The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis-woman and you. In this scene neither your gender or your sex are relevant or discussed.
I want you to imagine this:
We are on my bed kissing, your hands under my shirt running against my soft skin. I melt into your palms and our bodies begin moving together along to the rhythm of our shared breath. My fingers are in your hair, running along your face, your neck, your arms. You pull back to look at me and smile as you watch me lean in looking for more. I feel your hand close around my chin and I open my eyes to see you with a devious grin on your gorgeous face. You grip my chin hard and say ‘turn over for me’. I happily roll over and you move above me. You slide my shorts down and I hear you groan at the sight of my plump ass. I feel you quickly sink your teeth into my skin, followed by kisses. “Have you been a bad girl?” you ask me.
“Yes, I have” you hear me say into the pillow, “punish me, please”. Instantly, I feel a sharp clap against my skin. I gasp at the shock of delight. You smack me three more times on the same cheek causing it to get bright red, you are sure to cover the raw skin in kisses. You lean down close to my ear and murmur “do I need to use my belt on you?”
“YES” you hear me enthusiastically respond. I shiver at the sound of your belt unbuckling and being pulled off of your body. You wrap the belt around your hand and raise it above your head, you watch my ass quiver in anticipation as you bring it down across my skin with a sharp snap. I yell into my pillow a mixture of pleasure and pain, “more” I pray. The belt makes contact with me a second time, again, my shouts fill your ears. I beg for more punishment, “mark me, please”. I feel the belt against the back of my thighs, against the fat of my ass, each smack has me asking for more.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?” You hiss in my ear.
“I haven’t, punish me.” As I speak your hands are wrapping themselves in my hair, you yank back hard. I am so vulnerable for you; my back arched, with my head held back, my ass facing you, my lips begging you for more. I feel your free fingers run the length of my wet labia and I shiver, your tongue lightly touches my mouth, encouraging my mouth to open for you. You spread me wide and shove three fingers deep and roughly inside of me causing me to scream in delight, pleading into your mouth for more. Will you appease me?