[Part 1]([https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7y952/clean_love_part_1_mf_ds_spanking_romance/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7y952/clean_love_part_1_mf_ds_spanking_romance/))
While she stands as if relaxed, she’s also taut as a harp string… all of her attention from her senses is focused on the sounds of my movements, the touch of the air on her naked skin as I move nearby, and the smells of her and my arousal. She’s totally alert, her attention focused completely on the moment and our bond.
I lean close to her, and plant a gentle kiss on her ear… she jumps, and shivers.
“I love you,” I whisper into her ear.
“I love you, too,” she whispers back, breathing heavy and her eyes still shut as I had commanded.
I reach around her, and place the blindfold over her eyes, fastening it behind her head with the Velcro fasteners. “Turn around,” I tell her. “Now hold out your right hand,” I direct. She complies, and I wrap a cuff around her wrist. I know that the fit is snug and comfortable, and a ring hangs from it for fastening it to another cuff, a hook, or a rope. While not a true cuff with locks and such, psychologically it’s more than enough for us.
I tell her to put her hand down, and to hold out her other hand. I repeat the process, then have her lift each leg so that I can put each of the ankle cuffs on her.
Now she’s standing before me totally nude, except for the blindfold and cuffs, like wide black bracelets on her milk white skin. This contrast, and her posture, are amazingly erotic, and I’m filled with lust for her, but what turns me on the most is that this isn’t so much an act of dominance on my part, as an act of submission on hers. She’s giving herself to me completely, to do whatever I desire. She wants this, wants me to do dirty things to her, and this game we play allows her true self to come out, the one that might otherwise not be able to admit she’s just as filthy a pervert as any man. My cock is dripping pre-cum already.
I turn her back around, facing the couch. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl,” I say. I pause for effect, then continue very slowly, “And I’m going to give you a spanking.”
She doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. But I can tell that she’s totally centered, and completely excited. I lean closer to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to spank you like you want me to spank you. I’m going to give you a bare-ass spanking with my hand, then I’m going to paddle your ass until it’s all hot and pink. And then I’m going to fuck you… I’m going to fuck you hard, until you’re screaming and begging for more.” I pause again, then ask, “Is this what you want?”
At this point, she’s almost lost the ability to speak, and she can only nod. As she nods, I feel I can almost hear her moan again as she breathes heavily.
I order her to bend over the couch, with her hips over the back of it. It’s perfect for what I have in mind. She bends over the back of the couch, and supports her weight with her hands on the cushions. Reaching from where I stand, I gently place my hand between her shoulder blades, and gently but insistently push her down. She moves her hands and arms out to her sides, and she settles her weight softly onto the cushions of the couch, her breasts and chest supporting her weight.
I walk around the front of the couch, and pull her hands straight out in front of her. Her weight settles a bit more on her breasts and chest. Her ass, the highest point of her anatomy, is bent over the crown of the sofa.
I then pull her hands out straight to either side of her, and from the briefcase, pull out two short lengths of rope. I measure out the first rope, and double it over at the midpoint. I then stick this folded-over piece of rope through the ring in the first wrist cuff, and run the other pieces through the eye. The rope is now securely fastened to the cuff, and I tie the other end to the foot of the couch, and repeat the process with the other rope and her other wrist cuff, and I stop to admire my work. Her arms are spread straight out from her, and are secured to the feet on the front of the couch. She might be able to move her hands an inch or two in either direction, but not much more: she’s securely fastened.
Next I remove two more short lengths of rope from the briefcase, and walk back around behind her. Her legs are still pretty close together, and her hips are still a little bit above the cushioned back of the couch. I connect each length of rope to each ankle cuff, just as I did with the wrist cuffs.
“Spread your legs,” I say.
Her hips move back and forth as she shifts her weight from one leg to another as she spreads her legs. Now her weight is supported on the back of the couch. But I see she can still go further.
“Wider,” I say.
She wiggles some more, and her hips sink a bit deeper into the padded back of the couch. Her feet are maybe four feet apart, and her hips are supported by the couch.
