Monday, March 13, 2006
A good hard caning for a naughty girl
I spent Friday evening on the couch with my laptop, enjoying a little voyeuristic taste of others' sex lives through their blogs. Delicious. This post took me completely over the edge. Patty, the Creative Spanked Wife, spent her Saturday riding her horse out to the country to be tied to a tree and whipped by her husband. By the time I finished reading her story, my cunt was soaked. I needed sex.
I went the den to see if my desires could be fulfilled. We were going away for the weekend, so he was busy at his computer trying to finish a few last minute things. I interrupted, making sure my horniness was apparent.
"What have you been doing?," he quizzed, when he discovered the wetness of my panties.
"Reading blogs, want to fuck me?" I grinned like a naughty little girl.
"Oh? Tell me."
I told him Patty's story and how much it turned me on. Whipping, with a bullwhip! In public! That was probably more than I'd ever do, but just the fantasy was amazing.
"Okay, so you're a naughty little slut who wants to be tied up and whipped. I think that can be arranged," he answered. "Go upstairs, and get setup. I'll be up shortly."
He didn't have to explain how to "get setup." I knew exactly what he wanted. I stripped naked and put on my leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I locked all four and left the keys on the bedside table. I chose three implements - the heavy wooden paddle, the black delrin cane, and the riding crop (sadly, we have no bullwhip, but these were wonderfully painful choices). I laid them neatly on the foot of the bed. I tied two straps around the mattress so that my d-rings on my wrists and ankles cuffs could easily be clipped to carabineers holding me in a spread eagle position. I placed a large pillow in the middle of the bed and lay face down upon it, my ass high in the air.
He walked in shortly, obviously enjoying the view. I was not yet bound, but I had my legs spread and ass elevated so his first glance would be of my cunt. He smiled at the carefully laid out assortment of toys and quickly clipped my four restraints in place.
"You're such a naughty little slut, you know." He surprised me with a sharp slap to my ass cheek.
"Hey! But... I'm a good girl?" Yes, we both know it's a lie. I'm most definitely a naughty girl, and I certainly deserved (and craved) everything I was about to get.
He just laughed and asked me which implement he should use first. When I told him to take his choice, he chose the riding crop. We've only had the crop for a few weeks, but it's quickly become a favorite toy. The sting of the rod combined with the slap of the end drives me crazy. He started hard - OH FUCK, did he ever! He swished the crop against my ass incessantly. I struggled, futilely, against my binds. "Oww, oww, oww!" I screamed. He responded by spanking harder and letting an occasional swat fall on my sensitive upper thighs. My screams grew louder until I could bear it no more. He eased up on the whipping and rubbed his hand over my burning hot ass and across my throbbing pussy. I pressed my cunt against his hand, silently begging for it. He pulled his hand away before I could have my pleasure.
"Your ass is bright red," he smiled. "Ready for the cane?"
"But, but..." The innocent girl routine once again.
"You deserve to be punished, slut. You dripped cunt juice on the sheets."
I wasn't surprised. If I wasn't wet and horny enough before, I certainly was now. He picked up the cane and ran the tip gently across my clit and pussy lips. I moaned loudly, wanting, needing.
"Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me you want it hard," he demanded.
"P...Pl...Please cane me," I managed to whimper.
"Good girl," he smiled again. He started gently with the cane, as he usually does. It can easily cut and leave evil welts if you aren't careful. His light taps just made me want more. My ass was already warm from the crop, and I was ready for a good caning.
"Harder, please?" I squeaked. He quickly obliged, the strokes of the cane falling much harder upon my ass. He raised burning welts on my ass, each one met with screams of pleasure and pain. He drove me to the edge and pushed me into a deep endorphin rush of subspace. I don't know exactly how long the caning lasted, but from that point, I loved every moment of it.
Finally, he put down the cane and picked up the final implement, the heavy wooden paddle. It's actually a cutting board with a handle, but it does the job quite well. "Just a couple more, then I'll fuck your brains out," he promised. The paddle slapped hard against my already well punished ass. I screamed, loudly, in shock as much as anything else. The sensation of switching from the sting of the cane to the immense thud of the paddle was, well, indescribable. My ass felt numb, then burned, then throbbed. He finished with one or two more spanks, then tossed the paddle aside.
Leaving me tied up, he climbed on top of me, and from behind, penetrated my dripping cunt with his hot, throbbing cock. His welcome cock fucked me hard, and I moaned loudly. My ass was on fire from the spanking, my cunt on fire from desire, "Oh God," I cried, "Fuck me hard!" He did just that, my pussy spasming around him as I came quickly. He kept going, driving me into a world of ecstasy. He plunged his cock into me hard and fast, finally bringing me to another orgasm as he filled me with his wonderful cum.
