“One!” You count. You whimper out as I bring the rising crop down on your skin. I lean down and kiss the heart shaped marks that it leaves behind, the sting that lingers making you twitch and whine in anticipation. “Two!” As another strike hits your ass, and I lean down once more. This time taking my teeth and sinking them into your skin, soothing the skin with my tongue. “Three!” You manage to say through tears that well in your eyes and whines at the bite of the leather into your sore skin.
I continue, the expectation of a kiss, a bite or a lick into your skin following the harsh bite of leather against your ass..
Xx M
I’m trying so hard not to fucking cum right now, you’ve got me down to a T, my weak points, and you know how much spanking is my downfall.
Knowing I feel the softness of your mouth on me after the bite if implement used on my now reddening ass.
The feel of the sting from the hits staying with me for at least a week, remembering the mark you left on me and every time I sit down I’ll be reminded…which let’s face it is exactly what you expect from me…
But then again, if I said to you at the end “is that all you’ve got?” I wonder what would happen then, hmm?
