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Click hereAnd he let me go. My bottom felt like it was literally on fire. The intensity of the last spanking was more than I could imagine. Even with no additional spankings falling the sting continued to mount. I was writhing as the after sting rose to its final crescendo. I scrambled the best I could back over his lap. His hand immediately resting on my glowing bottom. He softly stroked my ass but his actions did little to relieve the lingering pain.
Tom continued to rub my ass helping me relax. His other hand rested on my back and both hands worked in tandem. The sharp intensity slowly ebbed away and I collapsed across his knee. The fight had gone out of me. I lay there a prisoner to his intentions. Tom's hands were rubbing and kneading my butt. For a long while I lay there. I couldn't move, but fortunately my spanking had come to an end. His strokes were compassionate. The contrast was extreme and the pleasant sensation returned in response to his final actions. He massaged my butt and upper thighs, squeezing the muscles of my legs while gently rubbing my tortured bottom. And even, though no words were spoken, I knew that my spanking experience had come to its conclusion. It took me a long while to fully recover. My bottom still stung, but the adrenalin rush was strong. I slowly picked myself up off his lap and fell to my knees in front of him.
Tom rose and stood back. I picked myself off the floor and slowly rose to my feet. I felt alive and invigorated. I also felt calm and amazingly serene. I looked at my very red ass in the mirror, fascinated that it looked so normal. I simply asked Tom if I could get dressed and followed him out of the "punishment room." We shared a final drink and had a normal conversation - seemingly not even acknowledging that moments ago I was naked and being spanked while laying across his lap. My long time desire for a real, not in my control, take me over my limit, wish it was over before it is over spanking was now a moment in the past. And even though I was a well spanked man, the fantasy for a repeat performance began to stir in the back of my mind.
- COMMENTS
deference3 months agoI enjoyed this story. Uncommon and nice was to stay with spanking as the focus and not morph into a sex act. I have had profound nonsexual spankings and appreciate your account.
stories555 months agoGreat story. Provides the essence of a good spanking, from a physical standpoint. While you didn’t go back, imagine if he continued with the lucite paddle till you promised to come back in the morning for a follow up.
Lying in bed, on your stomach. Waking up when you rolled over to your back. Feeling the cool sheets, enhancing the heat still emanating from your ass cheeks.
The next morning, it was early. It was your only excuse, you had to be at work by 9am. He said be here at 7am. Different from yesterday’s spanking ,the want and need were gone. He answered the door. Backroom, you know where, he said. Strip and be quick, we have some work to do.
You were over his lap quickly. You were surprised as that first hand slap felt like a paddle. You back arched up. He put you in a leg lock; you knew you were going to get it. You did
Anonymousover 1 year agoWhat is hotter than giving up control to a msn that knows what to do with it?
I LOVED thr part about the “hugging” phase of your torment… super sexy!
I went to a man’s house for a similar session.
He remained clothed, I was naked in his livingroom.
He took his time and spanked me over his knees, while I stood with my hands behind my head, bent over the arm of the fofa.
At the end, I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth, tears streaming down my face while I jerked off.
I shot an obscene amount of cum onto the coffee table and collapsed on the floor.
He stuffed his hard cock back in his pants without cumming.
He cleaned up my mess, handed me a cold beer, and watched TV while I pulled myself together.
Before I left he invited to a regular ‘spanking party’ at his place.
I was too freaked out to ever go back, but in that one visit we both got what we wanted.
Thanks,
Bitsy
