Swish Thump Crack Spank Sigh
"I don't think I like that new strap very much."
My body stiffens as I listen for the sound of his shoes scuffing on the thick carpet. I crane my head in the direction of something.....to the left?
"I didn't ask for commentary, Naughty One."
His words come from somewhere behind me.....to my left. I close my mouth abruptly, pressing my palms flat on my head, as a wave of fear washes over me. I tilt my head forward, letting the weight of my arms pull against my fingers, my muscles tired, listening.
I feel his presence next to me before the strap falls, my body in tune with the way the air shifts when he is close. I immediately tense and bend forward a bit, hoping to offer my fleshiest, most padded parts to the strap.
CRACKKKK! CRACKKK!
It connects with my bottom hard and I am gasping. In the standing position the heavy strap seems to find new life in my poor bottom, and I dance haphazardly as I gasp, moving from side to side, wiggling and twitching, trying to get away from the thuddy aching sting.
CRACKKK! CRACKKKK!
I teeter on shaking legs, the strap biting at my flesh as the nauseating ache fills me completely, making my head dull. I start to slip away, the dullness growing, until I am almost unaware of the blazing inferno that continues to spread over my bottom.
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! CRACKKK!
Transfixed by the slapping sound of the rawhide, I stop sucking and gasping at the air. My chest rises and falls, pushing air in and out of my lungs in time with the sound and I am lulled into a bit of a trance....slipping....slipping.....
SHOVE!
Strong hands are suddenly grabbing and pushing, propelling me forward. I stumble and wobble, the strong grip unyielding, my shoes tripping and catching on the carpet. The room is silent except for the soft whimpering sound that comes from my mouth.
thump scrape.....
I hear the sound of the strap landing on the floor and then the scraping of wood on wood and realize with horror that he has picked up another implement....something heavy....and then his hands are turning me, and I am stumbling, struggling to stay upright as he drives forward again.
SHOVE!
I am scared, his painful grip pushing and pulling on me until finally, he shoves me hard with a force that sends me tumbling onto the bed, my panties slipping down to my ankles. I push up onto my elbows with a frantic jerking motion, my head moving from side to side, listening.
I feel the weight of him pressing down on the bed and his voice is in my ear, his hand pressing hard against my body, pushing me flat against the bed.
"Don't move"
His whisper is severe and exacting.
CRACKKKK!
The pain fills me...overwhelms me.
CRACKK! CRACCK!
I gasp and choke.... my body writhing and convulsing, as he steadily pummels my sore bottom with the unknown vile implement. Paddle? Heavy Spoon? What *is* that????
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! CRACKKK!
He spanks forcefully and briskly, quickly igniting a fiery blaze on both cheeks and I am unable to think or breathe. I think only of the pain and when it is going to stop, as I grip the blanket.....praying it will soon stop. My teeth begin to chatter and the ache seems to go on forever.
CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK!
The heat grows and grows until I am unable to distinguish whether my cheeks are hot....or cold. I lay there listless on the bed, paralyzed, filled up with the heady pain.
I can't take anymore...I know can't take anymore...
And then when I think I cannot take anymore....cannot possibly survive anymore...he stops, and then he is gone, the mattress springing back up as he stands and then moves away, leaving me stunned and my bottom throbbing.
thwap thud.....
I struggle not to giggle uncontrollably as I hear him drop the vile thing onto the table, knowing that it is finally over. Relief washes over me. He is finished. I am unable to move, and I lay there.... quietly......my head drifting, waiting for the throbbing ache to subside to a heavy warmth.
swish thump.....
I smile softly to myself, my limbs and eyelids heavy....so heavy.....my skirt still up, my panties a tangled mess around my ankles, my bare bottom still smoldering, knowing he has pulled up a chair......to bask in the afterglow.
sighhh.....
My body stiffens as I listen for the sound of his shoes scuffing on the thick carpet. I crane my head in the direction of something.....to the left?
"I didn't ask for commentary, Naughty One."
His words come from somewhere behind me.....to my left. I close my mouth abruptly, pressing my palms flat on my head, as a wave of fear washes over me. I tilt my head forward, letting the weight of my arms pull against my fingers, my muscles tired, listening.
I feel his presence next to me before the strap falls, my body in tune with the way the air shifts when he is close. I immediately tense and bend forward a bit, hoping to offer my fleshiest, most padded parts to the strap.
CRACKKKK! CRACKKK!
It connects with my bottom hard and I am gasping. In the standing position the heavy strap seems to find new life in my poor bottom, and I dance haphazardly as I gasp, moving from side to side, wiggling and twitching, trying to get away from the thuddy aching sting.
CRACKKK! CRACKKKK!
I teeter on shaking legs, the strap biting at my flesh as the nauseating ache fills me completely, making my head dull. I start to slip away, the dullness growing, until I am almost unaware of the blazing inferno that continues to spread over my bottom.
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! CRACKKK!
Transfixed by the slapping sound of the rawhide, I stop sucking and gasping at the air. My chest rises and falls, pushing air in and out of my lungs in time with the sound and I am lulled into a bit of a trance....slipping....slipping.....
SHOVE!
Strong hands are suddenly grabbing and pushing, propelling me forward. I stumble and wobble, the strong grip unyielding, my shoes tripping and catching on the carpet. The room is silent except for the soft whimpering sound that comes from my mouth.
thump scrape.....
I hear the sound of the strap landing on the floor and then the scraping of wood on wood and realize with horror that he has picked up another implement....something heavy....and then his hands are turning me, and I am stumbling, struggling to stay upright as he drives forward again.
SHOVE!
I am scared, his painful grip pushing and pulling on me until finally, he shoves me hard with a force that sends me tumbling onto the bed, my panties slipping down to my ankles. I push up onto my elbows with a frantic jerking motion, my head moving from side to side, listening.
I feel the weight of him pressing down on the bed and his voice is in my ear, his hand pressing hard against my body, pushing me flat against the bed.
"Don't move"
His whisper is severe and exacting.
CRACKKKK!
The pain fills me...overwhelms me.
CRACKK! CRACCK!
I gasp and choke.... my body writhing and convulsing, as he steadily pummels my sore bottom with the unknown vile implement. Paddle? Heavy Spoon? What *is* that????
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! CRACKKK!
He spanks forcefully and briskly, quickly igniting a fiery blaze on both cheeks and I am unable to think or breathe. I think only of the pain and when it is going to stop, as I grip the blanket.....praying it will soon stop. My teeth begin to chatter and the ache seems to go on forever.
CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK!
The heat grows and grows until I am unable to distinguish whether my cheeks are hot....or cold. I lay there listless on the bed, paralyzed, filled up with the heady pain.
I can't take anymore...I know can't take anymore...
And then when I think I cannot take anymore....cannot possibly survive anymore...he stops, and then he is gone, the mattress springing back up as he stands and then moves away, leaving me stunned and my bottom throbbing.
thwap thud.....
I struggle not to giggle uncontrollably as I hear him drop the vile thing onto the table, knowing that it is finally over. Relief washes over me. He is finished. I am unable to move, and I lay there.... quietly......my head drifting, waiting for the throbbing ache to subside to a heavy warmth.
swish thump.....
I smile softly to myself, my limbs and eyelids heavy....so heavy.....my skirt still up, my panties a tangled mess around my ankles, my bare bottom still smoldering, knowing he has pulled up a chair......to bask in the afterglow.
sighhh.....