A Little Extra Spice

Dante sat on the couch in the living room, wearing only his jeans. He held a long, black riding crop in his hands, turning and inspecting it. He swatted the air a few times, trying to get a feel for it. This was the first time he'd ever held such a thing. He and Femke had been together for several years now, but their love life had become dull. It was actually her idea that they should try some Master/little play. It was something she'd always wanted to do, but never had the courage to ask her previous partners.

He was willing to do whatever it took to make Femke happy, but he was scared of hurting her. Dante wasn't some scrawny boy and she wasn't simply asking for some light spanks; he was a well-built man and she was asking for pain. After talking about the idea for a few weeks, doing some deeper research than Google images, understanding why people would want to do these things and a trip to the nearby sex shop, he felt ready to take on the role of her Master. It was a game of trust and confidence, and that's how he was going to play it.

Femke was in their bedroom now, lacing up the corset, pulling on the garter belt, and clipping on the fishnet stockings that they'd purchased. Dante's heart skipped a beat when she'd finally walked out; she was a vision of beauty regardless of her shy pose. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun, her brilliant blue eyes were hidden behind her thick-framed glasses and the outfit she'd picked out perfectly accentuated her pear-shaped body. The corset came up just beneath her small, perky breasts. She face was bright red; she held her head down and rubbed her hands behind her back. Dante could clearly see that despite how nervous she was, there was an obvious look of excitement in her smile.

He stood up from the couch and smiled as he walked towards her. "Oh my god." He said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. He spun her around to get a better look at her. "You look amazing, babe."

Femke smiled wide and blushed even redder. Dante placed his fingers on her chin, lifting her head up. He placed a kiss upon her forehead and locked eyes with her. "Alright, just remember, if I get too rough with you or any other reason you want me to stop, just say 'dragon' and I'll immediately stop." 'Dragon', it was an odd safe word, but its meaning was deeper than you would think at first glance. It was a reminder of the shared interest that brought them together in the first place. A love for fantasy novels that now represented a bond of trust and love between them.

"Of coarse, Sir." She said gently, looking down slightly. Dante suddenly felt more confident, just hearing her saying that word. Something about the sense of control he held and the faith she placed in him. He took Femke by the hand and led her to the coffee table. Laid out on top of it was an assortment of tools, ready to be used in tonight's play session. He set most of the toys to the side and spoke up.

"Place your hands and elbows on the coffee table. Keep your ass up." He said. This time his voice was louder and much more commanding.

Femke immediately did as she was told. The table was much lower than she thought, so she spread her legs to keep her rump as high in the air as she could. She knew Dante wouldn't mind. He took the riding crop in his hand and traced the tip up the back of her leg. Without warning, he swatted her plump bottom. Femke jumped, startled by the sudden sensation of pain, but held her position.

"You are a work of art." He said with the gentlest of tones to his voice. He swatted her other cheek this time, hard. The contrast of his gentle voice and the strength of his smack were confusing to her senses.

Femke yelped at the smack. "Thank you, Sir." Another hit came down on her and he continued in that fashion, alternating between her two beautiful cheeks until they were both a lovely shade of pink, bordering on red.

She was doing very well. Femke didn't say the word despite her grunts and her muscles tightening to resist the swats of the riding crop. Dante felt he could test her limits a bit further at this point. He used his foot to widen her stance a bit further apart.

He took the small flog from the table this time. Aiming carefully at the soft hairless lips between her legs, he swatted again. Femke let out a cry of pain and Dante hesitated, but she didn't say the word to stop and he hit her sensitive place once again. This time her cry was more one of pleasure than pain. He swung the flog around in a circle, striking her several more times before deciding to leave her wanting. Dante squatted down to get a better view and rubbed the end of the handle between her lips. She was dripping wet and he felt another surge of confidence. Femke couldn't help but let out a small moan from his teasing touch against her sex.

"Stand up." He commanded and she obeyed. He loved this newfound pleasure he took in his role of dominance. He let her hair loose and took the soft, silky rope from the table. He took her arms and tied them behind her back. There were several knots he'd memorized from his early years in the scouts and from the booklet that came with the rope, but decided on the one that would be the easiest to untie just in case.

