Writen by me © In the Quiet
This is one of my favorite subjects, since I like to spank. So for me it is not if I will spank you it is when I will spank you. So first let me give a little disclaimer, I do not condone abuse. I will never and have never abused a woman, the thought repulses me and I am ashamed to be part of a Gender where the beating and tolerance of abuse is Admired. Abuse is never ok. Let me establish that when I talk about Spanking or Discipline (Correction) it is in terms of Safe Sane and Consensual an act agreed upon in a relationship, such as D/s or even in a regular relationship where some dabble in Kink.
There are two basic forms of spanking one is to correct (discipline your submissive). The other is sensual and erotic a form of play. I do not like to correct my little but it must be done, for it is my responsibility as a Dominant to Discipline when warranted.
There are many ways to spank; I have no preference but just to name a few. Over the lap, over the knees, Hands on ankles, Hands on knees, over the desk, over a stool, kneeling on the chair, on the bed and the list goes on and on. What is your favorite, or will this be your first time?
There are many tools to use for spanking, a belt, a paddle wood/ plastic/ leather, a flogger, a leather cat o nine tales, A switch or a cane, a wooden brush or of course the always beloved hand. I personally love to spank with the hand to feel the burn with each smack. The heat so erotic, a mutual pain to hear her cry out and the heat that draws from her. Just imagine with me, let your thoughts wander. Let me tell you a little story.
Spanking: Her first time
She called me today, asking to be spanked. Were she even conceived this notion is beyond me she is new at this since I have not yet trained my little all that long. I stared at the phone and asked in my oh so usual firm voice, what did you say, darling. She repeated it again: “Sir I need to be spanked”. Why would that be my little? She replied, “I came without your permission Sir.” We do need to correct this behavior don’t we I replied. No answer on the line, I knew she was frightened. I told her I was glad she told me or the consequence would be one she never forgets. I got off the phone and told her I would message her later.
All day at work, my mind raced over the thought of spanking her, hearing her moan, cry, even scream. Just to imagine her over my knee, or the bed, ohhh fuck where should I do it and how? Just the thought made my cock stir in my trousers.
After a few hours contemplating her punishment, I sent her a Text. Little one, I will be home at 6, Lay my leather belt on the bed and I expect you on your knees waiting by the door when I walk in. ~Sir
The day would not end and what seemed like years were just a few hours in my workplace. At the end of my day I gathered my things, buttoned my suit and walked to the train platform. The ride home was filled with nothing short but images that aroused me even more pulling me apart at the very fabric of my soul. My cock ready to burst through the seams of my slacks.
When I arrived home I walked up to my door, and just knew she would be on the other side, kneeling nude a willing subservient to my demand. I inserted the key and opened the door and to my right there she knelt. Such a beauty, god how much I admire her love, her admiration of me. She completes me, she is what drives me what makes me feel like the man I am today. I walked in and closed the door behind me, sad my briefcase down and walked over to her.
I stood mere inches from her and asked her why she did not control herself, why she disobeyed me? She looked up at me, her eyes pierced my soul. She looked a mess, my mess, my fucking beautiful mess. I would do anything for her, for just that look, I long for it, I need it. I asked her why she had come without my permission. Why she would directly disobey a command I had given her. I asked her do I not do anything for you, do I not take care of you and meet every one of your needs and many wants you have. She looked at me her gaze almost weak even hazy, I could see a weakness in her eyes but such strength to comply. She answered me and said that she did everything she could not to cum but after a few hours she let go and a wave of pleasure washed over her so strongly so uncontrollable, so primal she did not resist.
I should probably explain myself, for this story has a twist. This morning my little and I had breakfast in bed, we made love and kissed for what seemed like an eternity, before I had to go into to the office. But before I left I gave her a present, a Toy of delight. I handed her a wood box and in it was a 5” vibrator sleek to the touch with a 14 hour rechargeable battery which I made sure was charged before I gave her this. She smiled at me in such a naughty fashion this morning that I had to have it in her. I made her bend over my lap and I slowly moistened her sex with my spit covered fingers. Running them in her folds, caressing her, making her arch and then when I knew it was time I slowly pushed the toy into her willing sex. I could hear the moan from her lips the instant she felt the vibration. I felt the moistness grow when I removed my fingers from within her. I helped her sit up on the bed and her lips parted in delight. I told my little, to keep this present in for me all day until I arrive home, you may not remove it and you may not cum. I know you can do this, she replied with my favorite words, “yes Sir”. After our goodbyes I smiled to myself. The morning was wonderful with the thoughts of her moist sex vibrating for me only one way to stop the vibration my command, one word (CUM)to send her over the edge.
