The firmness of her round ass caresses my rough hand as I painstakingly slowly slide it up her thigh and beneath her panties. The heat from her idling internal combustion engine is apparent and warms my hand as I gently feel her soft smooth skin. Her warmth is sweeter, because I fully appreciate and understand her deep-seated yearnings to feel a firm knowing hand spank and worship her bottom. She always acknowledged these yearnings as far back as she can remember and she knows these dark needs reside deep within the spirit of her carnal inner animal, in that space reserved for it since her earliest memories. And she knows that unless that space is filled with the pain, ecstasy and the moments of surrender she lives for, the vacuum that remains gives rise to an overall internal driving imbalance.
"You have been doing bad things, little girl, and I am doing this to help you behave, young lady." I say to her as I look at the clock. It is twelve o'clock noon.
She sighs.
Lying face down and blindfolded over my naked lap with her short dress pulled up, she is at an anxious peace, knowing that I am about to fill her needy carnal void. There is anxious delight because she knows her empty kink cup will be soon filled to overflowing and she has been unable not to compulsively obsess upon this since I instructed her to meet me. I sense her knee tremble and hear her growing breath. My hand stops feeling and gently, slowly squeezes the perfectly apple-shaped ass.
I roll her away from me a bit, unfold my knife and pull her panties away from her near hip, slide the blade under and cut the small strip of material. I roll her back, pull her panties away from her far hip, slide the blade under and cut the small strip of material, then forcefully snatch the remnants of her former panties out from under her through her rump's cleavage and toss them away.
Almost immediately her skin becomes a sea of chicken skin, goose bumps, a generous even smattering of fleshy pinheads. Her revealed flawless alabaster white ass is perfectly and triangularly framed in tan lives surrounded by a dark, smooth dark even beautiful tan. The contrast of her tan and white coloration evokes faded memories from my childhood of a bitten Orange Cream Sickle ice cream treat and I sense my mouth begin to water.
I place the flat of the blade against the white chicken skin to let her feel the cold. I slowly scrape the sharp edge across her skin from the center of that pure whiteness down to her mid-thigh, like the slow motion manner one strops an old time straight edged razor. Her legs tremble as I folded the knife and put it away. I wedge my hands between her legs and spread them wide apart. I perceive an audible gasp. Her inner thighs feel like warm velvet as I stroke them alternately, slowly and admiringly with one hand and firmly hold her ass with the other.
"Your ass is absolutely beautiful," I tell her.
This dream-worthy tush is an awesome work of perfect art that even Michelangelo could never paint or sculpt nearly as beautifully. She sighs as I squeeze it and she gently and almost imperceptibly arches her back. I keep her half apple in my grip as I feel the energy flowing both ways between our bodies and minds via the connection between her rear and my hand. I sense an immediate boost, as if I were being injected with some powerful narcotic, and I realize that my universe was rapidly shrinking, contracting until my entire focus, the only worthwhile matter of my present being was the expanding presence of this grown woman's flawless ass.
"Take off that dress, now, young lady." I calmly instruct her and she pulls it off over her head. She is not wearing a bra. A thin white well-defined line separates the smooth tan skin of her shoulders from the tan on her back.
I grasp her near inner thigh with my hand as I raise the other. A sharp "Crack!" resounds through the room as my hand smacks her rear. Her whole body flinches and settles back down.
"This is to help you become a better little girl." I tell her as I observe the slightly pink outline of my hand on her snow-white skin.
The details of her everyday life begin to diminish as if the awareness of her everyday life was a scene being viewed through a long zoom lens that is slowly zooming out, making her external world progressively smaller. Her mind was filling the peripheral void left behind on the vast screen of her shrinking consciousness with other things more pertinent to the moment. Her super-sensitivity to her own physical state was trumping all else. Her labored breathing, pounding heart, glowing face, the warm touch of my skin against hers, and her stinging burning ass is becoming her entire being. She knows, as the mundane continues to fade from her mind, that this feeling surely was the precursor of that sensory avalanche, that perfect storm of fulfillment and exhilaration, for which she hungers.
The sensations of my touch amplify her physical and mental reactions as I leave my hand lingering on her ripe firm ass. The heat radiating from the handprint on her rear fuels the warmth she feels welling up from deep inside her. The excitement she feels inside her continues to expand, filling her, seemingly pushing her consciousness of the humdrum of everyday life into some small dark corner of her mind. Very soon the rest of her life will temporarily become as completely irrelevant to the moment as the mediocre movie she tried to watch last month and her cluttered world would be for all practical purposes gone. All that will remain is she and I. All that she will feel will be my touch, my warmth, my voice, me!
An effective spanking must never be done too quickly. Time must be allowed between each blow for the recipient to fully savor and appreciate the pain and spreading heat, so I initially gage my blows about a minute apart, always striking the same place on the same cheek.
