My Turn
By Julnick
She stood up gingerly, allowing me to rise, then she took my
place on the couch, wincing as her bottom touched the cushions.
My heart was pounding hard now. I wasn't usually the one getting
spanked for one thing. And I just didn't know how to think, what
to think, about being spanked by a woman, both of us naked.
Slowly I took off my T-shirt, trying to act non-chalant. I kicked
off my sandals, unbuttoned my shorts, letting them drop to the
floor and stepping out of them. I felt her gaze on me, sending
icy shivers through my stomach, and up my back. Standing in my
bra and panties, I paused, struggling with indecision, I felt the
fear growing each second I waited, I began to panic, afraid I
couldn't do it, feeling trapped, terrified.
I didn't realize she had risen from the couch, but she was in
front of me, drawing me into an embrace. Her bare skin felt warm
against mine, as her body pressed up against me. She held me
close to her for several long moments, then I felt her hands
moving to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it. Slowly she drew it
off my shoulders dropping it to the side. My mouth was dry, my
heart hammering in my throat. She hugged me again, her breasts
brushing against mine, pressing against them. For a moment I was
so caught up in the strange new feeling, that I didn't realize
what she was doing. Her fingers had slid into my panties and were
slowly easing them over my hips, she knelt slowly, letting her
body brush down mine as she slid my panties down my thighs, to my
ankles. Trembling, on the verge of tears, I stepped out of them.
She stood again, holding me close to her our bodies pressed
close. At first I tried to pull away, tried not to touch parts of
her that I had always felt were so private. But she moved closer,
keeping her body and mine touching in as many places as possible.
Slowly I began to relax.
She slid her hand down to my wrist, holding it gently as she
backed towards the couch, and lowered herself onto it once more.
Again my heart began to pound uncontrollably as the impending
spanking forced itself to the forefront of my mind. Slowly I bent
forward, putting my hands on the couch, then lowered my body onto
her naked thighs. Her skin was warm and soft on my stomach. As
she put her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her, I
could feel her coarse hair tickling my side. Without warning, her
hand descended on my bottom with a loud SMACK. I jumped. The pain
wasn't as bad as I expected however, and I recovered quickly from
the surprise. SMACK again, in the same spot. I flinched. That one
hurt. SMACK a third spank to the same battered spot on my bottom
illicited a yelp from my throat, and I tried to twist my bottom
to protect that vulnerable, stinging patch of skin. SMACK new
territory, she'd moved just above the last area. SMACK SMACK both
again in that same new spot. "OW!" I was almost angry,
this wasn't how it was supposed to work. You were supposed to get
spanked all over... SMACK "OW!" She'd gone back to the
first, already well spanked spot. SMACK then to the second spot.
SMACK SMACK SMACK all to a third spot just above the second,
right in the middle of my bottom. Ohhh those hurt. SMACK SMACK a
fourth, a fifth. I whimpered and whined, wriggling about. Then
she went back and revisited the other areas, which had begun to
recover ever so slightly. Then she started on the other cheek,
repeating the pattern, and going back over the old areas
frequently, keeping the fires well stoked.
By the time she had gotten to the end of the pattern for the
second time, my entire bottom was ablaze and I was whimpering and
squirming, mewling pathetically. I pulled my hands in under my
chest and pressed my face into the pillows. Ohhh, my bottom. I
couldn't stand to think there might be more, I was so close to
dissolving into sobs, I knew I couldn't take much more without
regressing to bawling like a child. Nothing happened for several
seconds. I kept waiting for her hand to come down on my aching
bottom, the anticipation alone was nearly pushing me over the
edge. Then I felt her touch and I jumped, gasping and sobbing.
She gently stroked my burning bottom. As I realized that her
touch was soothing not searing, the relief, the fear, the
exhaustion from holding back the tears overwhelmed me, and I
began to cry, sobbing, deep, choking sobs. She just kept rubbing
my poor bottom, speaking softly in my ear. I didn't hear her
words, but I felt the comfort in her tone, and slowly the sobs
receded, and the tears slowed. Her hand felt so good, so soft, so
gentle. Her fingers moved down between my thighs, without
thinking, I arched my back, raising my hips, exposing myself to
her exploring hand. Gently, her fingertips stroked my throbbing
clit. I inhaled, my breath coming in ragged shuddering gasps as
her fingers moved over me, finding just the right spots, playing
expertly over my clit, slipping just inside my opening. I was
nearly crying, begging, on the edge of madness as her fingers
mercilessly pushed me further into the blinding ecstasy, keeping
me just at the brink of orgasm until I thought I would die of
pleasure and unrequited desire. Then she slid two fingers deep
inside me, stroking slowly, her thumb playing on my clit. I felt
the shudders, the waves of tingling pleasure beginning deep
inside of me rippling through my body. I moaned, pushing myself
harder onto her fingers. She stroked faster and faster, and I
felt the waves gain intensity until explosion, the tingling
ecstacy filling my mind, blinding me with its brightness. I
screamed, crying, helpless, being carried on wave after wave of
sensation. Her fingers slowed, moving in and out of me, slowly,
deliberately, until I was totally spent. Then she stopped, her
fingers deep inside me, I felt my muscles twitching as I lay,
totally exhausted over her soft thighs. Gradually, she withdrew
her hand, and laid her palm on my still throbbing bottom.
"How was it?"
I sighed heavily, and said the only thing that came to mind.
"Mmmmm."
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Julnick