I collapsed, exhausted. He unhooked restraints from the mattress, but I fell asleep almost instantly in a pool of sweat, wrapped in his arms, my wrist and ankle cuffs still locked. What a wonderful night.
I spent the next morning squirming in my seat while driving to our weekend destination, and still on Monday, I have tangible reminders of that night on my ass. Mmmm... truly amazing.
I went the den to see if my desires could be fulfilled. We were going away for the weekend, so he was busy at his computer trying to finish a few last minute things. I interrupted, making sure my horniness was apparent.
"What have you been doing?," he quizzed, when he discovered the wetness of my panties.
"Reading blogs, want to fuck me?" I grinned like a naughty little girl.
"Oh? Tell me."
I told him Patty's story and how much it turned me on. Whipping, with a bullwhip! In public! That was probably more than I'd ever do, but just the fantasy was amazing.
"Okay, so you're a naughty little slut who wants to be tied up and whipped. I think that can be arranged," he answered. "Go upstairs, and get setup. I'll be up shortly."
He didn't have to explain how to "get setup." I knew exactly what he wanted. I stripped naked and put on my leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I locked all four and left the keys on the bedside table. I chose three implements - the heavy wooden paddle, the black delrin cane, and the riding crop (sadly, we have no bullwhip, but these were wonderfully painful choices). I laid them neatly on the foot of the bed. I tied two straps around the mattress so that my d-rings on my wrists and ankles cuffs could easily be clipped to carabineers holding me in a spread eagle position. I placed a large pillow in the middle of the bed and lay face down upon it, my ass high in the air.
He walked in shortly, obviously enjoying the view. I was not yet bound, but I had my legs spread and ass elevated so his first glance would be of my cunt. He smiled at the carefully laid out assortment of toys and quickly clipped my four restraints in place.
"You're such a naughty little slut, you know." He surprised me with a sharp slap to my ass cheek.
"Hey! But... I'm a good girl?" Yes, we both know it's a lie. I'm most definitely a naughty girl, and I certainly deserved (and craved) everything I was about to get.
He just laughed and asked me which implement he should use first. When I told him to take his choice, he chose the riding crop. We've only had the crop for a few weeks, but it's quickly become a favorite toy. The sting of the rod combined with the slap of the end drives me crazy. He started hard - OH FUCK, did he ever! He swished the crop against my ass incessantly. I struggled, futilely, against my binds. "Oww, oww, oww!" I screamed. He responded by spanking harder and letting an occasional swat fall on my sensitive upper thighs. My screams grew louder until I could bear it no more. He eased up on the whipping and rubbed his hand over my burning hot ass and across my throbbing pussy. I pressed my cunt against his hand, silently begging for it. He pulled his hand away before I could have my pleasure.
"Your ass is bright red," he smiled. "Ready for the cane?"
"But, but..." The innocent girl routine once again.
"You deserve to be punished, slut. You dripped cunt juice on the sheets."
I wasn't surprised. If I wasn't wet and horny enough before, I certainly was now. He picked up the cane and ran the tip gently across my clit and pussy lips. I moaned loudly, wanting, needing.
"Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me you want it hard," he demanded.
"P...Pl...Please cane me," I managed to whimper.
"Good girl," he smiled again. He started gently with the cane, as he usually does. It can easily cut and leave evil welts if you aren't careful. His light taps just made me want more. My ass was already warm from the crop, and I was ready for a good caning.
"Harder, please?" I squeaked. He quickly obliged, the strokes of the cane falling much harder upon my ass. He raised burning welts on my ass, each one met with screams of pleasure and pain. He drove me to the edge and pushed me into a deep endorphin rush of subspace. I don't know exactly how long the caning lasted, but from that point, I loved every moment of it.
Finally, he put down the cane and picked up the final implement, the heavy wooden paddle. It's actually a cutting board with a handle, but it does the job quite well. "Just a couple more, then I'll fuck your brains out," he promised. The paddle slapped hard against my already well punished ass. I screamed, loudly, in shock as much as anything else. The sensation of switching from the sting of the cane to the immense thud of the paddle was, well, indescribable. My ass felt numb, then burned, then throbbed. He finished with one or two more spanks, then tossed the paddle aside.
