Just CheckingIt’s funny how you do this… I’d say ‘how I do this’ but I know other people do, too – s
Just CheckingIt’s funny how you do this… I’d say ‘how I do this’ but I know other people do, too – sort of ask for the opposite of what you want…We’re cuddling after several kinds of pleasure – me with a red bottom – and I ask Tina, “Do you ever wish you didn’t have to spank me?”“Of course not, sweetie – I know you need it,” she says graciously, “And I enjoy it – I thought you could tell.”“Oh I can,” I reassure her, “I just meant – every time. Does it get old? And, you know, ‘forcing’ me… do you ever wish I took more initiative?”“I’ve sort of gotten used to it… by now I kind of enjoy it, your ‘resistance’. And spanking you every time, I thought that’s what you wanted.”“Oh it is…” I tell her, “Thank you.”“You don’t need to say ‘thank you’, baby – you ‘thank’ me plenty well enough…”I blush at this, but smile.She goes on, “So I’m not spanking you too often?” I shake my head ‘no’. “What about to hard? Or too long?” she continues. “Come on, be honest…”“Certainly not!” I tell her with maybe a little too much emphasis.“Oh? Should I spank harder? Longer?”“We could… try that,” I say, squirming (from my arousal, not trepidation).She puts her hand on my bottom, starts rubbing (not for the first time today (smile) by any means). “I thought your bottom was sore…”“Unt uh… feels good.”“Do you need some more right now?”I wish! But we don’t have time for that, plus what always comes after. “No time,” I whine. “You can add it to next time.”“You’re already getting a really good one next time… much ‘better’ than today.”I can barely contain my excitement, hearing this. Maybe we do have time. “I know,” I tell her.“And you want this added to it?” she asks. (We haven’t been real clear on what ‘this’ is) she’s still rubbing my bottom and I’m arching back into her hand.“Uh huh… maybe…”“No, not ‘maybe’ – not now.” Her fingers slip inside of me, I’ll only need a second to come. “Oh, Sarah,” she whispers, “You just never know when to stop, do you?”“Unt uh,” I moan.I’m so close and she knows it. I can feel her breath on my ear as she whispers, “Next time,” she breathes as she fingers me, “Your spanking is going to start where this on left off.”“Ohhhhhh,” I moan as I start to buck my hips.“And the next time… and the next time… and the next time!”***Can’t wait! -- source link