So now 11 hours later we are at a crossroads do I let her cum first or not? I decided not. I looked at her and reached down to cup her cheek in my hand, brushed my thumb over her lips, they parted. I could feel her hot and irregular breath. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, God if she only knew how much she means to me how much her longing and wanting means to me. I Helped her to her feet and then pushed her against the wall, kissing her more deeply, her nipples erect and full pressing against my shirt. Spread I commanded, and with that I cupped her dripping sex, slipping two fingers into her, she moaned. She arched and I kissed her deeper. I could feel the toy still convulsing inside of her, I pushed it deeper and deep breath she inhaled. May I cum sir she asked, NO, was my reply. She looked at me with fearful eyes; I could see she was about to break, to disobey me again.
I stepped away and told her to go to the bedroom and bend over the bed. She complied and I followed her to the door. I stood there and watched her bend over her luscious ass raised high in the air. Ohh how breathtaking this view was to me. I could see her lips swollen with need, wet and glistening with her own wetness. Fuck, how beautiful she is. I slowly walked over to her and slowly ran my fingers over her rear, over her hips and up her spine; I could see the Goosebumps forming and her fingers gripping the bed. I let my fingernails slowly scratch back down to her behind leaving very fine red lines and a moan escaped her lips. I drew my hand away and the first strike landed right on her cheek. I could feel the burn the sting, and a cry escaped her mouth.
I rubbed the tender redness for a bit then brought my palm down twice in succession, the heat so compelling to continue. She moaned with every stroke. I bent down to kiss her ass to comfort the redness that was glowing on her pale skin. Ohhh the heat I felt it on my lips I felt it as my tongue traced the outline of my assault. She arched and I ran my fingers down to her moist pussy and teased her throbbing clit. She moaned again and I continued rubbing with all my might, she arched and her legs gave way her knees buckled. She fell prone on the bed and screaming in such a shrill voice that I am certain the neighbors could hear. I did not care, what I cared about was her pleasure, but at this point she disobeyed me again. She came again without my permission after I had just punished her.
I stood there just watching her, disappointed in my little. I must teach her a lesson she will never forget, she must get discipline a correction. I picked up the belt that lay beside her. I saw the fear in her eyes and the words I’m sorry came from her immediately. I told her to get up and bend over again. She tried to complain and I told her I am only going to ask you one time, get up and bend over. She complied and bent over her legs still shaking from the orgasm that just liberated her from torture. I will strike you 10 times my little, you will count every strike, if you do not I will start again from the beginning. She looked back at me with tears in her eyes. Not tears of fear but the thought that she had disappointed me again consumed her. She hurt for she disappointed me. I longed to comfort her, to draw her up and cradle her to wipe the tears from her eyes. But I couldn’t, I mustn’t, she needs to be corrected or she will never learn.
With that I looped the belt around my wrist two times, and tightened it. Ohh I loved the feel of the belt, the leather so soft and yet so stiff. I could almost smell the fragrance of the leathery musk that I love so much. I could feel the tension in the air, a cloud so thin. I raised my hand the belt with it and brought it down in a powerful stroke that echoed with her grunt that escaped her lips. She rose of her heels, her back arched and her fingers clenching the sheets. I could see the whelp that was forming right in front of my eyes bright pink and raised. One she muttered through clenched teeth. I brought the belt down on her again this time a scream erupted and her body heaved forward, two she cried as she got back up. Trusting her bottom back up to meet the final blows. I admired her strength her eagerness to please me. Fuck I wanted her, but now was not the time.
I raised the belt again and this time I brought the belt down hard 4 times in succession, no warning, no lag, one after another. I could see her mouth part tears flowing down her face, I knew at this point she would never do this again, never go against my command again. Through sobs she cried 6, sir 6. Her Her pink bottom, like a beacon in the room, the bruising now noticeable, she would hurt for a few days this I knew. I lifted the belt again and three more lashes bit her skin, forcing gasps and grunts of pain from her lips. She cried then freely, tears falling, more so with every stroke. But she held on, the white of her knuckles showing as she gripped the sheets with all her might. She steadied herself and shouted 9.
I walked closer to her and laid the end of my belt on her exposed ass, I let it gently drag across as I pulled it away. She shivered and with that, I lifted my hand for the final blow, to my little’s ass. The belt howling as the air caught its fabric and her skin screaming bright red as the end of the belt met its mark. Then she screamed the instant the belt made contact, she sobbed then. Collapsing on the bed, she cried. I walked to the washroom and grabbed a hand towel. I turned the faucet to cold and drenched it wringing out the excess water once I was done. I brought the towel to her and laid it across her bright red bottom, using my hands to straighten it and slowly rub and smooth away the sting. She curled up next to me all the while I held her there, running one hand down her bottom and occasionally across her folds exposed to me. She then spoke to me, Sorry Sir, it will never happen again. I said I know and I held her tighter for I knew she would…..
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