Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.

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Pounding

Brandon felt warm hands squeeze his ass and sighed with pleasure. He loved having his ass touched and played with and even fucked. His wife Ali, knew this, and seemed quite ready to indulge him tonight. She ran her hands up his back and rubbed back down slowly. He’d had a long week and she knew this would help him relax. She gave him a relaxing massage, rubbing the almond oil into his skin and felt the tension begin to melt from his body. A smile crossed her face and she knew he’d be good and ready for her soon.

For his part, Brandon was indeed relaxing, just enjoying the feel of her hands on his body. He closed his eyes and began to drift, knowing that Ali’s plans for him wouldn’t include a nap and that she would wake him. While he dozed Ali stepped away and pulled the strap on harness over her hips, fitting it with Brandon’s favorite dildo. She grabbed the lube and ran her hands along Brandon’s ass again, this time closer to the puckered ring of his asshole. She’d had his attention in an instant as he lifted his head from the bed. She teased him her delicate fingers tickling him gently before applying a healthy dollop of lube to her fingers and then rubbing against his hole before sliding a finger past the tight ring, slowly moving it in and out. Brandon wiggled his ass a little at her and she gently smacked him with the other hand laughing she did so. “Be good for me so I can fuck you properly.” He laughed,”You’ll fuck me properly anyway if you know what’s good for you woman.”

Ali only smirked and eased a second lubricant covered finger into his ass, stretching him a little, fucking him harder. A low moan escaped his lips and she full out grinned. She knew if her wasn’t rock hard by now he would be soon. “Are you ready?” “More than ready, Babe.” Two finger slipped from his ass and the couple repositioned, him with his ass lifted into the air for her and her with her very own cock ready for his delicious ass. She gripped his him with one hand and the dildo with the other, guiding it into his ass. She went slow, knowing it was just a tease for him until she had buried herself as far as she could in his ass. Again he squirmed, but this time at the simple pleasure of being filled. She nodded and slowly moved in and out rocking her hips.

Brandon gasped and rocked his own hips in time with hers and she moved to begin fucking him m like she knew he wanted, harder, faster. Both of her hands gripped his hips hard and she gave him the pounding he wanted. Then, she stopped. Brandon swore softly until she spoke. “Are you hard for me? Do you want to come yet?” His answer was a groan and he bucked his hips backwards once more. Ali smiled at his eagerness. Handing him the bottle of lube she spoke, “Jack off while I fuck you. I want to hear you come with my cock in your ass.” She resumed her fucking and she could hear the slight sound of her husband’s lubed up hand stroking his cock. It turned her on and she continued fucking him varying the speed and pace at which she moved, wanting him to last as long as possible, want to bring him all the pleasure she could. He swore again at the feeling of being fucked and was pressing his ass against the dildo his wife was fucking him with, her “cock” she called it, which only made him hotter, and slid his hand along his cock slowly, wanting to prolong the orgasm that he could feel building. Ali shifted her angle ever so slightly and suddenly he could really, really feel that head of the dildo moving against him. “Right there, please right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

His wife never stopped moving and only tightened her grip on his hips. He might have marks later, but that was OK. Brandon moaned her name and increased the speed of his hand; he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself in a matter of moments and he hissed a sharp noise that Ali knew meant he was close. She reached around him and placed a hand over his, her movements slowing but not stopping and the sight of her hand over his helping him jack his cock was too much. He threw his head back and nearly screamed as he came. Ali fucked him through the orgasm gently then slid the dildo out of his ass. She stripped out of the harness and pulled her exhausted husband close to her. “More relaxed now?” He nodded, suddenly sleepy, and curled up in his wife’s arms as they cuddled together.

Kink of the Week – Handjobs

So I’m in my thirties and have never given a handjob in my entire life. I definitely skipped that part of the teenage fumbling “Sex 101” that many people seem to experience and when I asked my previous partner if they would teach me how I was turned down with a resounding no. So I’ve given up on learning how to give them.

I’ve heard it said that getting a handjob is like masturbating but with someone else’s hand and that the cognitive dissonance can be a little weird for a person. I’ve heard other people say there’s no point to handjobs with a partner and question their place as part of a healthy sex life, but I think that whether a penis owner is doing it themselves or having someone else do it for them, it can be an incredibly sexy and sensual thing to do. I imagine a tale of a “happy ending” at a massage parlor for instance and how illicitly sexy that might be. It might go something like this…

David had booked a massage at the place his friend Ken had recommended where he’d been assured that the service was top notch and out out of this world. He didn’t quite know what to expect from it, but when he arrived and was called back he knew to strip and cover himself with the sheet at least. He was ready to experiences the wonders of this place and hope it helped him be a bit less stressed out over work and life in general.