With every slap to her ass, I leave my hand pressing on its landing zone for a few seconds, appreciating completely the absolute beauty of my adorably submissive baby girl's naked trembling being and her total obedience, total surrender to and acceptance of my discipline. Then I firmly grasp the hair above her nape with the offensive hand or gently brush the skin on her back, shoulders or arms. My other hand is always between her legs exploring and probing, periodically coaxing the thighs gently back apart, to keep her pussy accessible, so I can feel her up at will. I softly slide my fingers over, around and in between her swelling labia to gage and facilitate her arousal, lightly stroking the entirety of her vulnerable open tush and smoothly shaved mons veneris, leaving only her clit intentionally untouched.
Overcome by the magnificence of the situation, her ass and entire being, I cannot help describing to her between spanks how utterly pleasing to my senses her stunning features are to my eyes. It is a tragedy for a man to not let a beautiful woman know at every opportunity that which she needs to hear.
The handprint on her rump is getting increasingly red and distinct. My perception of time has slowed to a crawl. I detect wetness and savor her bouquet on my wet fingers.
I intentionally loudly slurp the clear fragrant liquid from my fingers. It is the sweet taste of the elixir of life, a tonic for life's acute ills, and my fountain of youth.
"Mmmm, delicious!" I pronounce.
Still I maintain my embargo of her wanting clit, because good things come to those who wait... and obey.
I do not know how much time has passed, but I do see that her unpunished cheek was in need of my hand, because on her other cheek my handprint was clearly defined in a red, bright enough to be discerned in the dim light from the lone lit lamp. I have been so focused on my charge that just now become I aware that my cock must have been hard for some time and is now pressing against her tender belly and begging, competing for my attention. It can wait. I have work to do.
I think, "Down, boy!"
And I resume my affectionate battery and now focus entirely upon the other cheek of my lovely little baby doll, whose body is pressed down upon my lap. Time is meaningless, as it no longer exists for nor does it matter to me, but it passes nevertheless as indicated by the approaching uniformity of the color of the handprints on both cheeks. Still I manage to resist temptation and have meticulously avoided her sweet little love button in spite of the occasional squirm and wiggle that seems to be aimed at trying to make me touch her sweet spot.
With every blow I hear her panting interrupted by a short gasp, sometimes accompanied by a soft moan or whimper.
I feel something tickling my thigh almost like a small insect crawling and I wonder if it is a drop of her wetness dripping down my skin. I take my eyes off her ass, lean over a bit and peer between her legs and see a nearly motionless strand of her viscous fluid bridging the gap from her labia to the top of the snail track that is slowly oozing its way down my thigh. I discern a conspicuous glistening on the edges of her engorged labia and in the small narrow inviting slit between them and decide it is time to give her poor little clitoris some much needed attention.
Sometimes her clitoris hides from me, but it is much easier to find now that it is enlarged and aching. Initially I visually guide a solitary finger directly towards her most holy of holy erogenous zones and, almost as if my finger is a heat seeking missile homing in on the warmth it gives off, I immediately find her slippery little bump. I barely touch and softly brush ever so slightly her throbbing hot wet sweet trigger.
I know when I find her clit, because she always flinches, sighs, gasps, arches her back or any combination of the aforementioned. She does all. I keep teasing her, circling my wet finger around the source of her need, avoiding touching it just enough to assure any lurking orgasm is kept at bay. I slide fingers inside her slippery vagina. If ever there was a woman ready to be fucked, it was she at this moment.
I hear an utterance from her.
"What did you say?" I ask.
"Please fuck me", she reiterated more loudly and clearly.
I ignore her pleading for relief, withdraw my fingers and stop teasing her clit with my fingertips. She is on the very edge of coming and she steadily continues to beg for satisfaction for the growing seeds of craving I planted inside her, that are now screaming and fighting to escape from the prison of her will. Her well-lubricated vulva guides my thumb into her hot wet pussy. I crook it behind her pubis bone with the web of my thumb pressing on her clit and press my thumb tip on her G-spot. She shivers from head to toe and again becomes still. I almost slipped up and make the dear woman explode twice, but I recognize the signs and deftly avert certain pleasure with a distracting hard slap on her pinked ass. I maintain this delicate balance between my beauty's agony and ecstasy, keeping her on the cusp of orgasm as her arousal grows. Her pleas become increasingly more urgent in tone, her panting grows more pronounced, and her control is being tested to her limit as that distant faint notion of time passes. It is now time for fucking...
"Get on your knees, NOW, little girl!" I bark.
She complies, spreads her legs as I get behind her on my elbows and look at her sweet little pussy. I spread her labia wide with my fingers. The very edges of her inner lips are a pretty red shade, framing a perfect pink entrance to Nirvana. No more beautiful or inviting flower exists in nature or in man's imagination.
I teasingly say," You are such a salacious little slut! You are all swollen and wet and are wanting to, needing to get what's left of your brains screwed out, aren't you? Whose little slut are you?"
"Yes, I'm a needy little slut. I am your little slut", she replies.
