You can see the bruises on my breasts in this pic from the paddle in this story of Sunday morning. But what a wonderful morning it was.
Waking up close to him, feeling his arms around me is the most amazing thing in the world. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, his hands cupping my breasts and one of my legs in between his own. My own personal heaven.
I feel his cock against my ass and I move myself against him, his fingers find my nipples and pull hard on them. Moaning, I arch my back to bring my neck to his mouth. he bites me hard and sucks on the skin in his mouth, making me squirm and push against him harder. My eyes flutter again and I fall into somewhere between consciousness and a dream as he puts his hand around my neck again. My breath stops and I sink into his grip, only listening to his breath in my ear. I want to fall deep, to let go, but I tap on his hand.
He gets up to go to the bathroom and I lay on the bed still, now at an angle to where my head is where his body was. Feeling the heat come off of the bed and still feeling so submissive from the night before. He walks to my side of the bed and reminds me that I had told him in my sleepiness that his smacking me in intervals of 5 was not giving me the pain and the sting that I needed. So now he was going to work on me, and it would be in intervals of 10.
He tells me to roll on my back as he places his hands on either side of my hips, he tells me that he will use the paddle on me, as well as the flogger, and end with his hand. He goes to push himself up and his hand finds the o ring gag that we had intended to use the night before that is still laying on the edge of the bed. He turns it over in his hands as he tells me to spread my legs wide. I spread them, bringing my feet onto the edges of the bed.
He takes the leather strap side of the gag and brings it down perfectly hitting my clit. My eyes get big and I look at him in awe, how in the hell could he have hit that spot on? He smiles and I see that he is pleased with himself, and he tells me to spread my legs wider. I give a small whimper as he does it again, then taking it to my nipples, hitting them perfectly. I bite down hard on my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as he hits my nipples and clit perfectly with the strap.
He knows how tender my breasts are, he tells me that he’s going to smack them, and I dare not to say no, but I shake my head. And instead I feel the hard leather of the paddle rubbing on my breasts. He rubs it on each one, teasing them, and then bringing the paddle down on them hard, once each. Then setting that down, he talks to me gently between my hard breaths and closed eyes that he is going to smack them once each with his hand, and that its going to be hard. I know his hands, how perfectly large they are, and how strong they are. I face my head into the bed as much as I can as he asks if I am ready. I get out a squeak but that’s good enough for him. He smacks my right one first, not giving me too much time to think and then he hits the left.
He moves down to my pussy and teases me with the paddle, taking the handle of it and caressing my lips. I whimper again, he knows I hate that damn thing, and yet at times I want it so badly. He slaps it against my pussy lips and my clit and it makes me let out a soft sob. He instructs me to roll over onto my back and I take my time, going slowly, knowing whats coming next.
First he takes the cuffs out for my hands and he puts them on me with just enough squirm room, but not enough to be able to take my hands out. Then Love takes the flogger down me, hitting my back several times, letting it fan out, then taking it to my ass. I love the heat the flogger brings to my body, savoring the stings just as he takes it down my ass to my legs. All the way down them to my ankles. I want him to take it to my ass again, to feel it sting me there. To close my eyes and melt into the stings. But that’s not whats happening this morning. He has something else planned.
He lays the handle of the flogger gently between my ass cheeks as he grabs for the paddle. He tells me that if the leather strap on the end wasn’t at the handle of the flogger it would be perfect with the ball at the end to stick it in my ass to hold it while he paddles me. Instead he asks me if I would like to have it in my mouth because I think that he has seen me biting into the white bedsheets when the flogger really began to sting.
Placing it in my mouth, he takes the paddle to my ass. I count in my head as he smacks each side. Each side of my ass getting ten smacks and I whimper and sob and bite into the handle of the flogger as hard as I can. he hits my thighs and I give a louder sob as I remember what kind of bruises the paddle left on them last time. He either sees or feels me tense and tells me that he would switch back to the flogger but he thinks that its still in my mouth. I fling the flogger with my mouth to the side of me, and I twist my body quickly so that my bound hands grab some part of it and fling it in his direction as he laughs.
He takes the flogger to me a couple more times so that I can enjoy it and then he takes the gag again, and the leather strap hits me. It makes me grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. He then takes it down my legs, then brings up one of my feet and hits it once. I react quickly and bring my foot back down out of his grip and he smacks my ass hard, making tears fall down my face.
He tells me to keep my feet where he puts them or it will be double. He brings up my right foot and hits it with the leather strap. I don’t even count the hits in my head, I just wish for it to be over. The stinging on the bottom of my feet is new and I begin to bite into the sheets again. He quickly goes to the other foot and then lets me relax for just a moment, then brings my right one up again and takes the paddle to it. I bite harder into the sheets and sob as he takes it to both of my feet. I don’t even register the quick moment that he throws it down and takes his hands to them for the last hits on my soles. I just wish it to be over in my head.
He rises up and tells me what a good dirty little girl I am and tells me that he is going to spank me now. That I will receive ten smacks on each cheek and they will be hard, and then it will be over.
I cant tell you which cheek he smacked first, I know that he said if I moved I got ten more. And now I wonder if he really did want me to move. All that registered in my head was immaculate pain, and me thinking, no… screaming in my head for it to be over. When it was he put things away and I turned on one of my sides after he took the cuffs off of my hands.
I remember asking him if I could cuddle up to him and I remember him telling me ‘ of course baby ‘. When he laid next to me I curled into his chest with his arms around me and I cried. I actually cried when I curled into him. Letting out everything. If I would have been able to I would have curled myself into him till I went underneath his skin. It was a pure moment of intimacy and emotion and love.
To the love of my life… you are wonderful and I love you dearly. xoxo
