Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Getting spanked. Fantasy vs reality

Hi Folks. Welcome to Wipitup Wednesday. As mentioned last week Yellow will be choosing today's excerpt. I suggested the Truth or Dare scene because it's funny and cute. Yellow wouldn't go for that though, oh no, Yellow insists on giving you Crystal's first spanking scene. I hope you enjoy. 


“Hush,” he said, putting a finger to her lips. “Let your desires lead. I promise you’ll like where it takes you.” He began walking with her, securing his grip on her bottom with both hands.

“Wait. Where are you—”


“To the sofa, where you’ll be comfortable across my lap.”


She shook her head. “Please, I really don’t want this to happen.”


“Yes, sweetlips, you do and we both know it. You gave in when you consented to my kiss, your mouth and hands as eager as mine. Not to mention your nipples are rock hard right now, and I can feel the heat of your pussy against my fingers.”


True. She couldn’t be more turned on, but it scared her to cross that line. What if reality didn’t measure up to her fantasies? Or worse yet, what if it did? “I can’t,” she said, squirming as he turned on the lights in the living room, dimming them low.


“Crystal, listen to me.” He held her firm, despite her attempts to wiggle free. “Your body is begging to submit but your mind is scared shitless because once you do, you can’t go back. Am I right?” He put a finger under her chin, refusing her protest and made her look at him.


“Yes,” she whispered, trying to look down.


“Let me explain how this is going to work. I want you to trust me and give me control of your body, just for a little while. There’s only three words I want you to think about. Red, yellow and green.” He sat down on the sofa, keeping her in his lap, one hand wrapped around the small of her back. “Those are the only three words I want to hear from you until we're done. Red means stop. If you say it, everything stops and you go to bed. Yellow means caution and will tell me that what I’m doing is becoming too much for you to handle. Green of course means go and that you're good with what’s going on. Do you understand?”


She liked the way the warm light shone down on the expanse of his chest, making the light smattering of dark chest hair trailing down his sternum look soft and inviting. She put her fingers through it, nodding her head.
He cupped her chin, a half smile on his lips as he cocked his head just slightly. “How do you wish to proceed, Miss Harmon, red or green?”


Good god, his eyes couldn’t be any more penetrating. He’d called her a lot of things this evening, but Miss Harmon had not been one of them and the way he said it, like a college professor to a student, firm and authoritative, sent an odd tingle down her spine.
“Green,” she said, softly, unable to look away from his eyes even though his hand no longer held her chin.


A wolfish smile spanned his lips. “Very good. Now stand up and remove your shorts and panties.”
“What?” she blurted, her eyes widening.


“Uh-uh-uh.” He shook his finger at her. “You agreed to trust me and give me control. Which means, no questions. Red, yellow or green. Got it?” He raised a questioning brow, his hands slipping free of her hips.


“Yes,” she said, sliding from his lap. Her cheeks flushed as she slipped down her shorts and panties together, leaving them pooled around her bare feet, her hands clasped together in front of her coppery curls. Most girls shaved today, but her sensitive skin couldn’t put up with the razor, the only thing that did work was getting waxed. She loved how smooth and silky it left her there, but truth be told, it was one of the most unpleasant things she’d ever paid money for.


“Good girl. Now put your hands at your sides.”


Hesitantly, she put her hands at her sides, looking for the reaction on his face. Funny thing, he didn’t look, at least not directly. His smoky gray eyes stayed locked on hers, his expression unchanging.
“What color do you feel right now, Miss Harman?”


Christ, that new authoritative tone in his voice and the way he addressed her so formally sent tingles straight to her pussy. The continual eye contact was beginning to make her nervous. The lustful look he had earlier was no longer there, instead she saw firmness and determination, looking at her like a parent would a child when they were in trouble.


“Crystal?”


“Yes, sorry,” she peeped, embarrassed that she took too long to answer. “In between green and yellow.”


“Come,” he said, holding out a large hand to her. “Let’s get you back to green before we begin.”


With a shy smile she took his hand, expecting to sit in his lap, but instead he guided her to lie over it. It felt strange. She was a grown adult, prostrating herself over his lap for a spanking like a child. Doubts started to creep into her mind. Like a child. Does that mean I want to be treated like one? Is this how it starts? Will I be calling him Daddy before the weekend ends? Maybe a year from now, I’ll be the one throwing a tantrum at dinner?
“Donaven?” Her voice was shaky as she craned her head around so she could see him. He looked at her, shaking his head.


