You stand before me, exquisite in stockings and heels. Rubbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, becoming aroused.
“Please,” you beg.
I’m unsure. Spanking you. It’s new.
There is desperation and intensity in your eyes.
You turn, hooking your chained hands over the wall hooks.
I pick up the wooden paddle, getting used to its weight.
I stand behind you. You tense in expectation.
Crack! The paddle slaps across your buttocks. You let out a yelp of pleasure.
I continue, your buttocks reddening. You gasp as your climax spasms through you.
Pain morphs into pleasure.
I’m no longer a spanking virgin.