The pretty woman giving his massage grazed his rear end a few times as she worked his lower back but he was sure it was unintentional. Until she started massing him there too. It felt really good, although he wasn’t sure this was part of a typical massage and started to wonder about this place. As she asked him to turn over and began to massage his legs and working her way closer and closer to his groin he felt a stirring and started mentally going over baseball stats in his head. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by getting a hard on, but was struggling to avoid it as her talented fingers worked the tops of his thigh. She brushed against his penis once on accident though and David found himself in a losing battle. The game stats just weren’t cutting it. He apologized profusely to the woman who merely smiled at him, “Just relax David. It’s a normal response and a sign that your body is less stressed than before. Although if you like I could massage there too.” And her smile turned into a wicked little grin. “Wha? What?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right but when she began to move the sheet away from his body he realized she was serious. She watched him for any signs of protest and he stared right back, almost challenging her. He realized with a start that he did want this and when she asked again he let his head fall back with a murmured, “Please,” escaping his lips.

She wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick and began to spread the massage oil along the length of him, stroking and rubbing gently as she did so. Slowly her pace increased and she was stroking him hard enough to tug at the base of his dick on every up stroke and sliding her hand all the way to his balls on when she moved her hand down. Suddenly he felt a second hand cup his balls and squeeze gently as she stroked him and moaned softly, hoping no one could hear him. Rolling them between her nimble fingers she rotated her stroking hand around his shaft, back and forth before reaching up to take him with both hands, stroking in opposite directions as she did so. David’s hips lifted of their own accord and he noticed he was squirming and almost ready to beg for release when her movements changed and became faster, back to just one hand now. Stroke, stroke, stroke and David sighed with pleasure. This must’ve been what Ken meant by the service being so good. Without warning David’s hips twitched again once then twice as he felt his entire body tense up as he orgasmed, jets of come spurting from his dick and onto his belly or over her hand. He moaned again and close d his eyes briefly. He felt a towel across his belly as the woman cleaned up and when she before she turned to go she whispered softly in his ear, “Have a happy day.”

Sarah is Punished and Rewarded

She sat quietly with his boots in front of her. She’d brushed all the dirt from them and was working them to a nice shine. The smell of the polish pervaded her senses and she relaxed into the task at hand, using an old t-shirt to rub the polish into the largest areas and cotton balls to get into tight spots. She hoped when she was done that he would approve of her work. She set the first boot aside and started on the second, just as careful with it as she had been the first. After both boots were done she looked them over and frowned to herself. There was more to be done. And with that, she began the process all over again.

Finally she was happy with the shine on Sir’s boots and put them away, along with her small kit of boot blacking supplies. She wasn’t the greatest at it, but she was learning more and more each time she polished his boots. She washed her hands but was unaware that she’d gotten a smudge of dark black polish on her cheek.

Kent arrived home shortly after and could catch just a whiff of shoe polish in the air. He smiled and went to inspect the boots he know that Sarah had polished for him. He picked up each boot one at a time and closely inspected both of them. They still weren’t perfect, but her skill was improving and he could give her more pointers later. Right now though, he just wanted to see her. He found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and pulled her back against him, his strong arms holding her close. “Thank you for polishing my boots, Little One. They look lovely.” Sarah smiled happily, “You’re quite welcome Sir. I don’t feel as I did a good of a job as I should’ve though. Will you teach me more about it sometime?” “Of course I will.” And his stomach rumbled, reminding her of the task she was about and she shooed him out of the kitchen to finish dinner.

Dinner eaten and dishes washed, Kent finally pointed out the smudge on her cheek. Sarah giggled until her stomach hurt. “You let me sit all through dinner with a smudge of polish on my face?” And she laughed again until she realized Kent was watching her like a hawk. “Go wash your face and come back to me. Be naked.” “Yes sir.” She hurried to do as she was told, recalling his rules about eating with a dirty face or hands, but she’d never thought she might have gotten shoe polish on her face. She wondered how that happened as she stripped herself nude and gave a shake of her short curly, red hair before returning to him, fresh faced and slightly anxious.

