Fiction ~ A short, heated story… Welcome to the Spanking Zone.
The Spanking Zone
As I left the office my phone pinged. Him. I opened the message trying to ignore the loud thumping of my heart. My eardrums vibrating from the immediate blood rush.
Pink knickers. Black bra.7 PmHim
Just under two hours to prepare. Breathing deeply I managed to regain some composure. But arriving home I found I’d walked the mile back to my flat in record time. That was to be expected as I’d not heard from Him for nearly two weeks.
Almost on autopilot I ran myself a bath, pouring in oil of juniper, his favourite. Eat half a sandwich. My stomach was knotted in anticipation. And then lay back in the hot scented water with a glass of white Rioja. The idea was to relax. He hated it when I was on edge. Saying it affected the texture of my skin.
At quarter to seven I selected some pink panties with lace around the edges and a black satin bra. Resisting the temptation to look out the window I put the front door on the latch and went and stood by the table, waiting.
Dead on time I heard the catch of the door lift. My breasts began to sharply rise and fall as my breathing became shallow.
No words were spoken. He came up behind me placing a blindfold eye mask in position. The tips of his fingers gliding over the warm flesh of my cleavage before one digit was pushed roughly into my mouth, and at the same time he wrenched my head back towards him. Breath warm on my neck, whispering, “Perfect knickers. Good girl. You know what to do next.”
Quickly I lay forward on to the table, the cool wood chilling my stomach.
Pulling the pantie fabric into my arse and cunt crack he wasted no time in landing the first delicious spank on my right butt cheek. Then waited. I knew what he wanted.
“More please.” I almost whimpered and could feel my desire leaking onto my gusset.
The spanks came in quick succession. Ten. Getting harder and crisper with each thwack. My mind retreated into the spanking zone. The place where I feel free, unburdened and at peace.
Then he paused. Yanking my knickers down completely so they came to rest around my ankles before beginning the thigh spanks. I knew my bum and loins were now almost as pink as the panties and smiled at the thought, relishing the euphoria I always witnessed at this point. I was totally relaxed when without any hesitation he sunk his cock deep into my cunt. His hips momentarily fastened to my fleshy bum cheeks, radiating with heat, before he began to fuck me in earnest. Hard, filling me up. The tops of my legs digging into the edge of the table. My body sliding forward slightly with each thrust as I held tightly to the wooden edges. Being used. His pleasure not mine. Every so often a slap would land on my back before finally he dug his nails deep into my hips and nosily took his release.
He slumped forward onto me. All was still, except both of us were panting slightly. Our bodies moving in unison.
“Good girl.” He whispered. “Don’t move until I’ve gone. I’ll leave the money in the same place as usual, on the side board.”