Dante sat on the couch and said, "Lay here." Femke laid her flat stomach across Dante's lap. He held her head up by the hair in one hand. He raised his other hand up high and spanked her beautiful bubble butt as hard as he could. She cried out as she jumped forward against the pull of his grip.

Dante spanked her again and again and again, each time forcing Femke to cry and struggle against him that much harder. When she could anticipate his rhythm, he changed his technique. He snuck in gentle rubs in between spankings to confuse her senses. He randomized the order of attack so she would jump against gentle caresses or relax her ass to receive the full force of his powerful slaps.

Giving her a moment to relax and rest her reddened cheeks, he began to play with the soft lips of her vagina using the tips of his fingers. This made his heart pump even faster than it already was. He traced his fingers down and back up her legs, spanking her hard once more at the top.

He helped her onto the floor once more and ordered her to kneel before him. The speed at which she obeyed him was a sight to behold in it's own right. "You're such a good girl." He said to her. He grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her passionately. "You're my beautiful baby girl."

Dante sat back and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his hardened cock. He said nothing, but Femke could see the hunger in his eyes. No words needed to be said for her to understand what he wanted from her. She stood on her knees and leaned forward touching her lips to the tip of his penis. She kisses it gently before licking it. She looked up as her tongue swirled around it, locking her beautiful blue eyes with Dante's. Her glasses had fallen off on the couch next to him, letting him better see her brilliant eyes.

As Femke traced her tongue up and down his shaft, he tilted his head back and relaxed. For the first time in a long time, he was able to fully enjoy himself in this moment of intimacy with his longtime girlfriend. His pleasure only increased as she wrapped her lips around him and took the full length of his cock into her mouth. She struggled at first to take in his impressive size, but was able to reach the base of his shaft.

Dante placed a hand on the back of Femke's neck as she bobbed her head up and down on him. He decided he would try pushing her limits further once again. After all, that was the point of this scenario, wasn't it? Testing your limits, building trust and having fun. Grabbing her by the hair he forced himself deeper into her mouth. He pulled her up after choking her for a moment to let her breath. "How was that, princess?" he asked.

"Wonderful, Sir. Anything to please you." He stood up and held her head in place as he began to fuck her throat.

"You're such a good girl." He said to her, grunting from the pleasure. The only sounds she could make were wet gagging noises. He pulled out to let her breath again. Still holding her hair, he squatted down and asked her. "What's your favorite thing in the world, princess?"

"To please you, Sir. Nothing makes me happier, Sir." She said. Dante couldn't help but focus on how beautiful he thought she was. Even gagged and abused, her mascara running down her face, she was stunning.

He stood and forced himself into her throat again. "My beautiful little girl. Nothing makes me happier than using you as my own personal fuck toy." He said as he slapped her. Femke flinched from the slaps, but continued sucking. "If you're good, you get what good little girls deserve." He teased.

This wasn't enough though; Dante needed her right then and there. He pulled himself out of her mouth and helped her to her feet. He stood behind her and tilted her head to one side with one hand. He placed soft, gentle kisses along her exposed neck. With his other hand he reached down between Femke's legs and grabbed her wet lips, rubbing her clit ever so slightly with one of his fingers.

"This is mine." He whispered into her ear. "You're going to keep it nice and hairless for me. Be ready to get used whenever I feel like it."

"Yes, Sir." She said in a breathless, wispy voice

"You're forbidden from wearing panties from now on. Even when we go out and you're wearing one of your cute little sundresses. If I feel like it, I'll reach up your legs and play with you in public."

Femke was getting weak in the knees. The stimulation he was giving her and the promises of being humiliated like that in public was too much. She moaned his named as she began to shiver in his grasp.

"Don't you dare cum. You're not allowed to cum yet." He said as he slapped her clit. "We're just starting." He heard her whimper in pain and anticipation. She was doing her best, but failing to resist grinding on his fingers.

