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I find myself padding dutifully to the room, and retrieving the leather belt turned punishment tool. It feels heavy in my hand. I’m speculating how it will feel wielded against my skin. I know she’ll spank me with my ass naked. She’ll follow the formula I write so well, not letting me wear my clothes, even my panties. Like a kid, I’ll be spanked hard until I can’t stop crying. The picture is horribly vivid, frightening and provocative.
Returning to the room, I find Peach still inordinately calm. I think I’m happier when she’s angry; then, she can change her mind on a dime, and we might find ourselves tumbling into bed together, taken with sexual abandon. Now, her calmness only suggests her resolve and I give up hope for happy endings.
Peach takes the belt and doubles it in her hand. She does this so expertly I wonder how many other bottoms she has thus whacked. Probably none, I’ve just been too exact in my writings, giving her too much information. I’ll have to remember this next time, before I let her read another story.
She nods her head at me, at my jeans. Bare as a babe, that’s how she wants me. My ass is a creamy white round one, with ample jiggle, and enough flesh to take a long harsh burn. I always thought that it was ripe to be punished. I wiggle from the jeans as she watches; it seems to take forever to remove each leg. I gaze at her unchanging look, desperate for some kind of reprieve. It doesn’t come. I push my panties off my hips and let them drop to the floor. Then I turn around so my bottom faces Peach and she can see the quivering cheeks that will be the target of her anger.
Peach pushes me toward the dining room table.
“Grab the other end and hold on,” she instructs.
I feel as worthless and humiliated as my writings tell. Though there’s no doubt about the spark in me that craves this feeling. The desire to be overpowered, in the control of someone else, has been a lifelong picture that my mind has clung to with a passionate grip. I act now, as if a tape of this is playing in my head, telling me each move to make. Peach would have to tell me nothing.
I bend over the table with my naked rear upturned for her. I’m thankful that Peach hasn’t the meanness to prolong the agony by making me wait longer still. The acute thrill going through me needs its satisfaction now! Or so I think.
She strikes hard and fast, as if her anger has returned, or at the very least, come to the surface from where it had been momentarily buried. At first, the blows from the belt are merely warm, though as she continues it begins to smart. Stinging sensation after sensation, I wiggle to greet them and get away; I’m not sure which is more important.
The blows continue, and I hear her determined grunts behind them. But I am crying now, saying god knows what, things I’ll never remember. Pleas, I suppose. Entreaties of the most woeful sort. But I can count on Peach not to hear them, until she’s ready, until she’s finished. She’ll make the most of this opportunity to control me.
My bottom burns hot. I’m sure
I can’t stand anymore. I want to wrench away, but that would corrupt the picture of my admonishment, that must, beginning to end, be accomplished with a submissive ass, submissively offered for its due.
Peach concludes with a flourish, with several well placed whacks on the center of my burning ass.
“Now stay there until I tell you to get up,” she says. She takes the belt and walks away.
I’m left wondering how long I have to remain so posed. Images from childhood surface; though these images are not real, since I’ve never had this treatment. My situation simply brings up the memory of feeling this exposed, for dishonesty, for a bratty disposition, or whatever the fault. I was tongue lashed then, but never spanked, even when my sense of justice and my body craved a physical correction. I believe that’s why I’ve fantasized about it so much, why my mind creates these curious writings with this crude mix of erotic pleasure and torturing pain.
As I rest against the table, I begin to feel the burning sting turn to warmth, as a vibrant glow replaces any pain. I wish that Peach would return and make love to me. She knows the endings in my stories, knows exactly how the finale goes; but perhaps she’s deliberately punishing me more by abandoning me.
“You look mighty pretty there,” I finally hear her voice.
I turn my head against the table so I’m looking at her. She stands in the kitchen doorway, leaning casually against the door frame.
“I like the look, we should have tried it before.” I can see the lust in her eyes, her changed mood means good times soon, but I’m still advised to be submissive to her. I want the game to play out as much as she wants it to. Maybe I manufactured this breach in our relationship so we could make this step. I trust her, when I’ve never trusted any other woman or man before. I often think I’m foolish, because she is so ruthlessly emotional. I think I should be afraid of that sometimes. I thought that before she spanked me, the savageness of her anger was so intense; but she didn’t let me down, not even for an instant.
She began and ended just as she should.
Peach swaggers to me as I watch her. She’s wearing only a dressing gown; I know she’s naked underneath. She stands before me at the table, then raises one leg and rests it on a chair so that I can see her pussy peeking at me. Her bush of black hair glistens, the dim light above makes it shadowy, though I can well imagine the luscious folds that surround her moist dark cavern. I want to take my tongue and feast on her cunt, but I’m obliged to remain in my place until I’m ordered otherwise.
Peach taunts me with a pulsing cunt. It juices even more as I gaze at its intricate folds. When she spreads her legs wider still, her pussy lips part so I can see the purple pink flesh and her rock hard clit. I can imagine the smell and the taste. I want her to come closer, but she’s content to torture me from a distance.
“I see why you write about it with such glowing detail,” she says. “The experience is as phenomenal as the vision.”
“I wasn’t sure it would be,” I say. “You know it was my first time, like this.” She spanked me because she thinks I’ve been unfaithful to her, I never have been physically. But mentally, she’s right. I haven’t told her everything about my past or what’s often in my thoughts.
“I know,” she admits. “I do like a real emotional donnybrook once in awhile. It had been a long time since I’ve had the satisfaction of revealing so much pent-up feeling. You’re as inspiring with this as you are with your sex. Seeing that nasty blush rise on your ass cheeks was invigorating as much as it was satisfying. It’s quite a relief.”
“I’m glad I could accommodate you,” I say. “But can I get up now?”
“No,” she states flatly, “you’re mine to use until I’m finished with you.” She’s obviously delighted with the idea of my submission to her.
“Haven’t I suffered enough?” I ask.
“You probably have. It’s just that your blushing bottom is so beautiful right now, I don’t want you to hide it away from me.”
“Then touch me,” I beg.