“Kneel up. Here” And he pointed to a space right before him. She assumed her place and dropped her gaze downward. Kent reached out and stroked her cheek gently before applying a stinging slap to the side of each of Sarah’s breasts. He repeated the processes alternating sides, watching her breasts turn pink under his ministrations. Sarah was, for her part, quite sorry about the transgression, even though it had been a simple accident she knew he should punish her for breaking the rules. When he was done with her breasts he pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and tightened them onto her nipples until she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth.

“You will keep those on for ten minutes, during which time you will stand in the corner with your nose touching the wall. Go.” Sarah rose and moved to her corner as Sir called it and pouted a little. She hated corner time. But it often taught her valuable lessons or reminded her properly of the rules she was expected to follow. The ten minutes seemed like an eternity to her as her breasts ached from being slapped around and nipples were getting a little sore from the clamps. When Kent called her back over to him she nearly sighed with relief and knelt in front of him again. He gently removed the clips, but Sarah couldn’t help her involuntary cries no more than she could help the wetness that gathered in her pussy as her nipples were freed. Really, the clamps were a sweet torture and they both knew it.

Kent kissed Sarah gently and pulled her closer to him by her already tender nipples. She moaned into his mouth and he ran his fingers down her body, in a slow, almost tickling manner. Her hands found his shoulders as they kissed and he wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace still kneeling on the floor like a good submissive should. He wanted to punish her further for her rule breaking, just to see her punished. What, he wondered, could he do next?

He broke the kiss and then gave her a wicked smile. “Bedroom, now.” She moved to rise but a gentle hand stopped her. “Hands and knees, my Love. I want to see you crawl for me.” She dropped to the ground as he requested of her and did her best to look sexy as she crawled away from him, although she was pretty certain that she just looked silly. As for Kent’s view of things, all he could focus on was that beautiful ass getting away from him. He followed her into the bedroom where he found her kneeling at the ready for his next command and smiled. He’d trained her so well. “Onto the bed with you. I have a plan.” Sarah climbed onto the bed and knew she wasn’t going to like his plan at all. As two gentle fingers began to pet her vulva, brushing her clit gently, she thought perhaps she was wrong about his plans after all and began to relax into his touch. He gently tweaked a nipple with his free hand and she gasped as the two sensations merged in her body. Slowly he touched and teased, never quite touching her the way she wanted.

Finally, his thumb found her clit and pressed down on it. She bucked her hips into his touch and before she could get the words out to ask permission to orgasm he looked at her, “No.” Kent continued his touches and teasing and even gave her kisses that only served to make her wetter for him. Once or twice he plunged his fingers inside of her, feeling that warm wetness for himself and sighed with pleasure at her responsiveness. But he did not allow her to orgasm. Eventually his little game had Sarah close to tears from her frustrations and that was when he knew it was time.

He picked up her favorite vibrator and some lube. “Roll over, Love. Up on your knees for me.” As she moved her handed her the vibrator and then lubed up his hard cock as well. He rubbed his lubricant covered fingers against her asshole and Sarah cried out. She loved being ass fucked and this would be her reward for being so good and not coming like she wanted to earlier. She moaned when she felt him slip two fingers into her ass and pushed back, helping him spread the lube further into her ass. Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked his cock a couple of times and began to push it slowly into her ass, feeling her stretch wide around him. It took all of Sarah’s self control not to move and force him all the way inside her. “Turn that vibe on, Baby. I wanna feel you come, wanna feel your ass milking my cock while I fuck you.” And he pushed harder into her.

Sarah pressed the button on the vibrator and placed it directly against her clit as all of a sudden Kent was buried balls deep in her asshole just the way she liked. “No need to ask this time. Just come for me. All you want. This is what good girls get.” He grabbed her hips and fucked her while she twitched around his cock. She loved the way he felt, rubbing against her and she slipped the vibrator into her pussy for a moment letting them both feel them and he groaned. “If you keep that up, I’ll come first and then where will you be?” She quickly moved the vibe back to her clit and began to orgasm almost instantly. He stopped fucking her, just enjoying the sensations of her orgasm washing over her and when she had relaxed again he resumed his pounding of her tight little ass. As quickly as she had, Kent swore and suddenly he was coming too, shooting himself deep into her ass. The feeling of it sent Sarah spiraling into another orgasm as well and she collapsed on the bed with Kent lying on top of her for a long moment. “Good girl,” he whispered.

