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Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 133
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, October 04, 2005 - 02:14 pm: | 
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How about a real-life glimpse, for a change...
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Easing back the sheets gently, he slides between them, mindful of the woman lying prone between them. Sliding over to her, he strokes his hand down the back of her head, seeking and finding a curl to entwine around his finger.
She makes a small sound in response.
“Y’awake?” he mumbles, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.
“Yeah. Can’t sleep. I can never sleep anymore. Can’t get to sleep…can’t stay asleep. Wake up at the crack of dawn. I’m tired. I’m cranky.”
“Mm…I noticed” he teases. “Maybe you’re tense.”
Lying beside her, he slowly strokes his hand in circles over her back. As she emits a happy half groan, he pulls back the sheets, exposing her to her knees. Clad only in a cotton camisole bratop and skimpy v cut panty set, his hand finds expanses of skin to skim over. As he scratches her lightly between the shoulder blades, she purrs.
“Itchy?”
“M’always itchy”, she murmurs into the pillow.
Working his nails systematically over the surface of her back, he feels her loosening. Kissing his way down her spine, he reaches below the sheets, sliding his hand under the waistband of her panties. She mumbles unintelligible approval, making him smile. Lowering her panties a few inches down her thighs, he reaches over her, removing a bottle of massage oil from her nighttable. Warming the oil between his hands, he works it deeply into her shoulders, back and bottom, tugging the pillow from under her head. She sinks into the mattress, emitting relieved groans every few seconds.
“Getting sleepy?” he whispers into her hair.
“Hm…I wasn’t sure if that was your goal here.” She feels, rather than hears, his answering rumble.
Adding more oil to his hand, he works it into her thighs and bottom. Feeling a familiar tingling sensation beginning between her legs, she burrows deeper against the mattress. “That feels really good.”
Raising his hand, he begins tapping her bottom gently, barely more than a caress. Still silent, she bounces her rump up and down with marginal subtlety, prompting him to increase the intensity slightly. The gentle slaps, still shy of producing a sting, alternatively arouse and frustrate.
He chuckles as she emits a frustrated breath when he returns to lightly scratching her back. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked this?” He smiles at her malevolent look. “Maybe you’d like this better.”
Sitting, he pulls her across his lap, using his open hand to spank her with considerably more force. She sighs contentedly, settling herself comfortably across him. Feeling something against her belly, she slides her hand between her stomach and his thigh, raising her bottom slightly, and finds him. His breath catching, he strokes his hand over her, easing the sting. “Harder?”
“God, yes.”
Pulling her hand away from him, he leans his upper body over her, and begins putting strength behind his hand. After a couple of minutes, he lifts her off of his thighs. Pushing him back into his pillow, she wraps her hand around him, preparing to follow it with her mouth.
“No, no. I’m not done with you yet.”
Rising, he returns, tucking his selections under his pillow. The darkness of the room preventing her from seeing, she attempts to reach under the pillow to identify them. He taps her hand lightly.
“No. It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“Too bad.”
At her second attempt, he swats her, hard. “Stop that.”
“Fine.”
Reaching for the massage oil he used on her minutes ago, she drizzles oil across him, using a fingertip to spread it. She smiles at his indrawn breath. “I'll just distract you.”
He grins. “Maybe we can do both.”
Lying back on a couple of pillows, he guides her over his lap. Understanding his intent, she presses her belly into him, grinding against him.
“You’ll have no leverage.”
“Don’t need much with this.”
Pressing his other hand firmly into the small of her back to both hold her and guide her movements, he begins spanking her gently with a lined leather paddle. After a moment, he increases the intensity, making her breath hiss out. He pauses briefly to rub the sting away.
“Too hard?”
“No way. Harder.”
Nodding, he begins again, the increased bite making her jerk slightly. Relaxing into the delicious combination of sting and thud, she moans. Feeling her wetness against him, he puts down the paddle and slides his hand between her legs. Her orgasm almost imminent, she stops him.
“More. Just a little harder.”
“I don’t want to mark you.”
“I don’t care about that. I’m warmed up, I can take it. But you might have to hold me.”
Gripping her hip firmly, he begins applying slow, even swats. Gripping the comforter firmly in her hands, she withdraws, taking and absorbing each, reveling in the pleasure the sensation brings. When several have been layered on the same spots, nudging against true pain, forcing her to concentrate, he stops.
“I can take more.”
“No. That’s enough.”
Flipping her onto her back, he slides his hand into her wetness. “You’re drenched” he mutters huskily.
Closing her eyes, she concentrates for a second, grimacing as an orgasm rips through her. He pauses for a moment, brushing the hair out of her face. “Again?”
“Oh yeah.”
Cupping her nape in his hand, he kisses her, caressing her engorged breasts. At his gesture, she slides her hand down, the combination of their hands and his mouth pushing her over two or three times.
Sitting up, he sweeps the pillows away impatiently, positioning himself between her legs.
She strokes him. “Do you want me to…?”
“No. I’m ready.”
Wrapping a forearm around her back, he yanks her down the mattress towards him, driving into her firmly. She grips him tightly, hissing as he digs his hands into her bottom. Squeezing around him rhythmically, she brings him to his own release, minutes later.
“How did you learn how to do that?”
“I knew all those Kegels would come in handy someday.”
Rolling onto his back, he pulls the sheets over them both, tugging her into the circle of his arms.
“Better?”
She sighs. “Oh yeah. My jaw isn’t stiff anymore.”
“Good. Go to sleep.”
“Oh – by the way. The school called...”
“NO.”
“What?”
He presses his fingers against her lips. “Stop. Let it go.” Removing his fingers, he kisses her. “Go to sleep.”
Nodding, she does, groaning at the alarm’s insistance, seven hours later. |
Babyj4
Advanced Spanko
Username: Babyj4
Post Number: 553
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, October 04, 2005 - 02:32 pm: |
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that was great, I'd love to hear more keep them comming
Babyj- worlds cutest little brat!
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Hunnybunny
Spanko
Username: Hunnybunny
Post Number: 493
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, October 04, 2005 - 07:11 pm: |
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Ya please keep the stories coming they are always great!
The best way to behave is not to
-Abercrombie & Fitch
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 532
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, October 06, 2005 - 11:46 am: |
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I really love this one |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 565
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, October 06, 2005 - 11:50 am: |
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I adore this story, so loving and sweet. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
IT'S OCTOBER!!! Only 3 days left...
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