We were getting high and watching TV, as we do. We had been watching Breaking Bad because she’s never seen it. After two episodes, I turned off the tv so we could relax.
She looked so cute to me, in her pajamas, that I needed to be with her. She had not been feeling sexual today. Just an asexual amorphous blob, but hopefully, she still wanted to play.
Come here, honey. I cooed to her. Oh, and bring me the hog bat. Yup, a hog bat. I didn’t know what a hog bat was until the show Pig Royalty, what a instant classic that one is!
She loves to be spanked and in her own words, “hit with all the stuff.” Who am I to deny her?
The hog bat is orange, shaped almost like a riding crop, but thicker. It makes a very satisfying sound, and she enjoys the leather against her skin so it’s great for sensation play as well.
We got it at a local store, walking down the livestock isle. We also have a wooden paddle for grilling or something that we both really enjoy.
She giggled when I asked that. A sure sign that she would be into it, I knew. She walked up to me and handed it to me, turning around without a word.
So, can I hit you?
Yeah, yeah! She cooed. Turning around and bending over before I’ve said anything else.
You slut! I tease. Not that way!
I gestured to my knee.
She straddled my right leg and bent forward into the couch.
I put on some lo-fi beats and started caressing her butt. She was wearing her pajamas, nothing special. A crop top tee and some tiny loose boy shorts made of silk or something.
With my bare hand, I started spanking her. Calm, rhythmic spanking. Slow and steady, and increasing in magnitude.
She has never had too high of a pain tolerance, and she rarely bruised. I have yet to hit her as hard as I could, but we’re working up to it.
Her body moves and shifts, tightens and relaxes as I warm her up. My handprint starts to appear as a red mark on her cheek as I continue to spank her. I start to switch up the rhythm, watching her body clench in anticipation before a strike and waiting just a beat so she relaxes first.
I lift my knee so she’s floating off the ground and she stretches her legs to touch the floor. I bunch up her boy shorts so they’re just a thong now. I give her a slight wedgie with them as I pull them taut. Her cheek is mostly red now, my spanks surprising her less as she relaxes into me. I spank sporadically, a beat, a pause, 2 quick spanks, the other cheek.
She no longer clenches before I hit her, just a slight tensing after.
I scratch her lightly, angling my fingernails so the contrast with her sore bottom is sharp. She hisses through her teeth but says nothing. A moan escapes her lips as I caress the same spot I scratched.
I begin alternating between my hand and the hog bat. Fast swats with the hog bat, up and down the back of her thighs, the soles of her feet. I brush her skin with the leather tip, and she sighs.
More time passes. Her glasses are off. I grab them, fold them so they don’t get crushed and move them out of her way. She sinks deeper and deeper. I can feel the heat coming off her onto my leg. A red-hot fire from between her legs as she gets turned on and the soft burn on the back of her cheeks when I caress her.
I feel a thrill of excitement as I notice she’s dead weight now. Her body limp as she’s given up control. She doesn’t tense before strikes and she doesn’t recoil after one. She’s soft and pliable, her weight bears down on me. She’s all mine now. Her body fought her, but she’s given up control now.
I get the thrill of being her dominant then. My senses sharpen and I pay closer attention. She can’t safe word and I have to be responsible for her here.
I stop the spanking and enjoy her submission. I caress her skin. I scratch little symbols or write notes into her skin with my fingernails. I softly grope and knead her butt and thighs. She moans and sighs as I do, silently asking for more of the spanking, but it’s not time.
But I keep my hands on her, keep that connection between us active and live, a wire ready to send a jolt through us whenever I touch her. I lower my knee to see how gone she is and her body follows.
Even on the ground, she’s too weak to put up her knees. She’s got all her weight on her pubic bone. I make a note of it. Not too long.
The scratching and caressing have done nothing but turn her on more. She absentmindedly humps my leg. I know she wants to be fingered, but I’m enjoying where she is. I press a finger to her butt, slowly pushing on it through her shorts. She starts to hump my leg more vigorously, but I decline to go further.
I start spanking again. Now that she’s relaxed, we can go hard again. I start to spank her hard. Spanking her hard and groping her. Gripping her ass tight and spreading it wide, knowing that her pussy is spreading too. I spank near the top of the cheeks, sending little waves down to her.
She’s solid and unmoving, I can feel the force of my spanks going straight through to my knee.
She moans and breathes through it. Never making a sound, her breath changes. I listen for her sounds of discomfort, but they don’t come. I spank again. It’s harder than I’ve spanked her before. She holds her breath for a second but breathes again. I continue spanking harder and, finally, there, the “Unh”, the beginning of discomfort.
I back off just a little and I stay there, at that strength, that speed. A rhythm like before, but right at her limit. These are hard spanks! I think to myself as I continue to spank her. Her butt is bright red and raw looking and I can’t help but admire it. I scratch it again, watching as the red disappears and comes back. I slow my rhythm bringing the speed and pace down to soft swats.
We stay like that a bit. Her face buried in the couch. Her entire weight on my leg. I caress her back as I grab a joint and start to smoke it. She’s not much of a cuddler. Never has been, but we’ll stay like this as long as she’s comfortable. I play with her hair and trace her back. We don’t say anything as we both just enjoy the music and relax.
When she starts to fall asleep, I shake her awake. We talk about how it did hurt her pubic bone and we’ll use the ottoman next time for her to lean on. She’s proud of how much she’s taken, and I tell her that’s it the hardest I’ve ever spanked her.
We talk about other kinks, we make out, we do some vanilla and before you know it, it’s her bedtime.
Bed, or couch? I ask.
Couch. Pee, then couch. She replies.
I grab her blanket and Axolotl ad set them on the couch. I stay up later than her. She doesn’t like to cuddle, but she does like to be near me. She likes to stay on the couch, more often when we play, so she can hear me watch tv or play on the computer or whatever. Plus, it’s nice to look over and see her smiling face throughout the night.
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