Leaving me tied up, he climbed on top of me, and from behind, penetrated my dripping cunt with his hot, throbbing cock. His welcome cock fucked me hard, and I moaned loudly. My ass was on fire from the spanking, my cunt on fire from desire, "Oh God," I cried, "Fuck me hard!" He did just that, my pussy spasming around him as I came quickly. He kept going, driving me into a world of ecstasy. He plunged his cock into me hard and fast, finally bringing me to another orgasm as he filled me with his wonderful cum.
I collapsed, exhausted. He unhooked restraints from the mattress, but I fell asleep almost instantly in a pool of sweat, wrapped in his arms, my wrist and ankle cuffs still locked. What a wonderful night.
I spent the next morning squirming in my seat while driving to our weekend destination, and still on Monday, I have tangible reminders of that night on my ass. Mmmm... truly amazing.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Doms are Mean!
There's a newsflash - yeah, right. They're called sadists for a reason.
We've picked up a bunch of toys lately. More toys than time for playing! Today I got a package in the mail with beautiful leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Yum. Naturally, I wanted to play, so I put them on, stripped naked, and greeted him. Okay, so I knew he had things to do. When he gets home, he wants time with his computer first and me later. Too bad! I still wanted to play.
He said he wasn't in the mood right now (after all, we did just have sex this morning), but I didn't want to take no for an answer. I pestered. I begged. Finally, he took me up to the bedroom, plopped me face down on the bed, and tied my wrists to my ankles behind my back in a hogtie.
There I was, naked, bound, helpless, and ready for fun. But what does he do? He turns around and walks out the door! Goes to use his computer! What a meanie!
He came back to free me shortly, but I did learn that I can't escape from those cuffs on my own. He also threatened to buy a ball gag to keep me from complaining - such an evil man. And I was oh-so-hoping to get a chance to play with the pretty new riding crop! *sigh*
Oh well, time will come soon enough.
We've picked up a bunch of toys lately. More toys than time for playing! Today I got a package in the mail with beautiful leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Yum. Naturally, I wanted to play, so I put them on, stripped naked, and greeted him. Okay, so I knew he had things to do. When he gets home, he wants time with his computer first and me later. Too bad! I still wanted to play.
He said he wasn't in the mood right now (after all, we did just have sex this morning), but I didn't want to take no for an answer. I pestered. I begged. Finally, he took me up to the bedroom, plopped me face down on the bed, and tied my wrists to my ankles behind my back in a hogtie.
There I was, naked, bound, helpless, and ready for fun. But what does he do? He turns around and walks out the door! Goes to use his computer! What a meanie!
He came back to free me shortly, but I did learn that I can't escape from those cuffs on my own. He also threatened to buy a ball gag to keep me from complaining - such an evil man. And I was oh-so-hoping to get a chance to play with the pretty new riding crop! *sigh*
Oh well, time will come soon enough.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
My Favorite Bedtime Snack
It was late when he came to bed. I snuggled close to him, sharing my warmth. I rubbed my hand over his bare chest and his stomach. Delicious. I let my fingers wander down to his hips and over the lump in his underpants. I'd been sick these past few days, and sadly, this part of him had been neglected for far too long. It didn't take much rubbing to make the lump grow in desire.
As his cock swelled in my hand, he rubbed my breasts and started to squeeze my nipples between his fingertips. As he pinched harder, I let out a gentle moan. Pulling down his underpants, his cock rose free. I wanted it.
I attached a pair of clover clamps to my nipples and put the chain in his hands. I was already so aroused that I hardly felt the pinching of the clamps as they closed around my nipples, usually an amazingly intense sensation. The beauty of clover clamps, though, is that when pulled, they tighten. I handed him the chain, my reins.
I straddled his legs and took his throbbing cock deep into my throat. He pulled on the chain between my nipples. I let out a muffled moan as pain shot through my nipples. My cunt hadn't been touched, but it was dripping nonetheless. I took his entire cock, hot, hard, delicious, into my mouth. I let my tongue lap at his balls and his cock fill my throat. At his direction, I went slow, coming up only occasionally to get air.
I love having his cock fill my mouth, sucking it, licking it, making him moan in pleasure. I love the way he grabs my head and pushes it deeper. I love the way he pulls the chain attached to my nipples, sending signals of pain and excitement directly to my cunt. I buried my head in his crotch and kept sucking.
It didn't take long bring him to the brink of orgasm. He held my head tightly, pressing his cock deep down my throat. So deep I couldn't breathe, but I didn't struggle. His other hand pulled hard on my nipples. His cock spasmed and unleashed a flood of wonderful cum into my mouth, which I happily lapped up and swallowed. Mmmm. I sucked his cock clean, letting my tongue tease the tip as I let it go. That always makes him squirm. I kissed him on the hip, the stomach, the chest, and finally the lips, as my nipple chain dragged along his naked body.
