Friday Evening Spanking

I receive my orders. I nod and quietly slip out of his study.

The instructions had been issued clinically and precise:

1. Wear the leather collar I bought you;

2. Wear the ankle and wrist restraints and leather G-String;

3. Wear nothing else.

4. Be ready at sunset.

The anticipation starts.

Spanking is not regarded to be a frivolous act in our household. To the contrary, it is a serious affair, every detail planned, never on impulse.

I start with the preparations. I take a long soaking bath. The house is quiet, the children gone. We do not speak.

I dress according to my instructions and add his favourite berry lipstick and a touch of perfume. My image reflects in the mirror and I detect a devious smile on my carefully made up face.

I light the candles in the bedroom and switch off all the lights in the rest of the house.

I load a classical music CD. Cinema by Laurent Korcia.

The scene is theatrical.

I retire to the bedroom, waiting. My mind is empty, only anticipation remains.

I hear his footsteps as he approaches the bedroom. I turn on all fours. Making sure that my behind is angled at him as he comes through the door. I do not see his face. I hear him taking the paddle.

My senses sharpen. I smell him. I hear him. I feel the first blow. My skin stings. I close my eyes. I hear the music, a violin wailing somewhere remote.

The whipping is slow, systematic; he counts each blow out loud.

He pauses and his hand searches between my legs.

“You are wet” he says sternly. I nod in total submission.

He brushes against my body and I feel his hardness. An overwhelming desire takes hold of me. I want to suck him. I want to please him. I want him to come deep inside of me.

“Wait, wait” I caution myself, I need to obey his orders.

The final blow is issued. I am soaking wet.

He massages my behind. “You are turning red” he says with a sadistic gratification in his voice. My eyes burn with tears.

He turns me around and heaves down on me. “I love you” he says.
“ I love you too” I say, “Thank you”.

Por una Cabeza starts playing in the background.

The mood changes and we hold one another tight.

Instead of bondage play, we make love slowly, intimately and intense whilst floating on an emotional high.