Q&A

You asked-Has Local D ever just stripped you and made you lay across his lap for a spanking? tell me about it and how it made you feel.

I think a couple of times but it is always spontaneous never ceremonial in nature. Except maybe the first time.

The first time I went to the room.

It was the very first thing he did.

It was uncomfortable, mostly. Making me feel uneasy but i think that was more to do with the newness of our encounter than being unsure about the spanking.

He had undressed me, touched me. I was amazed at how easily I stood still for him, my hand gravitating naturally to clasp each other behind my back. 

His hands, these hands of a new man adventuring everywhere, anywhere he decided, pinching, grasping, caressing, all the places that only one man had been for the last 15 yrs.

My lumps and bumps didn't matter, my insecurities about my body didn't matter. He was clothed and as he walked around me he gauged my reaction.

I was only a little wet I think, so nervous that first time Daddy.

He paddled my bottom with his hand a couple of times and I felt myself wet, my lips let go a trammelled whisper, 'oh fuck'.

He bent me over and spanked again..I love his spanks, he does it so that my bottom wobbles rhythmically like a jelly filled rubber balloon.

He sat, and pulled me across his lap, I felt uncomfortable, uneasy. I was so very nervous suddenly there in such an intimate circumstance with this man I barely knew. Trusting him with everything. Trusting he would send me home to my family at the end of the day.

I don't think he really does much of it anymore...mostly when we rest, I lay my head in his lap and sometimes, when he thinks I have rested enough, I get a pussy slapping which I like very much.

But Daddy there is not much I don't like from him, we have discovered together that I am a very kinky bitch...

 

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aftermath

He'll never read this, not here, but I will tell him..


I was exhausted last night.


Today I am very sore...muscles and the sting in my arse.


Cumming so much has left all my muscles reminding me of my adventure.
There are marks, pretty marks. I looked down and saw the red stripes across my breasts and I knew I had walked out of the fantasy to exactly where I needed to be.
I loved cumming, collapsing into you, supported by you, though I tried my hardest to remain standing.

It was great fun..I had soooo much fun. Was it supposed to be that much fun? I feel like a new addiction has begun. I have found my drug. I need it like air, this thing we called submission. I didn't feel particularly sub-like though. I was just having too much fun being cheeky and bratty, though I suspect I paid for it in an extra stroke or two.


My nipples are VERY sore, I had been warned about clover clamps, but I guess I didn't have much choice when all was said and done...OUCH!

I didn't think you were particularly rough. I think you were taking it easy on me. More please Sir. I wonder if you may have been caught off guard by my laughter and ...well frankly sense of  joy and just forgot to be too rough ..lol..it was so much fun though. This kinky little chick also loved the tears. That gammit of emotional places to which you lead me.


I came home and had a bath nursing the sting in my arse and the memories in my minds eye, tears rolled from my eyes from the release I felt. So much attention from you. I felt very selfish.


It was exactly what I needed, where I needed to be and so much more than I expected. Relief in being allowed to let go, and I did let go. Relief in being allowed to be who I want to be, who I am, deep inside.


The picture could have been me. The flogger, the heels, the wriggly lil girl. Squirming, writhing, avoiding. With each stroke the sting became more acute. Then the spank of your hand propelling me forward. Your touch caressing, soothing the sting., wiping the tears from my cheek. 

Thank you...so much x

the virgin spanked

New to this deliciousness...spanking. Last night he spanked me. His hand came down hard enough to make me draw breath quickly into my lungs.

A little shocked, like the first hand received on her arse by the secretary in the film of the same name. I remember the look in her eyes as she gazed at him incredulously. There was that crossroads right then as she looked at him, still bent over, elbows on the desk; she could stand up and walk away right there and then, or she could submit. The tension at that moment was palpable and very exciting I remember.

Here it was for me, that moment of surprise. It was not likely however, that I would walk away! The excitement in me was thick with anticipation. His hand came down on my arse in between my cheeks, his fingers curling to reach my pinkness. This is where I discovered the why people loved a good spank! I felt the heat grow instantly and my juices were evident. I am usually moved quickly to arousal, even sometimes in a permanent state of arousal which can be very uncomfortable if I can't be relieved. This however cause me to be immediately aroused and quite happily dripping!

He continued with a rhythm that was almost comforting. The strokes became harder, heavier. The sting was delicious but I began to squirm, to try and get away. It was beginning to hurt!..badly. He pushed my head down, holding me by the hair. Harder, faster...my thoughts raced, I was in between needing to cum and needing him to stop.

He didn't stop though, he kept going, holding me in place, smacking my red arse until I was so wet my thighs were covered. I needed to cum desperately. He slid his fingers inside my hot wet hole. I clamped down on them, almost involuntarily but not quite. Fucking me with his fingers, spanking me with his huge hand. I realised I had stopped struggling, stopped trying to get away...and as I realise this, the wave built in me and was released almost at once. My moans turned to screams as the wave passed through every muscle in my body.

I was a spanking virgin no longer...I was a spanked slut and I became a fast convert at the temple of spank!