He slowly removed the clamps from my nipples, and I fell happily into his arms to snuggle and sleep. It's amazing how satisfied giving head can be, even with no attention paid to my own sex. My favorite bedtime snack, for sure. Perhaps I'll try for another tonight. *smiles*
As his cock swelled in my hand, he rubbed my breasts and started to squeeze my nipples between his fingertips. As he pinched harder, I let out a gentle moan. Pulling down his underpants, his cock rose free. I wanted it.
I attached a pair of clover clamps to my nipples and put the chain in his hands. I was already so aroused that I hardly felt the pinching of the clamps as they closed around my nipples, usually an amazingly intense sensation. The beauty of clover clamps, though, is that when pulled, they tighten. I handed him the chain, my reins.
I straddled his legs and took his throbbing cock deep into my throat. He pulled on the chain between my nipples. I let out a muffled moan as pain shot through my nipples. My cunt hadn't been touched, but it was dripping nonetheless. I took his entire cock, hot, hard, delicious, into my mouth. I let my tongue lap at his balls and his cock fill my throat. At his direction, I went slow, coming up only occasionally to get air.
I love having his cock fill my mouth, sucking it, licking it, making him moan in pleasure. I love the way he grabs my head and pushes it deeper. I love the way he pulls the chain attached to my nipples, sending signals of pain and excitement directly to my cunt. I buried my head in his crotch and kept sucking.
It didn't take long bring him to the brink of orgasm. He held my head tightly, pressing his cock deep down my throat. So deep I couldn't breathe, but I didn't struggle. His other hand pulled hard on my nipples. His cock spasmed and unleashed a flood of wonderful cum into my mouth, which I happily lapped up and swallowed. Mmmm. I sucked his cock clean, letting my tongue tease the tip as I let it go. That always makes him squirm. I kissed him on the hip, the stomach, the chest, and finally the lips, as my nipple chain dragged along his naked body.
He slowly removed the clamps from my nipples, and I fell happily into his arms to snuggle and sleep. It's amazing how satisfied giving head can be, even with no attention paid to my own sex. My favorite bedtime snack, for sure. Perhaps I'll try for another tonight. *smiles*
Sunday, February 05, 2006
A Quick Spanking
"Roll over so I can spank your ass."
I looked up at him with the most innocent look I could muster and replied, "But, I'm a good girl!"
He smiled. He knew I wanted a spanking just as badly as he wanted to give it. "Bullshit. You're a slut. Now roll over, or I'll spank you even harder."
Once again, I resisted. I watched as he opened my lingerie drawer (where certain other naughty toys are kept) and pulled out the bright red strap. I both love and hate that strap. It's less than an inch wide and almost two feet long, and it hits like fire. Not only is the leather stained a beautiful shade of red, but every stroke leaves a nice red stripe on my skin where it falls.
"Are you going to turn over, slut?" he asked, as he used his wrist to flick the strap against my sensitive inner thigh.
"Oww, okay okay!" That got my attention. Even his lightest tap there was too much. I rolled, positioning a pillow under me to elevate my ass in the air. He likes his target exposed.
He started whipping my ass with the strap. "Oww!" I'd shout as it cracked against my poor skin. "That hurts!" When he spanks me, he usually starts with his hand and warms me up slowly. Not today. Today, he just wanted it to hurt.
He eased up on the whipping and let his hand wander between my legs. Despite my screams, my cunt always betrays me. He instantly felt my arousal and grinned. "You're soaked. Such a slut for a good hard spanking." He rubbed my clit for a few moments then went back to the strapping. "How many would you like, slut?" he asked, punctuating his question with a hard slap.
"Um... I don't know." My indecision was met with a hard crack of the evil strap. "Ouch!" I screamed.
"Well, how many?" Another crack fell upon my punished ass cheeks.
"How about... ten?" I squeaked quietly.
"Good girl. You count them."
He swung his arm and cracked the strap against my ass full force. "ONE!!" My ass was already on fire. I couldn't possibly take ten.
Crack! Before I could feel sorry for myself, the strap came down again. "TWO!"
And again. "THREE!"
Incessantly, he swung the strap hard against my poor ass.
"FOUR!"
"FIVE!"
"SIX!"
"SEVEN!"
By now the numbers were becoming just incomprehensible screams of pain and arousal. I buried my head in my pillow as he continued.
