To Come
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,048
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Spanking the Girl
Thanks for all the reviews! Heh Neko, wouldn\'t it be great if it -were-
you having that kinda fun?
To my muse, whom from all inspiration flows, Tyger. =) (Yea you probably
guessed right if you thought I was a fan of all things feline =))
And erhm, it\'s fiction mixed with fact. Which is which? Go figure. Hah!
Lionel placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Mia\'s nose. Instictively,
Mia closed her eyes, smiled and ran her hands through his hair. The smell of
his shampoo wafted itself to her olfactory senses. She inhaled deeply, trying
to take in all of him.
He loved studying her facial expressions and indulged her in her
whiffs. He absorbed himself in the way her eyelids rested above her pupils,
the way her lips curved into a smile.. And the way she sighed when he finally
moved away.
She opened her eyes as she felt his body heat radiate further away.
She pouted. He chuckled, knowing that she would respond that way.
\"Don\'t move or I\'ll spank you,\" his voice was neutral and she couldn\'t
figure if he was joking. He walked away to one of the rooms adjoining the dining
room.
She decided to test the truth in his last statement. Propping herself
up, she sat up and then flopped herself on her belly to look out the window.
They were on the fourteenth floor and the window presented a view of
neighbouring ground houses that surrounded the estate. It made her feel oddly
like an exhibitionist. Once again, those little foible of her thoughts came to
her and she wondered if anyone in those houses would point a telescope into the
house.
\"So, I see you moved?\" He whispered into her ear as he pinned her hands
together from behind, \"And in such a compromising position..\"
Lionel had gotten on the table and was resting his weight above Mia. Mia
wriggled to get into a comfortable position. He let her move, after all, she
wouldn\'t be able to for long. Smiling, though she couldn\'t see him, he nuzzled
her neck.
She froze, to let him do whatever he wanted to her. The neck had always
been her weak spot. Wosslyssly, he dismounted and told her to take off her
clothes. She quickly threw off her tee shirt and shorts, revealing only the back
view of her black bra straps and the sliver of the black g-string disappearing
down her butt crack. She twisted her body to face him, coyly wrapping one arm
around herself. She smiled at him, and waited for him to make his next move.
He peeled her hand away from her shoulder, revelling in the sight of her
frontal assets. The black lace bra was one of his favourites. He loved the
patterns on the lace, and he loved how the black bra thrust out her pale breasts.
He leant forward to caress them softly. She moaned, how long was it that they
last had the time to be alone?
He flopped her on her stomach suddenly, breaking her train of thought.
He emptied some black satin ribbon from his pockets. She mused at the
recollection of him hustling her to be quick with the purchase because he was
so embarrassed. He deftly fastened her wrists to the table legs. She tugged at
them experimentally as he worked on her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled on
the table top when he was finished.
The first spank came down unexpectedly. It stung a little, but it was
bearable. His hand came down again, slightly harder than the first. Mia moaned
and recoiled. The third spank was softer than the last. Mia moaned a little
louder. The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth came together, leaving Mia
little time to recoil from the pain. She whimpered a little as the pain glowed
into a heat that spread down between her legs.
\"You like that?\" He stroked her butt cheeks.
\"Uh huh.\" She mumbled into the table.
\"Your butt\'s red!\" He chuckled mirthfully, as he continued to stroke her.
\"Uh huh..\" She mumbled even more shyly into the table.
His hand trailed purposefully down her butt cheeks. He pulled aside the
cloth that covered her pussy. He saw that she shaved herself clean for him. He
rubbed his palm across the hairless folds. She wiggled and tried to press
herself against him.
\"What is it that you want?\" He taunted her, using a finger now to trace
her wetness. Usually, she would grab his hand and mould it to finger her. But now,
her hands were tied up. He taunted her again. She couldn\'t find the words...
you having that kinda fun?
To my muse, whom from all inspiration flows, Tyger. =) (Yea you probably
guessed right if you thought I was a fan of all things feline =))
And erhm, it\'s fiction mixed with fact. Which is which? Go figure. Hah!
Lionel placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Mia\'s nose. Instictively,
Mia closed her eyes, smiled and ran her hands through his hair. The smell of
his shampoo wafted itself to her olfactory senses. She inhaled deeply, trying
to take in all of him.
He loved studying her facial expressions and indulged her in her
whiffs. He absorbed himself in the way her eyelids rested above her pupils,
the way her lips curved into a smile.. And the way she sighed when he finally
moved away.
She opened her eyes as she felt his body heat radiate further away.
She pouted. He chuckled, knowing that she would respond that way.
\"Don\'t move or I\'ll spank you,\" his voice was neutral and she couldn\'t
figure if he was joking. He walked away to one of the rooms adjoining the dining
room.
She decided to test the truth in his last statement. Propping herself
up, she sat up and then flopped herself on her belly to look out the window.
They were on the fourteenth floor and the window presented a view of
neighbouring ground houses that surrounded the estate. It made her feel oddly
like an exhibitionist. Once again, those little foible of her thoughts came to
her and she wondered if anyone in those houses would point a telescope into the
house.
\"So, I see you moved?\" He whispered into her ear as he pinned her hands
together from behind, \"And in such a compromising position..\"
Lionel had gotten on the table and was resting his weight above Mia. Mia
wriggled to get into a comfortable position. He let her move, after all, she
wouldn\'t be able to for long. Smiling, though she couldn\'t see him, he nuzzled
her neck.
She froze, to let him do whatever he wanted to her. The neck had always
been her weak spot. Wosslyssly, he dismounted and told her to take off her
clothes. She quickly threw off her tee shirt and shorts, revealing only the back
view of her black bra straps and the sliver of the black g-string disappearing
down her butt crack. She twisted her body to face him, coyly wrapping one arm
around herself. She smiled at him, and waited for him to make his next move.
He peeled her hand away from her shoulder, revelling in the sight of her
frontal assets. The black lace bra was one of his favourites. He loved the
patterns on the lace, and he loved how the black bra thrust out her pale breasts.
He leant forward to caress them softly. She moaned, how long was it that they
last had the time to be alone?
He flopped her on her stomach suddenly, breaking her train of thought.
He emptied some black satin ribbon from his pockets. She mused at the
recollection of him hustling her to be quick with the purchase because he was
so embarrassed. He deftly fastened her wrists to the table legs. She tugged at
them experimentally as he worked on her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled on
the table top when he was finished.
The first spank came down unexpectedly. It stung a little, but it was
bearable. His hand came down again, slightly harder than the first. Mia moaned
and recoiled. The third spank was softer than the last. Mia moaned a little
louder. The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth came together, leaving Mia
little time to recoil from the pain. She whimpered a little as the pain glowed
into a heat that spread down between her legs.
\"You like that?\" He stroked her butt cheeks.
\"Uh huh.\" She mumbled into the table.
\"Your butt\'s red!\" He chuckled mirthfully, as he continued to stroke her.
\"Uh huh..\" She mumbled even more shyly into the table.
His hand trailed purposefully down her butt cheeks. He pulled aside the
cloth that covered her pussy. He saw that she shaved herself clean for him. He
rubbed his palm across the hairless folds. She wiggled and tried to press
herself against him.
\"What is it that you want?\" He taunted her, using a finger now to trace
her wetness. Usually, she would grab his hand and mould it to finger her. But now,
her hands were tied up. He taunted her again. She couldn\'t find the words...