He commanded her to kneel and she immediately dropped to her knees. Dante smiled and bent her over the coffee table. Dante got down as well and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. He stuck his tongue between them a licked her tight asshole. She moaned and moved her hips in rhythm with his tongue. He lifted his head with a spank and reached across the table to grab a butt plug. It wasn't the biggest toy they'd found, but it was big enough to compare to Dante's impressive size. He licked the tip and slowly inserted it into her. Once it was inside, the only thing you could see was the fake jewel that now adorned her plump ass.

Dante kissed the small of Femke's back before he stood up once more. He took the riding crop from the table and swatted her ass again. Her ass was bright red and sore from the beating it had taken before and the sting of each hit against her flesh made her cry out. He swatted a few more times before he felt like taking a more hands on approach. The crop wasn't as personal and precise as his hands.

He set it down and grabbed her clit with one hand. He pinched it between his thumb and index fingers as he rubbed it. With his other hand he alternated slaps between her ass cheeks. The mix of pain and pleasure made Femke drip into his hand.

Dante couldn't take it; the wait was too much to bear. He stood her up, legs apart, and bent her forward. Her hair in his hand was the only thing keeping her from falling over. He finally inserted his hard cock deep into her with one powerful thrust. The foreplay leading up to this moment had made an incredible difference. The warmth of her insides was more intense than it had ever previously been. Femke moaned loudly and shivered intensely from even this one thrust.

"Thank you, Sir, may I have another?" she whimpered.

Dante didn't move, he waited and appreciated her intensity. He didn't know if she was even aware that she was grinding on him, but the moans she let out as she did it excited him. He spanked her hard as he started to move his own hips back and forth, thrusting into her tight, wet hole. Femke stood on her tiptoes as she shook from the amazing feeling.

This was exactly what they were missing from their love life. The interplay of sex and violence had heightened all of their senses. Femke's skin felt like it was burning from every one of Dante's slightest touches. He felt her tighten around him, as she was getting closer to cumming. He instantly stopped his movement and she let out a cry of frustration.

"I said you're not allowed to cum yet. Not until I say so."

"But Sir, it feels too good."

Dante spanked her hard, making her jump again. "I said, not yet." He pulled out of her, regardless of her whimpering pleas not to. He brought her to the couch, where he had her sit on top of him. This time they were finally facing each other. "Bounce for me, princess."

Femke did as she was told and bounced herself up and down on his lap. Dante reached around her back, enjoying the view and allowing her to arch backwards. He also began to slap her breasts with his free hand. However, when she slowed her bounces and began to shiver again, he picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

Dante held her big ass in his strong arms as he fucked her as hard as he could. Femke loved feeling his muscles pressed against her. He bit into her neck as he moaned; even he was beginning to reach his limits. Femke couldn't even contain herself. She moaned his name loudly, begging him to fuck her harder with every thrust.

"Fuck it." He said, setting her down. He quickly undid the ropes and let her go. Dante threw Femke on the floor and pulled up her knees to her shoulders. Femke threw her arms around Dante's neck, grabbing his hair for a change and held him close to her. They were face to face, moaning each other's names, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He pounded her tight hole until they both shivered and screamed from finally reaching climax. He released his pearlescent cum deep within Femke.

Dante held his girlfriend as she shivered beneath him. Instead of falling to the sides, Femke's legs instead wrapped around him. She was still holding Dante tight against her, enjoying the feelings of ecstasy. She was breathing heavily, out of breath from the incredible force of her orgasm.

Dante pushed himself up when he felt her grip loosen. He looked down on her as she lay there, half asleep with a huge smile. He grabbed her face with his other hand and placed his lips on hers. She gladly and passionately returned the kiss. When they separated their faces for a breath of fresh air, she looked deep into his eyes.

"I love you, Sir." She said softly, placing a small kiss on his nose.

"I love you too, princess."

This was definitely the beginning of a new and improved chapter in their love life. Sitting back up, Dante noticed that there were still unused toys sitting on the coffee table. He smiled as he began formulating plans for round two.