“Push them away, Crystal,” he said, softly putting a hand on her bottom, making her flinch. “You’re going through your list of doubts and trying to talk yourself out of doing this.” His warm hand caressing her cheeks sent a fiery response to her sex as she clenched, especially when he trailed a lone finger along the crease of her upper thighs and cheeks. “There is nothing wrong with you for wanting this. In fact, it’s a very normal and natural need in most women. It dates all the way back to biblical times and back then, it was simply customary. All women were submissive to their men.”


“But I keep thinking of myself as childish for wanting to be over your lap like this. I don’t want to end up being the next one to throw a temper tantrum at your dinner table,” she huffed.

 
He tried to stop it by putting a hand to his mouth, but couldn’t and laughed, heartily, which made her suddenly feel stupid. Say it. Say it now, just do it, say Red and it all stops. She just started to open her mouth when he interrupted her.


“Crystal… honey!” he said, putting a warm hand on her back, rubbing gently. “Wanting to embrace your submissive side does not make you a child. This isn't age play. Getting a spanking is not going to suddenly pull out your inner child, but it will show you how beautiful and satisfying it can be to let out your inner submissive.”


The long lazy strokes he made with his fingers up and down her back were helping her to relax, and what he’d said did seem to make sense. She wasn’t across his strong muscular thighs as some little girl, getting spanked by her daddy, she was a grown sensual woman who wanted his control, his dominance and his hands all over her body. The hand on her ass, stroked and rubbed in soft circles. She mewled softly, expressing her enjoyment of what he was doing.

 
“Are we back to green, Miss Harman?”


“Green,” she said lazily, resting her head on her hands.


“Very good. We are going to move forward now. You’re getting spanked for three infractions. Two of them are for disobeying when you agreed the only words out of your mouth would be colors. The other is for daring me to put up that silly status message on facebook.”


“But that’s not fair, I didn’t…”


Smack!


His big hand came down hard and unexpectedly. “Hey!” she cried, feeling the prickly sensation spreading through her cheek.


“I’m sorry, Miss Harman, but we’re done talking now. Unless I hear the word red or yellow, everything else that comes out of your mouth is falling on deaf ears.”


Another stinging swat fell, landing heavy on her other cheek. Oh shit, that really smarts, doesn’t it? Then two more fell quickly, landing in the same spot, making her suck in her breath. Christ, what had ever made her want this? “Ow,” she cried, as another two landed swiftly on the other cheek. “Ow!”
His hand lay still on her prickly mounds and she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over and she’d survived the ordeal.

 
“Still green, Miss Harman?”


“Yes, sir,” she panted. Oh shit, where’d that come from? It had to be the college professor voice. After all, her professor’s did call her Miss Harman, and she almost always called them sir.


“Mmmm,” he hummed. “I like hearing that from those pretty little lips.” His voice rich and seductive as he trailed a finger lightly down the crack of her ass, sending a jolt of excitement to her clit and suddenly she became aware of how wet she’d become. The air felt cool, drifting past her moist lips. She moaned as his finger kept going, trailing ever so lightly over her damp curls. Shamelessly, she tried to push back into them, seeking penetration and felt his cock lurch against her hip. Oh my… large, very large. How could she not have noticed something that size growing against her hip? She didn’t have time to think about it as another blow landed, creating a sharp sting to an already heated area. “Behave,” he said pointedly,  rubbing the area he’d just slapped.


“Yes, sir,” she said meekly, and this time on purpose, hoping to appease his heavy hand in exchange for more petting from his fingers.


“You took those very well,” he said, his fingers inching along the crease of her asscheek.


Yes, lower. Please go lower. She cooed softly as he did just that. With one finger, he collected the wetness along her slit, slipping his finger between her lips. “Yesss,” she whispered when he found her clit, exploring the swollen tissue, finding her most sensitive spots while she moaned. She wanted so badly to push herself back. But if she did, he would stop and spank her again.


“It appears to me, Miss Harman, that you liked those first swats very much.” He said, his finger sneaking down to her entrance, circling it slowly, teasing her.


“Yes, very much,” she sputtered, her breath heavy. Please put it in… please… now.


