Kinky

I was tied – face down over the edge of the bed – tied down with a combination of cuffs and rope – my hair had fallen over my face like a blindfold keeping me from seeing what he was doing next.
 
I heard the zipper on his backpack, then the sounds as he looked for something followed by the feeling as things landed next to me on the bed.
 
When the shuffling sounds stopped, I felt his hands on my hips as he slid inside me – fucking me hard into the bed. The sound of skin slapping together with each thrust and my moans filled the room as he held my hips at the angle he wanted. And me, having little choice but to stay balanced in the place he had tied me. Then he suddenly pulled out leaving me feeling empty.
 
“Do you know what this is?” he asked as I felt something brush against my ass.

“A paddle?” I guessed.
 
He confirmed my answer with a firm smack to my ass. As he caressed the spot he just struck, he asked if I liked it.
 
My response was met with another smack and more stroking.
 
As the stinging sensation began fading, he withdrew contact from me. I braced myself for another stroke of that paddle, but instead was given his cock again as he began slowly fucking me.
 
After he repeated the cycle of fucking, swats, caresses and fucking again, he withdrew and stroked my stinging ass.
 
“What do you want me to do?”
 
I could barely think, let alone answer. He gave me another stroke with the paddle, then asked if I wanted another one.

“Yes”. 

Another two I was given. Then I felt him kissing the spots where his paddle had struck my skin. As his lips tended to my skin, I felt his fingers slide to my clit. I hadn’t realized until then how wet I had become.  He withdrew from me again, then struck me two more times, in quick succession.
 
“What do you want now?”
 
“Fuck me.”
 
Instead of taking his place behind me as before, I felt his hands in my hair as he gathered it together and tied it back with a stray end of rope he had used to tie me to the bed.  He pulled it taut so that my head was pulled back as though he was pulling my hair.  Then he climbed in front of me and fed me his cock. As I sucked and licked, he began thrusting in and out of my mouth slowly sliding it deeper and deeper each time.  And with each deeper thrust, his pace began to quicken until he was fucking my mouth in earnest. I could feel his body stiffen as he got close to cumming – then he stopped as his orgasm overtook him – my lips wrapped around his cock, drinking all he had to give me – sucking and licking him clean.
 
After I was released and we were curled up together on the bed – his hand rested on my ass still hot from his paddle – he checked in with me to make sure everything we had just done was okay. All was good.
 
“Did you like my paddle?”
“I did.”
I knew you did!”
“Why do you say that?”
“You would get wetter each time I gave you a swat. Why did you like it so much?”
“I don’t know. I just did.”
“Oh, I know why you liked it,” and I looked up at him waiting to hear how he finished this statement, “Because you’re kinky – that’s why.”

Can’t argue with that!

4 Comments Add yours

  1. John and Ann says:

    Great story, but I need to be careful about reading your entries right before I have to go teach! Now I have the remember the refrain from X’s “I must not think bad thoughts” over and over again to drive the dominant images of Emmy tied down face down over the edge of the bed out of my mind (for now at least).

    Have a great day!

    John

  2. Aurore says:

    Nothing wrong with being a kinky masochistic girl 😉 Sounds like a really good time.

  3. Ms Scarlett says:

    *fanning self*

    Now *that* sounded like fun.

  4. 13messages says:

    I really should be in bed right now. Reading this post has me motivated to do something first though. You’re wonderful and I’m glad that you share your kinky ways here.

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