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4.25.2016: Spank Me


Inspired by: Masturbation Monday


Spank Me

The angle was all wrong, there wasn’t enough bite, and my frustration was making the moment cold. The sigh that escaped my lips sounded just as defeated as I felt. I turned the vibe off and sat down on the bed that I’d been arched over in a sour mood. I’d tried to create the same high that I’d experienced with Him and it fell flat. The spanking wasn’t the same. I growled and turned suddenly when I heard chuckling behind me.

“How’d that work out for you?” I glared at Him and then without a second thought it transformed into a pout.

“That won’t help you either.”


“No buts… you know how I feel about brats.”

I sat quietly toying with my hair.  I looked up to see him looking at the vibe on the bed. I blushed and looked away.

“What exactly were you doing?”

I knew modesty and lies would get me nowhere. I looked him dead on and spoke. “I wanted to be spanked while masturbating but when I tried it, it didn’t feel the same as when you do it.”

He chuckled. “Poor girl. And you didn’t ask me to join because…?”

“You were busy.”

“Bend over.”


“Bend. Over.” His command registered in all the right places.

I bent over slowly and put my ass toward him, holding on to the railing. He took his time sliding his fingers over my body. I relaxed into his caress closing my eyes.

“Turn your vibe to the highest setting. You’ll have to your count of 20 to come. You will count off every spank. If you lose count, no orgasm.”

I groaned and grabbed the vibe. I placed it on my clit on the highest setting. I began moving it over my lips and folds awakening my cunt fully.

“Hold on, wetness.”

I prepared myself but when that first strike was delivered it was more than I’d imagined. I gasped as the pain radiated into please.

“Are we ending so soon?”

I whimpered. “1, Sir.”

“That must have been good. We know how much you hate Sir.”

More strikes landed. “2, 3, 4, 5, 6!”

My cheeks were aching and I still had 14 more to go. The vibrator slid over my cunt through my dripping folds. This was what I needed. I moaned riding the vibrator and bucking against it. His hands wrapped around my throat and I shivered. I closed my eyes zoning everything out but him.

“7, 8, 9, Mmm… please. 10, 11, 12 oooooh!”

I pressed the vibe harder against my clit and the pain from the over-stimulation made me spiral into a fit of orgasms.

His hand was waiting. “13. 14. 15.” I panted. Must. Keep. Counting.

“16. Sir! 17. 18. 19.” I ground out through clenched teeth.

“YES! 20!” I screamed. I collapsed dropping the vibe from my cunt. The spasms shook every cell in my body making me a babbling, moaning mess.

I cuddled my pillow and let my body process as it may. I hummed in relief.

He crawled in bed next to me pulling me into his arms. I snuggled closer welcoming his embrace.


I cooed in response. “Yes.”

“Good. Next time…” He paused.

“Next time I’ll ask.”

“Good girl.”