“Very good. I think we’ll see what a few more do to you.” And just like that his finger was gone. She braced herself for his hand, but it didn’t come. “Mmmm. I knew that sweet little pussy would taste every bit as good as your luscious pink lips.”


Had he just –she looked over her shoulder—tasted her? Realizing he had by the grin on his face and the sheen of her wetness on his lips, she quickly turned away, putting her head in her hands. He chuckled and her face felt as warm as her bottom, at least for a moment, because a second later, his hand came down on her rear making the former warm prickles turn into a full blown forest fire.


“Ahh… ohhh… Ow!” She thought he was heavy handed before? “Ow… please… OW!” She couldn’t take it anymore and reached back to put out the flames.


A low grumble came from his chest as he pinned her wayward hand to the small of her back. “No kicking, or I’ll pin your legs too,” he said, delivering two more low on one cheek, catching part of her thigh as well. Another two followed to her other cheek in the same spot.


Her body flushed. She felt almost feverish as she held her breath, bit her lip, and clenched her fists as four more landed. Her legs trembled, anticipating the next, but instead, his fingers softly stroked the back of her thighs.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she let her head relax on the cushion, damp locks of hair clinging to her face, her ass throbbing while rippling waves of heat continued to spread. He released her wrist and instantly her hand swept to her blazing globes, trying to ease the burn. Fantasizing about getting spanked, and actually getting spanked were definitely not the same. Not by a long shot. It hurt! Strangely though, her pussy couldn’t be more pleased. The wetness of her arousal had seeped past her lips, tickling her as it wove through her curls, her pussy aching desperately for penetration and her clit pulsed steadily with a needy call to be touched.


“Still green, Miss Harman?” he asked, gently pushing her hand away so that he could soothe the burn himself.


“Yellow,” she panted. “That really hurt. I’m not so sure I like the idea of being spanked anymore.”


“No? Well, let’s see if we can’t change your mind about that.” While one hand remained on her cheeks, smoothing and rubbing softly, the fingers of his other made their way to her aching pussy. Using two fingers, he trapped her clit, smearing the silky wetness up and down in short strokes along each side of it. A loud moan passed her lips as she spread her legs, giving him better access.


“Seems to me, that your pussy likes you getting spanked very much. You’re soaked.” As if wanting further proof, he pulled her cheeks apart, making her gasp and stiffen from both the cool rush of air that met with her inflamed pussy and the fact he had a perfect view of her butthole. “Mmmm, yes. Very wet. Your curls are glistening and your juices are starting to pool, leaving a wet spot on my shorts.” He continued to hold one cheek open while his fingers snaked through her curls, gliding slowly over the top of her clit, eliciting a husky groan from her.


“Please don’t stop,” she breathed, fighting the urge to lunge back against his fingers once again.


“Shhh. We go at my pace. I am the one in control.”


As he said the word control, two fingers entered her, steadily pushing their way into her swollen wet tissues. “Yes,” she hissed softly, clamping down on them, not wanting him to pull them out.  He moaned approvingly and she felt his cock lurch against her hip. An image flashed through her mind of him making her stand with her hands on the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide, holding her hips while he sunk his cock into her the way his fingers were doing now. He built her up slowly, too slowly for her liking as she tried to stay still. The slow push and pull of his thick fingers felt amazing as he explored her, his fingertips probing for her g-spot, but she wanted more, needed more.


Expressing her need with breathy pants and husky moans, she flared her hips, unable to remain still. He responded by increasing the rhythm, adding a finger to her clit so that each thrust he made also stroked her clit. Yes, this was more like it. She purred her pleasure softly as her wonton hips found a mind of their own, pumping steadily in time with his penetration. The noises coming from her throat and mouth grew ever louder as she climbed toward orgasm, calling out an occasional ‘oh fuck’, ‘oh god’ or ‘more, yes more’.


Her lips and mouth went dry from the heavy panting. Her toes curled and her muscles began to tighten. Yes… almost there, just a few more strokes and…


He stopped, withdrawing the finger from her clit while holding the two inside her very still. She let out a forlorn cry of protest, trying to keep the stimulation going by grinding against his thigh. 


“Not yet, Miss Harman,” he said, stilling her hips with a hand on her ass. “I want you to ask nicely for what you want.”

