Elaine Miller
Introduction: This is one of the very first bits of erotica I'd ever done. I wrote it to go with a photo layout of myself and J.D. of the lovely bottom. My beginner's style is somewhat stilted, but hopefully the original cheerful sadism still gets through.
Spank
Her upturned buttocks quiver and flex with each stinging slap. I admire the beautiful, hot glow that I have placed, spank by spank, on her rounded nether cheeks even as I enjoy the wetness seeping from her hot cunt, slowly soaking my soft thighs.
I spank right-handed (for strength to the blows) and I keep my left hand firmly entangled in her long, honey-colored hair; forcing her cheek to my black rubber bedspread as she sprawls and wriggles in my lap. I have been spanking her for a considerable time already, and her muffled gasp at each blow is music to my ears.
Sure that we are nearing her limit, (she is yet a tender novice and unused to such treatment); I smile wickedly to myself as she pulls her hands from the nape of her neck, covers her reddened ass, and groans beseechingly; "Oh God, no more, no more . . . I can't take this much . . . "
She hasn't used the safe-word.
"I do not recall instructing you to place your hands over your sweet little ass," I speak in a low, dangerous voice; "Or perhaps you would care to start again - from the beginning? "
With a wordless exclamation of dismay, she snatches her hands back, treating me once again to a view of her nervously twitching buttocks. Appeased, I stroke her hot skin for a while, dragging my sharp fingernails lightly across her back, then down her fiery-hot ass and the welts I've put there. She shudders at the sensation, and presses her mound harder into my white thighs, further awakening the answering heat from my own throbbing cunt. She's come so far already this day, has shown so much promise. It would be a pity to halt this scene before she had learned its most valuable lesson.
"Are you ready for more?" I enquire softly
She stops breathing for a moment, attempting to ascertain whether I am quite serious in my intentions. She had been so sure that we were done. After an obvious internal struggle, she lets her breath out in a rush. "Yes. Mistress."
I wait, my hand resting lightly, possessively on her burning flesh.
"Please, Mistress."
As the sibilance of the last word leaves her lips, my hard palm contacts her skin once, twice, three times and on, over and over, fast and hard, allowing her no time to catch her breath, no time to prepare for the pain. Her gasps crescendo quickly into a sexual cry which intensifies as I slide my left hand under her body and offer her something more solid to grind her cunt against as her hips perform a maddened dance of their own volition.
I strike harder, faster, my hand cupped under her soaking pussy, almost supporting her entire weight at times as she screams and writhes frantically. Her feet scramble for purchase on the bed cover, muscles rolling under her skin as she bucks mindlessly away from my hand - and into my other hand.
With a final throat-searing shriek, she becomes rigid and still, her hands still clasped behind her neck, the only points of contact her feet on my bed and her cunt, pressed into my hand so hard I can imagine my fingerprints in her tender flesh for years to come. Her cunt clenches in release, wringing yet more slick fluids out over my hand and down my flexed forearm. I bestow one more soft slap on her martyred ass, causing a further paroxysm of clenching and a muffled noise of disbelief as she folds over my lap like a rag doll, all tension gone.
Today's lesson has been well learned.
