I take a breath through my nose and let My nostrils and mind fill with the glorious scent that is your womanhood. Ahhhh. It recharges My resolve to give you what I desire: What you, yourself, desire – Discipline and purpose. And Love.
With each consecutive spank to your bottom, I feel more and more of your juices flow from your vaginal orifice and run down my thigh, forming a puddle on the floor beneath us. This punishment continues, as it always does, as it must, until its inevitable conclusion.
So, I continue spanking your, now reddened, bare bottom. After each stinging strike I give you a little reprieve by rubbing your buttocks with My soft hands. (The reason My hands are so soft is because, every night, before bedtime, I give you a nice, lotioned, full-body massage. I do this, of course, because it makes our bodies slide so slickly into each other as we make love. And the extra lubrication never hurts for those nights that I crave your tight, oh-so hot, puckered, pink anus!) Each slap gets progressively harder and shorter so it stings, just a little bit more. They also come farther and farther apart. I give you more time to concentrate on the pain/pleasure that you're receiving. But the rubbing of your buttocks becomes harder and rougher, which makes it even more painful. Eventually, it reaches the point where you don't know which is worse: The painful spanking or the constant pressure that My fingers are putting on your assaulted flesh!
you squirm. I laugh, outwardly, which causes you to shudder in mock fear.
*SLAP!* I land another one on your now crimson buttocks. I take a finger and rub it lightly across your vaginal labia. With that same hand, now dripping with your own wetness, I slap your bottom again. The wetness makes the sound even more pronounced and you jump! Startled, you try to escape. But you know that I will not let you up until you've achieved your goal so you calm back down when you feel My hands grip you tighter. The safety of My strong hands and big lap makes you feel so warm, so loved.
Just then, I rub My hand across your sensitive clitoris much harder than before. I do it again and again and, each time I do it, it feels like a million volts of electricity are coursing through your nervous system. I know this because your whole body spasms each time I assault it!
Ohhhh, my dear, little girl... your body seems so fragile when it's curled up on My lap like this. I love it when you somehow manage to end-up curled in my lap from the stretched-out position you had originally assumed. I don't like cats (being allergic) but, if I did, I would want one to sleep in My lap, exactly like you're doing.
