The Reason

This is a story that Guy wrote for me in December of last year. One of my favorites. Thank you for letting me post it hon.

The Reason

The reason for the spanking didn’t seem to matter sometimes, whether it was for the release that came from their mutual passion, or because she was getting the real discipline she so often needed and deserved. Sometimes spankings started off playfully and got very serious, as he recalled some rule she had broken. Often when the spanking was for punishment, it was serious from beginning to end, but sometimes, discipline got hot. Neither could always tell as the spankings started, and they accepted the phenomena as part of the profound intimacy they had discovered as they shared their hearts and grew in everlasting love and affection. It was their “dance of life” and just as it bound them together as tightly as chains; it was their soul’s freedom too.

Right now, she was so aroused and taken she couldn’t even remember the reason. Her bottom was on fire, burning, and burning so hot, like bees had landed and stung every single square inch of her bare skin from just below her waist to far down on her thighs. She vaguely recalled his hand landing over and over again on her bottom. She remembered the sting of wood, and the blistering spasms with each stroke of the strap. She remembered being turned and taken and turned again; they had been everywhere tonight, wicked scolding and loving words too. There were kisses and fingers and wet and sting everywhere. He had gently spanked her front as he feasted on her sweetness and he’d bitten her sore bottom hard as he probed her pussy and her bottom hole so deeply with his fingers and his tongue. She had come to waves of orgasm twice already as he kissed her everywhere, one moment pain, and the next, ecstasy. One moment animal, the next, the tenderest soul in creation.

On her knees now with him swollen deep inside her, she was full like never before. She felt as if she were in a new and other world, sensing only the two of them. There was such oneness to it all, this other world. He had asked, of course, “are you sure,” and her response had been to relax and wantonly press back into him. Tentatively with some fear, he sensed, but with trust too; she knew his only true purpose was her pleasure and the peace that comes with love. He had been so gentle and slow, waiting for her to breathe and to relax, his cock glazed with the wetness from her pussy. And now she could feel every rapid beat of his heart as his cock seemed to grow harder and throbbed inside her bottom.

She wondered at the fear that kept lovers at a distance, and how they had never shared this gift before. He moved so slowly and gently and deeply inside her. Slowly, pausing to revel in the sensation of a new set of nerve endings discovered and explored; marveling at the fullness and the certainty of being taken and owned completely by the man she loved. There were a million sensations, the hot stinging of her bottom coupled with the utter fullness of his cock in her ass. The waves rose once again and she came as powerfully as she had ever known. She heard him groan too and felt him buried in her, pulse after pulse after beating pulse of his ejaculation filling her even more. It seemed to last an eternity, but at last, they collapsed together on the bed in a heap. Spent and taken and feeling so overwhelmingly beloved; feeling so very well spanked and so very well taken, she thought, “he loves me and my god, we’ve grown again.”