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Thinking about how indescribably beautiful your ass cheeks would look as you laid across my knee. The red glow accenting the exquisite curves. The way you squirmed across my knee, my arousal pressing into you as your cheeks quivered with every spank. The sound of you counting aloud each spank, thanking Daddy each time. Your ass is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Feeling the heat radiating from your cheeks as, periodically, I caress them, dipping down to stimulate your rosebud, slipping within. Then, moving deliberately slowly down to stroke your pussy, your lips flushed with arousal, distended and open for me. Feeling your juices flowing freely, so much arousal, so delicious, coating your inner thighs. Again, edging you, taking you beyond where you have ever been. Again and again. And again. You can't stand it, you can't take any more. Begging me to let you cum. To make you cum. Maybe I will relent. Maybe. If you are a Good Girl. I can make you cum in so many ways. But perhaps this time, if you've been a Good Girl, I will allow you to cum just from the spanking.... The pain, the exposure, the humiliation all blending, the irresistible force overcoming you... And this is just the first. The first of many.
You are on the massage table, naked before me in Dog Down position. Open and available for my inspection and my use, as I see fit. Your breasts are pressed as hard as you can get them into the table, your painfully erect nipples rubbing against the slightly rough surface of the sheet in your desperate attempt to excite them further, in your futile attempt to cum. I know what you are doing. I know you. Your beautiful, oh so beautiful ass, your cheeks already glowing from the initial warm up spanking, proudly presented to me, for me. Your thighs spread far apart. As far as you can. I see your inner thigh muscles quivering with the strain and it is pleasing to me. Your pussy is gaping, your lips so wet, so irresistible. And your rosebud, opening and closing. Uncontrollably. A silent invitation. And one that I can not resist. My fingers caress your lips, so softly, a mere whisper. You feel my breath against first them, then your rosebud. Then soft stroking first with finger tips, then with tongue. Around and around, your sphincter opening under my attentions. You feel my tongue pushing through. Entering your ass, forcing inside, lubricating you, tasting you. Tongue fucking your ass. Then the cool sensation of the coconut lube. Fingers swirling around, coaxing you open. Breaking down the resistance. Breaking down your resistance. First one finger. Then two. Then three. Then.... You begin to shiver uncontrollably as, somehow, I am finding places within you, within your ass, that you didn't know existed. But, I do. Stimulating you almost beyond your ability to bear. But you will not cum. You are not allowed to. Not yet. You want to, you NEED to. But I know. I am in control of you and I am in control of when and if and how you cum. Feeling you ready, I place the butt plug against your rosebud and begin to ease it forward. You feel the burn, but then your focus changes as my tongue makes broad, slow, deliberate strokes across your pussy From perineum to clit. Inexorably, the plug fills you. The sensations are overwhelming. Too much too many, all at once. My tongue is replaced with the flap of the riding crop. Ever so slowly dragging across your lips, your juices staining the leather. So wet. So, so wet. Moving up, across your ass, temporarily catching on the plug, stirring it within your ass, before slowly gliding across your back. Meandering, caressing the sides of your beautiful breasts as you try to press even harder into the unyielding surface. Desperate for release. Then tap, tap, tap...the crop flicking across your ass cheeks, catching the end of the plug. Tap, tap, tap...up your inner thighs. The very edge of the flap softly striking your lips. Three fingers pushing suddenly into you. Into your pussy. Swirling, teasing before suddenly, nothing. You feel me taking hold of the plug, working it around, fucking your ass with it. As the spanking begins in earnest. Ohhh... one hand ass fucking you, one hand spanking you.... if only there was a third hand, or something, to fill your pussy, to complete your fullness.... I lean forward over you, trailing my tongue over your ass, up across your back revelling in the silky softness, before whispering in your ear....
Thinking about how indescribably beautiful your ass cheeks would look as you laid across my knee. The red glow accenting the exquisite curves. The way you squirmed across my knee, my arousal pressing into you as your cheeks quivered with every spank. The sound of you counting aloud each spank, thanking Daddy each time. Your ass is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Feeling the heat radiating from your cheeks as, periodically, I caress them, dipping down to stimulate your rosebud, slipping within. Then, moving deliberately slowly down to stroke your pussy, your lips flushed with arousal, distended and open for me. Feeling your juices flowing freely, so much arousal, so delicious, coating your inner thighs. Again, edging you, taking you beyond where you have ever been. Again and again. And again. You can't stand it, you can't take any more. Begging me to let you cum. To make you cum. Maybe I will relent. Maybe. If you are a Good Girl. I can make you cum in so many ways. But perhaps this time, if you've been a Good Girl, I will allow you to cum just from the spanking.... The pain, the exposure, the humiliation all blending, the irresistible force overcoming you... And this is just the first. The first of many.
You are on the massage table, naked before me in Dog Down position. Open and available for my inspection and my use, as I see fit. Your breasts are pressed as hard as you can get them into the table, your painfully erect nipples rubbing against the slightly rough surface of the sheet in your desperate attempt to excite them further, in your futile attempt to cum. I know what you are doing. I know you. Your beautiful, oh so beautiful ass, your cheeks already glowing from the initial warm up spanking, proudly presented to me, for me. Your thighs spread far apart. As far as you can. I see your inner thigh muscles quivering with the strain and it is pleasing to me. Your pussy is gaping, your lips so wet, so irresistible. And your rosebud, opening and closing. Uncontrollably. A silent invitation. And one that I can not resist. My fingers caress your lips, so softly, a mere whisper. You feel my breath against first them, then your rosebud. Then soft stroking first with finger tips, then with tongue. Around and around, your sphincter opening under my attentions. You feel my tongue pushing through. Entering your ass, forcing inside, lubricating you, tasting you. Tongue fucking your ass. Then the cool sensation of the coconut lube. Fingers swirling around, coaxing you open. Breaking down the resistance. Breaking down your resistance. First one finger. Then two. Then three. Then.... You begin to shiver uncontrollably as, somehow, I am finding places within you, within your ass, that you didn't know existed. But, I do. Stimulating you almost beyond your ability to bear. But you will not cum. You are not allowed to. Not yet. You want to, you NEED to. But I know. I am in control of you and I am in control of when and if and how you cum. Feeling you ready, I place the butt plug against your rosebud and begin to ease it forward. You feel the burn, but then your focus changes as my tongue makes broad, slow, deliberate strokes across your pussy From perineum to clit. Inexorably, the plug fills you. The sensations are overwhelming. Too much too many, all at once. My tongue is replaced with the flap of the riding crop. Ever so slowly dragging across your lips, your juices staining the leather. So wet. So, so wet. Moving up, across your ass, temporarily catching on the plug, stirring it within your ass, before slowly gliding across your back. Meandering, caressing the sides of your beautiful breasts as you try to press even harder into the unyielding surface. Desperate for release. Then tap, tap, tap...the crop flicking across your ass cheeks, catching the end of the plug. Tap, tap, tap...up your inner thighs. The very edge of the flap softly striking your lips. Three fingers pushing suddenly into you. Into your pussy. Swirling, teasing before suddenly, nothing. You feel me taking hold of the plug, working it around, fucking your ass with it. As the spanking begins in earnest. Ohhh... one hand ass fucking you, one hand spanking you.... if only there was a third hand, or something, to fill your pussy, to complete your fullness.... I lean forward over you, trailing my tongue over your ass, up across your back revelling in the silky softness, before whispering in your ear....