“Please make me come,” she spluttered, craning her neck over her shoulder. “Please Donav… D. I’m going crazy. I need to come.” She’d never been stopped so close to orgasm before and it was hard to think of anything but completing the task and if he didn’t give it to her soon she wasn’t afraid to reach between her thighs and finish herself off, sprawled across his lap or not. Yet she knew if she tried, he would undoubtedly stop her.

 
“I did not ask you to beg, my dear. A simple, please, sir, may I come, will do just fine.”


“Please, sir, may I come?” she pleaded, clenching his fingers as tight as she could. It seemed every time she did that, his cock responded in like by nudging her hip.

 
“Yes, good girl. You may come this time.” He smiled at her as his fingers went back into motion, pressing firmly on her g-spot each time his fingertips swept past it and within minutes she was soaring again, reaching into the clouds for that glorious silver lining.


Sudden and unexpected, she screeched. He’d pressed his thumb directly on her tight bottom ring. “Hush now,” he said soothingly, rubbing her wetness all around her tight puckered hole. “You’ll like this. I promise not to go in.”


After accepting the sensation she found she did like it. Very much, but it embarrassed her that he would touch her there.


His fingers began to make shorter, faster,  more determined strokes while his thumb stayed still, applying pressure just shy of penetration. The fingers inside her felt like a mini jackhammer on her g-spot causing it to swell rapidly. Oh fuck, he was going to make her squirt and there was nothing she could do about it. His other hand came into play, pinching and rolling her engorged clit. Within seconds she flew apart into millions of blissful little particles, calling out her pleasure in gasps and moans as each powerful wave of ecstasy washed over her, making her body contort, twist and jerk. The wet suction sounds coming from between her thighs confirmed that her juices were squirting past his fingers, but she didn’t care. This was the best orgasm she’d ever had and she was going to savor every last moment of it. As if she had a choice.


I hope you all enjoyed Crystal's first spanking. I'm still thinking about sharing the truth or dare scene that I planned on originally.

People don't want cute and funny, Mel. They want the hot sex scenes. 

How about we let the readers chose then. Who would you like to pick out next weeks scene? Me or Yellow? 

Thank you all for visiting. Want more hot-n-sexy scenes? Check out some of the other participating authors sharing on #wipitup this week.

12 comments:

  1. Despite what Crystal thought, that WAS a fantasy spanking! Oh, if only they were all like that... Loved it!

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    1. Thanks so much, Sophie. I'm glad you enjoyed it ☺

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  2. Strangely though, her pussy couldn’t be more pleased.LOVE THAT LINE! And it certainly should be - what a spanking!! And Crystal got through it like a pro - just a little 'yellow' at the end... and a 'Please Sir may I cum?' Delicious. I like yellow. Tell yellow to pick more naughty excerpts pretty please... the naughtier the better ;) (You know me...!)

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    1. Thank you, Christina. Somehow I just knew you'd want more naughtiness. ;-) However I really must say, the ponygirl carousel was lip licking HOT!

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  3. That was a very hot excerpt! I read it twice :) I vote for yellow to pick the next excerpt too!

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    1. Dang, that's two votes for more naughtiness. Yellow is beaming over here. Thank you, Kelly.

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  4. So I loved what Yellow picked out, but I do so wanna read the Truth or Dare next week :D

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    1. Yeah one vote for the truth or dare scene. Sadly it seems your out numbered though, Joelle. :( BUT... I really must thank you because Yellow and I had a bet going. Yellow said NO ONE would want to see the truth or dare scene.
      Ha-ha, Yellow Joelle's in my corner!

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  5. I came back to check if my comment was here and it isn't - it's been one of those days. I noticed on another blog my comment didn't appea r- so let me try again - WOW!!!!!!!!!!! Fabulous. I loved this snippet - it was...captivating.

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    1. I think there were some issues with the servers yesterday, Daryl it wasn't just you. Thank for the fabulous comment. ☺

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  6. Oooh - what a luscious, sexy scene, Ms. Melody! I thoroughly enjoyed everything about Crystal's first spanking - please remember to thank Yellow for me! :)

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    1. Thank you Shelly. Yellow is gloating to the high heavens that everyone loved this excerpt. I'm pouting because I was hoping to share a cute and funny snippet next week, but everyone wants naughty stuff. ~sighs~

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