"EIGHT!"
"NINE!"
If those weren't bad enough, the tenth felt at least twice as hard. "TENOWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed.
He rubbed my burning backside as I looked up at him, or more accurately, I looked at his cock. His throbbing, hard cock, dripping with hot, tasty precum. I needed him. Now. I licked his cock to keep him from dripping on the sheets, wanting to suck it. I wanted him inside of me now, in any way. He pulled my head away. "Greedy little slut. Be patient, you'll get what you want." He picked up the strap and slapped my ass another few times for good measure.
As promised, he mounted me from behind and plunged his rock hard cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as he fucked me hard. "Mmmm, your ass is so cute when it's bright red," he said and thrust his manliness into me. I love doggy style sex. I love his cock ramming into me rough and fast, hitting my G-spot in just the right way. I moaned and screamed into my pillow as he continued to take me hard. With one final thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside of me, grabbed my ass, and moaned loudly as he released his cum into me. I came instantly, in the sweet surrender of being filled with his juices.
We fell together, exhausted and covered in sweat. He held me in his arms and we lay motionless in each other's comfort. I may indeed be a spanking slut (my bottom is still a bit sore), but that was some fantastic sex.
I looked up at him with the most innocent look I could muster and replied, "But, I'm a good girl!"
He smiled. He knew I wanted a spanking just as badly as he wanted to give it. "Bullshit. You're a slut. Now roll over, or I'll spank you even harder."
Once again, I resisted. I watched as he opened my lingerie drawer (where certain other naughty toys are kept) and pulled out the bright red strap. I both love and hate that strap. It's less than an inch wide and almost two feet long, and it hits like fire. Not only is the leather stained a beautiful shade of red, but every stroke leaves a nice red stripe on my skin where it falls.
"Are you going to turn over, slut?" he asked, as he used his wrist to flick the strap against my sensitive inner thigh.
"Oww, okay okay!" That got my attention. Even his lightest tap there was too much. I rolled, positioning a pillow under me to elevate my ass in the air. He likes his target exposed.
He started whipping my ass with the strap. "Oww!" I'd shout as it cracked against my poor skin. "That hurts!" When he spanks me, he usually starts with his hand and warms me up slowly. Not today. Today, he just wanted it to hurt.
He eased up on the whipping and let his hand wander between my legs. Despite my screams, my cunt always betrays me. He instantly felt my arousal and grinned. "You're soaked. Such a slut for a good hard spanking." He rubbed my clit for a few moments then went back to the strapping. "How many would you like, slut?" he asked, punctuating his question with a hard slap.
"Um... I don't know." My indecision was met with a hard crack of the evil strap. "Ouch!" I screamed.
"Well, how many?" Another crack fell upon my punished ass cheeks.
"How about... ten?" I squeaked quietly.
"Good girl. You count them."
He swung his arm and cracked the strap against my ass full force. "ONE!!" My ass was already on fire. I couldn't possibly take ten.
Crack! Before I could feel sorry for myself, the strap came down again. "TWO!"
And again. "THREE!"
Incessantly, he swung the strap hard against my poor ass.
"FOUR!"
"FIVE!"
"SIX!"
"SEVEN!"
By now the numbers were becoming just incomprehensible screams of pain and arousal. I buried my head in my pillow as he continued.
"EIGHT!"
"NINE!"
If those weren't bad enough, the tenth felt at least twice as hard. "TENOWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed.
He rubbed my burning backside as I looked up at him, or more accurately, I looked at his cock. His throbbing, hard cock, dripping with hot, tasty precum. I needed him. Now. I licked his cock to keep him from dripping on the sheets, wanting to suck it. I wanted him inside of me now, in any way. He pulled my head away. "Greedy little slut. Be patient, you'll get what you want." He picked up the strap and slapped my ass another few times for good measure.
As promised, he mounted me from behind and plunged his rock hard cock into my dripping pussy. I moaned as he fucked me hard. "Mmmm, your ass is so cute when it's bright red," he said and thrust his manliness into me. I love doggy style sex. I love his cock ramming into me rough and fast, hitting my G-spot in just the right way. I moaned and screamed into my pillow as he continued to take me hard. With one final thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside of me, grabbed my ass, and moaned loudly as he released his cum into me. I came instantly, in the sweet surrender of being filled with his juices.
We fell together, exhausted and covered in sweat. He held me in his arms and we lay motionless in each other's comfort. I may indeed be a spanking slut (my bottom is still a bit sore), but that was some fantastic sex.
