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newflowers -> tonight's lesson (8/25/2004 4:51:19 PM)
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As unbelievable as it may seem, i have bad habits. One of the things that i do that qualify is that when i read, i most times block out external noises as i become part of the story. And so, this annoys you, not that you have required my attention, but simply because you have made a comment, more than once, to which i have not properly responded because i am lost in my book. And we are having a quiet evening, the air is warm and i am wearing something pretty but revealing, and we are sitting together while i read and you watch a movie.
You have made a comment about something to which i respond with a noncommittal noise - and you know i am not listening. Deep in my book, i have no focus on my master where it should be- and master is NOT pleased. And so, as i sit curled next to you, i can feel the change in tension in your body and this begins to penetrate my awareness - but not soon enough. In a voice that surely indicates displeasure and immediately draws my attention, you say my name as you remove the book from my hand. It takes me only a second or two to join the world - only to see that you are displeased and i already know - i have done this before, you have spoken of it before - more than once.
i kneel before you, embarrassed that i am in trouble, i have displeased you in the same fault. And as i kneel in front of you, you say these things to me - and i know, and i am sorry. But sorry is not good enough. And you wish to impress upon me - for the last time - that i am not to ignore you, so i am bent over the arm of the sofa, with my ass uppermost and bare - and swat - your large hands lands with heat upon my skin. I flinch and yelp. And swat, once again, your hand lands. This is not a luscious sensual spanking designed to make me wet and aroused, this is a punishment - and it hurts. And it does not stop. And so, with my rear in the air and your hand raining punishment upon my cheeks, with tears streaming down my face i learn that not keeping focus on my master is not to be tolerated.
But, ahh, my golden cheeks are red, and you stroke and rub them- the hand print from each swat that overlap on my skin, the heat from my skin. And i squirm and raise my butt towards you - there is pain, but the arousal is also there and i know how much you love to enter me from behind when my ass is red and hot from a spanking. Leaning over me, you kiss my back and my neck and the room begins to smell of my arousal as my wetness begins to drip down my legs. My breasts are swollen, the nipples hard points that beg for the attention of your hands while you slide your cock back in forth, up and down my crack as you contemplate which hole you would prefer. and i am lost, i care not as long i can can feel you inside of me, the hardness of you filling me, stroking inside i as seek pleasure with you. And so you enter me and i am hot and wet and the heat of my ass feels delicious upon your skin and as you piston inside of me and my hips undulate and move back and forth to meet the thrusts of you body inside of mine and i am so close to cumming - and you stop - i am on my knees in front of you as your cock, hard and wet with my arousal, fucks my mouth until you cum with a groan - and i am dying - i need to cum your hands, your mouth, your cock - hell, my hands - i need to cum but - this then is my punishment, left on the edge i feel i am in agony and my body trembles.
But the night is not yet over -
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