WickedWednesday279 – (Sweetness)

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It was a chilly fall day and Allen was taking a walk in the park with his girlfriend Lana. She’d begun to step more and more out of the social whirlwind that her life had been and was much more low key. It drove her mother to distraction, but Lana was an adult with her own money and she could do with it as she saw fit. The only downside was how lonely it could be when Allen wasn’t around. A lot of her “friends” had dropped her once she started appearing less and less and the various galas and parties that were held for everything from the arts to the zoo. Allen loved that they had more time together, but worried about Lana. He’d queried her on the matter before but she assured him everything was fine. He smiled to himself and hoped everything was about to become more fine. She’d met his friends and family and they loved her. He loved her. Allen glanced around and spotted the photographer sitting discreetly on a bench some distance away.

Stopping Lana under a canopy of red and yellow and gold leaves he gave her a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment too long before taking a deep breath and looking at her. “Lana, I love you,” he spoke as he moved to kneel and pull a small box from his pocket, “and I know this isn’t much like maybe you’d imagined things would be, but will you be my wife?” Her mouth opened briefly in surprise. She loved Allen dearly and never thought this day might come, even now. She’d always felt she was hard to love, but knowing how Allen felt; she dropped to her knees against him, not caring what anyone thought and a whispered yes floated to his ears. He slipped the small diamond onto her finger and held her close as they shared another kiss. Allen thought he could vaguely hear the click of a camera.

Slowly the couple rose and Allen turned a smiling Lana around to face the camera and wrapped his arms around her. A final shot and Allen knew these pictures would be a fantastic surprise, although Lana was too busy staring at him to have (thankfully) noticed she was on camera the entire time. Once they were developed he’d make a gift of them to her. As they turned to continue their walk Allen shot a quick wave at the photographer who headed off to work on these newest shots. They knew these were some good shots and almost regretted that Allen had made her sign an NDA about them, but she understood the need for privacy for himself and his fiancee whom she’d recognized from the social pages in the local paper.

Lana was content walking with Allen, knowing she’d walk with him wherever he wanted to go and they gradually made the loop back to car chatting quietly about everything and nothing. At one point he looked at her. “You know, Darlin’, I’m glad you’re not like so many other women. Most of them would already be planning the wedding.” They laughed together. “Our time together is definitely more than just wedding planning and that’s not going to change.” She winked and gave him a wicked little grin before standing on tiptoe to give him a scorchingly hot kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles and calls of “Get a room!” that surrounded them. But they did take the advice as they quickly headed back to what she’d begun to think of as their house since she spent more time with Allen at there than her own lavish apartment. It had stopped feeling like home.

The instant the door closed behind them, Allen had Lana in his arms and was kissing her as though he wanted to devour her and she held to him with equal fervor. The pair broke only to undress, not caring that the bed was rooms away and Allen laid her gently on the carpeted floor where he wasted no time in diving between her legs to taste her sweet pussy. His arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and he licked and sucked for all he was worth and then some. He wanted nothing more than to feel her come for him. Lana’s hips bucked as she rode his face and moaned softly, reaching down to stroke his hair. “Yes, Allen, yes! I love you.” He chuckled against her skin and those vibrations made her hips twitch harder so he hummed gently as he sucked her clit between his lips and her orgasm was nearly immediate. She came so hard that she squirted for the very first time and soaked Allen to his chest. He pulled away from her laughing and grabbed his discarded shirt wiping the worst from his body while licking his lips delightedly. “We’ll do that again sometime Princess, I promise. But I need your pussy wrapped around my dick right now.” And he slid inside of her slowly causing them both to moan and then began to pump in and out slow at first, gentle, with Lana matching his rhythm as her legs wrapped around him. They rocked back and forth with one another whispering sweet nothing as they made love until suddenly Lana felt her pussy tighten around him. “I’m gonna come, ‘she gasped. Allen started down at her, “Don’t close your eyes, Baby. Let me see you.” She threw her head back and her hips moved faster against him and just as the orgasm hit her she looked back up at him her grey eyes darkening to a stormy hue. She rode it out, thrashing and bucking her hips, but never broke eye contact with Allen. He stared in awe at the beauty beneath him and with two final hard thrusts he came as well. They’d forgotten a condom and she could feel the warmth of him shooting inside of her. It made her moan and clench around him again as a second smaller orgasm hit her body. They laid there on the carpet together, thoroughly sated and happy until a chill began to set in. Then they headed to the bedroom for another round.

There are several other stories in this series. They can be found here, here, and here.

KOTW – Hand Spanking – (A First Time)

Leslie grinned at Tim over her shoulder, wiggling her ass daringly as she walked by him. His hand came across with a well placed “smack!” that landed dead center of her rear end and she yelped a little and shook her head as she kept walking. The process repeated every time she walked by him and they both laughed as she cried out every time even though he wasn’t hitting her hard at all.

