She was excited and nervous. She stopped and looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. Each attempt to understand herself only made her more nervous and anxious. She wanted to experience what it was like to be spanked — not slapped on the ass or punished for doing something wrong. She wanted an erotic spanking, to feel that pain in her flesh and that sting move through her body.
She had asked her husband Josh for it, and he tried to bring himself to. She loved him for his reasons in not being able to. He simply could not bear the thought of causing her physical pain, even if he knew that she wanted to receive it. It was a hard answer for her to accept at first. Why could he not understand how she needed it? Why did his sensibilities matter more than her needs? She hated needles and asked the nurse how she managed. The nurse described to her how painful it was mentally to get over her own squeamishness about sticking a person with a needle, the anxiety that she experienced in nursing school from just sticking mannequins.
Mia realized that if she continued to push, she would do the same thing to Josh, and she could not take that. When she told Josh that she understood, but she still had this need and wanted a way to experience the release, he surprised her with a solution.
It was one of those things that if clients knew what it was, the mostly likely would not mind it. He was a handsome man, tall with short black hair and light, bright blue — almost silver — eyes.
He had the kind of bearing that Mia could associate with someone who was dominant, an alpha type. She had recognized it then, in the very brief interactions she had with him.
His eyes had a way of capturing a person, and looking into them was hard. She had a sense when she tried that she had not — earned it. She could think of no other way to describe it. Dave would come over to give Mia the spanking she so desperately wanted. Josh would not be there to watch it. Just as he could not bear to strike her, he knew he would not be able to watch either. Mia had his permission to do anything else as well. He had talked to Dave and did other research besides.
He understood that her emotions and desires would be running high once the spanking was through. He did not want her to feel bad about anything else that happened with it. He would be next door with their neighbors for the afternoon. All day, Dave sent Mia little messages to prepare her for their session. He would be arriving promptly at three-thirty. He wanted her to touch herself, but not to orgasm. She had to do it in front of a mirror, one part voyeur, and one part exhibitionist.
That was a frustrating experience. Mia had done it before. She was not a stranger to masturbation, using it to help herself get to sleep when Josh was out of town on business. She hated sleeping in the bed alone. He had her do that twice, and she could still feel the itch between her legs. His other instructions did nothing to help that. He instructed her to gently massage lotion into the skin of her buttocks every hour, to ensure that the skin was soft and supple.
She had to be thorough with the application of the lotion as well. Her skin was not to be oily or slick, only soft and smooth. She also had to find an old skirt or shorts, something that would hug her body and she did not mind ruining. She was to cut the ass out of it and put it on. She wore that now, with no panties, just as Dave had told her to. She felt cheap and slutty. That feeling only compounded her desire to be spanked. She could be treated like what she was, getting what she deserved.
The thought was terrible, she knew, but it was so hot and the desire between her legs grew into a desperate heat every time it entered her mind. The doorbell rang and Mia walked quickly to the door. She looked through the peephole to see Dave standing there.
She opened the door for him and ushered him inside. Today he wore a very nice suit, black and tailored with a white shirt underneath it and a blue tie with different hues running through it. As she closed the door, she could feel his eyes on her body and a thrill moved through her. When she turned, she saw the lust in those eyes and her breath caught in her throat. The contrast to the brightness of his eyes made her tremble. Dave took her hand and led her to the living room. He guided her to stand beside her couch and place her hands on the arm so that she bent over slightly.
Calling him Dave or saying anything else was disrespectful. When she stood straight and looked up at him, she saw the approval in his eyes.
He was not here to do anything that she and Josh, and he and Josh had not agreed to. You have a submissive streak to you that is delicious. That would, she thought, be an incredible thing. Maybe if she enjoyed this, it would be something she could talk to Josh about. She had the sense that she could trust Dave, that he understood very well what she was wanting and where the lines were. Red any time I need to stop, but most especially when I have had as much as I can take.
His eyes were still bright, though, and she did not feel ashamed of her question. I like to give as much pain as someone can take. She realized she could get lost in them. She thought it must be incredibly easy for anyone so inclined to fall on their knees before this man. She thought it might even supersede gender, that anyone, man or woman, no matter even their own preferences, could gladly fall down and do whatever Dave said. She turned to the couch and placed her hands on the arm, bending forward.
Dave placed his hand on her ass, rubbing it lightly. The feeling was gentle and sensual, and she relaxed. The first slaps were light on her skin, merely taps and teases. She relaxed further and let her mind float along the sensations. Mia did not register that the strikes were harder until the first jolt of pain moved through her body, sliding along her nerves, up her spine, and to her mind, shooting through the sensual haze that filled her.
The sound of flesh striking flesh pierced her ears and the shock of a harder strike moved through her body. Dave alternated between her ass cheeks, each strike sharper, harder, and faster than the one before it. Her body shivered with each strike as her mind swam in the pain of each strike, sharp, warm, and hard.
The feeling of his palm striking her skin made the warmth between her legs soar and she wanted more, ever more. The increase in pain only brought it on more, and her arousal only made her ass more sensitive. The intensity of his strikes grew, and Mia cried out.
Her ass ached already, but she only wanted more. She would only let him continue until she was nothing but his strikes against her skin. She cried out again with each strike against her flesh, sometimes calling for more, something simply uttering a primal, guttural noise, somewhere between the pain she was feeling and the pleasure she was experiencing.
Dave struck hard, now, sharp, and fast. She felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden. As he knees weakened, she realized what had happened and fell to her knees. He helped her to stand and led her to the couch. Sometimes it only happens the first time. Sometimes it happens every time. Your body releases endorphins as your pleasure builds up with the pain. She looked up at him to see only softness in his eyes now. If you want this again, please let him know.
It would be my honor and pleasure to do it. She had no idea why she was crying. She had no idea.