Hey,
everyone!
I’ve
got another Saturday Spanks excerpt for you today. This one comes
from one of my favorite short stories, “Like Riding a Bicycle”, in D&S Duos 4. It’s about a married couple who
had a kinky relationship early on, before careers and kids and age
got in the way. Can they recapture the magic?
Enjoy!
I'm
brusque as I slip the blindfold over her tangled curls. I fasten a
pair of cuffs around her ankles. "Hands down by your sides."
When she obeys, I cuff her wrists and clip her corresponding hands
and feet together. "Too tight?"
"No,
it's fine, sir."
I
pinch her butt, leaving a pair of livid marks on her pale skin.
"Fine? I think maybe you're enjoying this too much." When I
dabble my fingers in her soaked cunt, her muscles clench around me. I
smack her butt with my other hand and she actually giggles.
"Oh,
you're in trouble now, missy," I tell her, trying hard not to
laugh myself. She winces when she hears the drawer open and the burp
of the lube spurting into my hand. "Yes, that's right. I'm going
to skewer your ass with a plug the size of Texas and then I'm going
to whip you till you bleed. You won't be able to sit down for a
week."
I
proceed to make good on the first part of my threat, slathering the
bulging purple device with slippery gel. It's about two inches in
diameter at its widest point. I know that Mariah can take more—I
buggered her with a bedpost once—but that was a long time ago. I
rub the tapered end back and forth across her anus, working to relax
her muscles. Then I push and twist at the same time.
"Aye!"
she screams, as the fat bulb breaches her sphincter and settles into
her rectum. "Ow!"
I
don't wait for her to get used to the sensation. Grabbing the
singletail, I swing it once or twice, trying to get used to the heft.
All at once I'm consumed with doubt. What if I really hurt her? An
incompetent whipping could do serious damage.
I
slash the thong through the air once more and slam it down on the bed
next to her bare feet. Her toes curl as the force is transmitted
through the mattress. I'm not sure I can really control where the
stroke lands. The whip whistles and cracks above her head—threatening
but ultimately harmless.
The
pause becomes uncomfortable. I've lost the rhythm of the scene.
"Sir?"
Mariah sounds tentative, questing. "Is something wrong?"
Anger
and disappointment rise together. "What? Why do you ask, girl?"
I growl. Tears actually prick my eyes, me, the big bad Dom. I should
have known you can't bring back the past. But it seemed, for a while,
like it actually might be possible to recapture the magic. It felt so
very right...
"Well,
you said you were going to flog me, sir." Mariah's alto voice is
strong and confident. She's not afraid to tell me, in her sub code,
what she wants. She at least has no doubts.
"Are
you trying to tell me what to do?" I roar. "Are you topping
from below?"
"Of
course not, sir. It's up to you. You should do whatever pleases you."
She sighs. The plug in her ass twitches. "I'm yours, sir—yours
completely."
It's
scene-speak, I know. Mariah would never talk like this in ordinary
life. Still, it touches me, because I realize she means it. She
trusts me—still—to do what's right for us, to take her where she
needs to go.
I
raise my arm, suddenly strong. The whip swishes through the air,
snaps and makes a perfect landing on her right cheek. A bright red
line stitches across her creamy flesh. My cock throbs in response to
her pitiful wail. Taking a deep breath, I land a powerful stroke on
her other globe and survey its reddening wake.
Mariah
chokes back her cry of pain.
"Are
you all right, Mariah? Is it too much?"
"No,
sir," she whispers. "Not at all."
She
wants this. She wants me to whip her, to push her to the limit and
beyond. I bring the singletail down hard on her quivering flesh. She
moans and jerks in her bonds as I paint her ass with a brilliant
lattice of scarlet stripes.
I
slash at her with the whip, again and again, focused and untiring.
I'm in control now. I can see exactly where each stroke will land.
Every so often I snap the tip against the base of the plug, making it
vibrate inside her. Mariah yells and thrashes about on the bed. I
don't need to ask how she is. I can sense it. She's here with me,
deep in the moment, giving her all.
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