slipper, it took the pleasure to a new level. After the sixth he entered me again. He felt harder than he had before which maybe more due to my pleasure than him being physically harder. I lost count of my ******* long before he filled me up and we both collapsed onto the floor. After five minutes of heavy deep breathing waiting for our hearts to decrease we retired to his bed and cuddled into deep sleep.
The next morning I was in the bathroom counting my bruises in the mirror.
We went from the pub to his house. It was a short walk and I was a little drunk. He was sober, only having a pint and a couple of vodkas, he was always sober. I wined a little about the distance, the chill in the air and my shoes.
He held me tight, told me we were nearly there and offered me his coat. This surprised me because he didn't offer to warm my bottom.
His house, a terrace two up two down was typical of most of the men I have known. Tidy enough but around it were piles of paper, magazines and assorted stuff. The kitchen had a pile of washing up to do that looked like quite a number of days worth. His sitting room in the back of the house had the usual guy stuff, a sofa facing a TV and the games console.
He sat patted his knee. "You know what is going to happen."
"What have I done?"
"You wined all the way here. Take off your skirt and get over my knee."
My skirt dropped to the floor with a shimmy to get it over my hips. Before I could position me he held up his hand to stop me and gripped my panties pulling them down to my ankles. Over I went. He positioned me so my bottom was pointing upwards. My spanking began straight onto the bare.
Although all spankings have the same effect, that being a red bottom, not all spankings are the same. Harry did mix it up. Sometimes he would go from cheek to cheek and not stop till he had finished. Another time he may concentrate on one cheek at a time, the times I counted (not often) he was pretty even. Sometimes he would just spank across the middle. When he decided I was in for a long one, he would pause and rub my cheeks and slip a finger over my lips and slid in feeling how wet I was. The pauses could last minutes which gave the spanks an added sting when he resumed then.
That night I was over his knee for around five minutes before he told me to get up. I wanted his manhood and moved for his trousers but he stopped me.
"Get naked and bend over the sofa by the time I get back."
I did as I was told and stretched my hands out to the sofa, my red *** was pointing at the door to his stairs so he would see it when he returned. Just being in this position ready for that big member of his which feels so great when he slides it all the way in from the rear meant I had to touch myself just a little.
Of course as he stepped through the door my fingers were on my ****. I looked at him upside down (to me being bent over) and he was naked and that very straight large **** proudly before him. I watched it come towards me and missed what was in his hand.
"Can't you wait?"
"No."
He stood to the side of me and pulled my hips close to him so I could feel his hardness pressed between us and slide his fingers over my lips. "You want me to **** you now?" He liked to tease me and I knew he was but I still had to affirm that I did. "But you're a bad girl. Bad girls don't get pleasure."
"Harry, please. Don't be a bas." I stopped short. But he spanked me all the same, very hard.
He then slid it in part way, gave me a couple of slaps before sliding in all the way. He withdrew half way and a couple of slaps more. Every time his hand struck me his **** twitched. Even he couldn't resist that for long and he did **** me hard for a few minutes until I climaxed.
He withdrew his mighty member and slapped my still warm rear. "Stay where you are. I'm gonna teach your fowl mouth a lesson.
Within a second I felt the slipper for the first time. As he bounced the slipper on my flesh before the second thwack he told me I was to receive 12 for not waiting for him and I presume the swears. I didn't like the slipper, it was broad causing the thud to spread. By the sixth I was letting out a scream. Harry paused and gave me a rub, slipping his finger inside and rubbing on my ****. I was still very turned on so there really was no need. He eased up on the following six.
He sat on his sofa and I went in for a suck but he stopped me and made me straddle him. He pulled of my top and bra as I rode him, as he licked and suckled on my nipples teasing them and nipping them with his teeth I multipuled.
That was when he told me my punishment wasn't over yet. "Touch your toes, I'm going to cane you."
After the slipper the thought of the cane was quite scary. I looked at him holding the bamboo in his hand and that glistening **** and I obeyed. I reached down and parted my legs till my hands reached my ankles.
He grunted at the site he saw, "I'll start with six."
I took a deep breath as the first sting struck. It snaked up my spine and bit into my brain. It is hard to describe a caning. Yes he struck the full six, and yes they all hurt but the pain was a good pain, much better than the slipper, it took the pleasure to a new level. After the sixth he entered me again. He felt harder than he had before which maybe more due to my pleasure than him being physically harder. I lost count of my ******* long before he filled me up and we both collapsed onto the floor. After five minutes of heavy deep breathing waiting for our hearts to decrease we retired to his bed and cuddled into deep sleep.
The next morning I was in the bathroom counting my bruises in the mirror.
By:
sindydoll
Age:
41-45
,
Female