I take the end of the first rope, and pull it. Her legs spread further. I pull it a bit more, until just her toes are on the floor. I then tie that rope to the nearby foot of the couch, and then repeat the process with her other leg.
Again, I stop to admire my work, and the feeling I’m experiencing is a bit hard to describe. Perhaps it’s lust overload, or all the endorphins in my brain banging around like molecules in a vacuum… but I’m riding an emotional and physiological peak, and the thing that’s really doing it is the erotic feedback loop between us: I know how incredibly turned on she is, and the fact that she wants me to do what even I think are incredibly dirty things to her is just such a fucking turn-on. I look at her from where I stand, and this is what I see:
She’s tied tight, spread wide, waiting for her spanking. Between her wide-open legs I can see her glistening pussy, and her asshole is also totally exposed to me. In the heat of the moment, my lust cresting in lapping waves, I consider saying “fuck the plan,” getting on my knees behind her and sticking my tongue in her hot, tight anus and then fucking her up the ass (which always leads to extra special orgasms for her). I only consider it for a moment, as I know that the greatest payoff will be if I stick with the plan…and the plan tonight is for a spanking.
After these moments of reverie, which take mere moments but which feel like much longer to both of us, I move forward, and with the palm of my dominant right hand, I caress her buttocks and thighs, cupping and caressing each ass cheek. I can feel her shiver slightly as I rub her, and as I brush her pussy lightly with the edge of my forefinger as I move from cheek to cheek. She loves being vulnerable like this, and I know that in her mind’s eye she’s envisioning how she must look, in all of her whorish glory.
I continue to rub her magnificent round behind, and know exactly what to do to turn her on even more. Struggling a bit to keep my voice low and even, I say, “What do you want me to do?”
Silence, but her ass wiggles a bit under my touches. “Maybe… you want me to spank you?” I say.
Silence. It’s what she wants… but it’s always been desperately hard for her to ask for it. And part of the dirty fun is to make her beg for it.
I say her name. “Ask me to spank you,” I say. “Is that what you want? Tell me.” I hear a very faint whisper.
“I can’t hear you,” I say in a firm voice. “Tell me again.”
“…spank me.”
“Louder. I still can’t hear you.”
“Spank me.”
I wait in silence.
Finally: “Please spank me.” She says my name. “Please!”
“Why?” I ask. “Have you been a nasty girl?”
“Yes, oh GOD yes, please spank me!”
Her composure is cracking. I’ve started caressing her ass again, and she’s wide open to me, vulnerable.
“How hard should I spank you?” I ask.
“Until my ass is pink and warm,” she says.
That’s what I’ve been waiting for. Or perhaps the neurons in the animal part of my brain finally gave one last surge of power then all burnt out at once. At this point I’m pretty certain there’s a wet spot in my jeans from all the pre-cum that’s coming out. Regardless, suddenly the moment hasn’t just arrived, but my hand is flashing out with a mind of it’s own, and from mid-caress I suddenly spank one cheek with the palm of my hand.
Her whole body shudders, and after this single smack I start caressing her ass again, the spot where I had spanked her hot and red.
“You’re a bad girl, and I’m going to spank you,” I say.
She’s moaning beneath me.
I spank her again once, on the opposite cheek. I notice that her pussy is almost dripping with juices, and I can actually see beads of wetness on her now very visible and parted pussy lips. I return to caresses, but as I do so I begin to increase the frequency of the spanks. Soon, it’s mostly spanks with my hand, instead of caresses, and she’s moaning softly. I’m not spanking her so hard that it’s very painful, but enough to get her ass warm and pink. Her endorphins are raging, and her butt is wiggling as I steadily apply the flat of my hand to her ass cheeks and thighs.
Suddenly, I stop.
“That’s it for the warm-up.” I pause. “Now it’s time for the real spanking,” I say, and I hear her sharp intake of breath. We’re still new at this, and she’s not quite sure what to expect. I walk to the briefcase, and get out the slapper. A slapper is like a leather strap, but it has an extra light piece of leather on the back, that “slaps” the main piece when you use it. The result isn’t so much painful as it is loud, the effect I want. Sex is in the brain, and the sound of the slapper when she’s blindfolded is overwhelming to her.
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