He sat in the chair surrounded by calm, he didn't look at me, but through me, a single finger directed me towards him
Once I stood before him, he vigilantly placed me over his knees,
Fingertips eased up my skirt, then slid over the blue cotton fabric that covered the firmness of my behind,
They roamed over my backside with gentleness, they ease over my inner thigh with a feathery light touch,
My body flinched when a single finger was felt easing up to the elastic of my panties leg opening, then ease under it and follow its edge back and forth, each time easing closer to my center core
The tip of his finger pushing through my unruly forest was felt, it roamed near, but never touched the center of my heat,
In my mind I knew he could feel the heat seeping from my molten core, and he knew I badly wanted him to touch it,
A moan of wanting lust and needy greed escaped past my lips, as his finger retreats from under my panties
Tiny shivers ran over my flash as fingertips now eased over the roundness of my back side,
My eyes closed as sensations from his light touch continuously reached back and forth over my buttocks, while teasing its flesh with tenderness,
Just as my body became placid, his grip around my waist became tighter, his fingertips no longer wondered over my butt flesh, instead they gently pulled my panties slowly down,
A rush of cool air circulating over my expose flesh was felt as he eased the soft blue fabric off my buttocks,
My breath quickly inhaled as the blue soft fabric eased over the flesh that covered the thick of my thighs,
In all do purpose, his fingertips slowly dragged my panties forcefully down my legs, then over my knees, once over my knees, he let them go and watched them free fall to my ankle
Breaths became quick and deep in anticipation while silence surrounded us, he didn't say a word, he just sat quiet and still, but I could feel his eyes taking me in, I could feel them sizing me, sexing me, wondering in me,
Just as the silence was driving me into a mental frenzy, a crack in the air broke the silence of the room
My head popped up, my eyes opened wide, my backside from the waist down tensed tight, as the pain from his hand snapping down hard on my buttocks totally caught me by surprise,
No words were spoken, just the sound of his hand smacking on my backside was heard, it was followed by sharp pain
Smack-OOh, Smack-OOh, Smack-OOh
Normally he's very vocal about why he's spanking me, he tells me I have been a bad girl, or I didn't listen, or I have been asking for it, but this is the first time he spanked me in total silence, my body doesn't seem to know how to react too this sudden down pour of his hand
With my backside glowing,
I can't take not knowing,
So I moan, what did I do, what did I do?
Smack- Crack, oh hell, he just cupped his hand, he knows I hate it when he cups his hand because it drives the pain deeper into my buns,
Again I yell, baby, what did I do?
Crack-Crack, Crack, Oh shi_.... Shut up woman I say to myself, just take it
Just as my mind submits to his doings, the pain is no longer felt, a glow in my loins flows throughout my body, the I should be ashamed that my purposely wetting womb is overflowing race through my mind,
My lungs deeply moan, while the sensation of needing his hardness deep in the center of my heat, rise like the morning sun in the middle of July...
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