She remembers
I had just told him my fantasies, and it was our first time playing with them. His finger slid slowly up and down the slit of my cunt, gliding over the glistening shean my body exuded, tacitly accusing. `It's not my fault! I wanted to say. `It's not my fault!' His look is disapproving. Stern. "You are a bad girl, my Love. A very bad girl" he says. "You are wet." There will be punishment. Of course. Rising from his knees he took me by the hand and sat on the futon, pulling me around and laying me over his knee as for a spanking. But he did not spank me. Again he handled me, stroked me, relaxed me, aroused me, teased me. He moved my body, spreading my knees and raising my arms over my head, opening my body in all the ways a woman is supposed to keep private. Only when I am panting with desire does he check again for wetness. A slow, terrible test. I know I am failing it even as he fondles my sex, his fingers filthy with me. "Yes, a very bad girl." The stroking is terrible. Knees wide, vulnerable. Soft, light strokes, a teasing, orgasm producing stroke. "Your cunt is wet." I felt my shame that day. The first time I ever really felt it. I felt my shame with every stroke of my sex, and with every slap of his hand. Not a hard slap. But it didn't have to be. It was on my sex that he spanked me. "Stay still for it, my Love." And he would take his hand off my sex. I learned that it would strike in moments, but I was paralyzed. I could only lay over his knee and accept the humiliation. Smack! His hand tapped me and the soaking wet lips of my sex made a loud slapping sound despite the gentleness of the spanking. "You are a bad girl. Your cunt is wet. You are a very bad girl." He stroked me, expertly teasing my swollen clit, yet knowing when to go lower, preventing the orgasm. He spanked my cunt and slid up and down on it, reminding me of my shame. I knew I shouldn't moan. If I was pleasured it would surely be proof that I was bad. But I could not withhold. "Ohh." His fingers teased. A quick slap elicited a gasp then another moan as I settled back down over his knees. "You little slut, enjoying your punishment." he said with just the right touch of derision. Yes, I felt my shame. And my orgasm was near. |
