First Spanking - Sex Stories

First Spanking

... She was standing naked and alone - not knowing where he was or what was going to come next. But he knew her biggest secret - the secret fantasy that had started her on the exploration of her submissive self. She wanted to be spanked. Pulling her forward, she stumbled against his legs, falling over his knees. She was in the position now that she had been in a hundred times in her sweetest dreams. She was naked, over his knees and he was about to spank her upturned and eager ass. He made her wait, softly stroking each cheek in turn. Then she felt his hand lift away from her... the anticipation was almost unbearable! The first sharp slap came suddenly, landing on the right cheek and stinging. The left cheek got the next blow, immediately followed by four more on each side. He paused as her body trembled - hoping that he would not stop. She felt the heat of her skin and imagined him looking at her - inspecting her rosy cheeks. "I think we need to spank you harder," he said. "Yes, please," she moaned. His hand rubbed her for a second or two then he started again, serious now, slapping over and over. He alternated which side he slapped and where on each cheek the blows landed, spanking her relentlessly now. He ...

... didn't pause in his rhythm, and he didn't stop. She lost herself in the feelings he gave her. He heard her ragged, panting breath and saw her legs flickering as he spanked her. He heard her moan - quietly but helplessly - and he continued his uncompromising treatment of her. The slaps went on and on and her ass glowed with the heat generated by his hand. "Please Sir, may I cum... please?" she asked. She wasn't sure she could've stopped if he refused, but she would have tried if he wanted to make her wait. She was relieved when he did not. "Yes, my slut, cum for me now!" As soon as she heard his words, she surrendered her body to the orgasm he had given her. His fingers slipped between her spread thighs and played in the wet folds as she bucked against him. He slipped his fingers in and out of her wetness until he felt her relax again. Then quietly he spoke, "Good girl." Her reply was simple. "Thank You, Sir." The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.