Later that night as the couple prepared for bed Tim grabbed Leslie close for a hug, stroked down her back, to her her ass, and swatted her again before planting a kiss on her gorgeous lips. She grinned at him when they pulled apart, “I want you to do it for real tonight.” “Are you sure?” She nodded and slipped her nightgown off as she stood there before him. He smiled, kissed hr again and sat down on the side of the bed. He guided her carefully across his lap his hands stroking along her skin.”So why tonight?” “I just think I’m finally ready to try it. Earlier was a lot of fun.” “You know this won’t be like earlier, right?,” came his voice calmly. “Yes.” Her voice had gone soft with anticipation, mixed with a slight tinge of fear.

Tim nodded to himself, hearing that she was still a little afraid. “We’ll go slow and you can stop me at anytime. What’s your safeword?” “Lobster,” and she giggled. He joined in with her laughter, replying, “I’ll show you lobster…” and placed a first gentle swat across her ass. Leslie squirmed, settling against his body and did her best to relax. She wanted to enjoy her first real over the knee spanking. She knew this would not be the love taps she’d received before, no this would be an actual spanking and she expected it to hurt at least a little. She also expected to enjoy it based on what she’d learned from Tim and about herself since they started even discussing the idea of him spanking her. Another gentle, warming hit came down on her skin, followed by several more in quick succession and she shivered a little. “Do you like that?” Leslie nodded, not quite trusting her own voice and the response was a slightly harder spank. “I asked you a question, Leslie.” She swore to herself and opened her mouth to try and speak when another slap crossed her ass. Finally, she found her voice, “Yes, I like that.”

“Good.” Tim stopped for a moment, letting his large hand rest on her ass, just enjoying the view he had of the gorgeous woman naked across his lap. “I’m going to start hitting you significantly harder soon. If it is too much, don’t forget ‘lobster’ and don’t try to just tough it out. I want you to enjoy yourself, not torture yourself because you think I’m enjoying myself. “Got it?” “Got it,” and she smiled, even though he couldn’t see her face. The hardest hit she’d taken at his hands yet came crashing down and she jumped a bit at the sudden impact. He waited a fraction of a second before descending with another hit like the previous one and soon, as he began to pick up his rhythm, Leslie’s pretty ass was turning a lovely shade of pinkish red.

Leslie began to really allow her body to relax into the sensations and began to lift her hips meeting each slap and swat as they grew harder and more insistent against her skin. She could feel her body responding to the spanking and wondered if Tim knew just how turned on she was. She felt simultaneously naughty and delighted at finally getting a spanking. A particularly hard hit called her attention back to her ass and she signed softly, letting the warm pain suffuse her body and further relax her. She was nearly limp across Tim’s lap and just soaking up every single hit he gave her.

By now her ass was turning a brighter red and she imagined that his hand was probably stinging as much as her ass was and it felt so good to her to just give in to the spanking and the catharsis she felt it would bring. Tim’s hand stroked her ass in between these much harder hits and he checked in with her. She reassured him that she was good and he spoke again, “I’m going to give you five last hits and they’re going to be hard. I want you to relax and enjoy them and then we’ll be done. You’ve done very well for me tonight.” Leslie smiled at the praise and nodded her head. She wiggled her ass teasingly just before the last five hits rained down in a quick flurry of blows that left her whimpering. Tim rested his hand across her well reddened ass and smiled as she laid there. He traced lines along her skin and pinched gently at what looked to be the most sensitive parts and he heard her moan softly.

Carefully he sat her up and held her steady. “You liked that didn’t you?” “Yes, quite a lot.” “Shall we do it again some time? “Oh yes.” “Alright, Dearest. Maybe next time I’ll take a paddle to that pretty ass of yours. What do you think about that?” Leslie thought for a moment and then shrugged unsure of what she thought about it. “I enjoyed your hand against my skin, I know that much.” Tim held her close, giving her a gentle kiss. “And I enjoyed it as well. How do you feel?” She smiled at him lazily. “Relaxed. Safe. Well spanked for no reason other than it was something we both wanted. I’m glad you brought it up.”

They kissed again and as they settled in for the night and Leslie snuggled herself against Tim’s shoulder. “Thank you for spanking me.” Her voice was soft and almost tiny sounding muffled into his skin as it was and he patted her ass gently. “My pleasure. My pleasure indeed.”

 

Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)

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He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”