Mared for Vacation

A Sweet Goodbye

It starts as it always does….holding, kissing, soft stroking, sweet murmurings of love and pleasure, of beauty and sexuality. It is gentle but possessive. Tonight will be extra special, I am going away for a few weeks and he wants to be sure I remember him during my absence. As if I could ever forget this man!

He unzips my skirt and pulls it down, opens my blouse and pushes it off my shoulders and kisses and lightly bites my shoulders and neck before taking my hand and guiding me to our favorite position. With me settled over his knees, bottom up, ready for a spanking I wonder what he is thinking as he looks down on my ass. His hand softly glides over it and his touch tells me that it is beautiful to him.

He spanks slowly at first, over my thin panties. His hand strikes firmly, moving across my cheeks, striking a different spot with each slap. My bottom is wiggling and tingling. Jerking my panties up, he pulls them hard into my cleft and attacks my bare flesh. Oh my it burns! I am moaning, especially when he hits the ‘sweet spots’ where my thighs join my ass...an especially tender area for me. He talks to me, telling me how my ass is turning red, how his arm is beginning to tire and do I know what happens when his arm tires? Before I can answer, he slaps me harder. Yes, that’s what happens! You spank me harder!

He pulls my panties down my thighs and then slaps directly on my cleft, fingertips slapping my sex. I close my legs and squeeze before quickly opening them. It hurts but I want more and he soon delivers it. I can feel my sex swelling, opening, and becoming more wet with each additional slap of his beautiful fingers against my lips. I try to keep my legs open as he alternates between my ass and sex but when his fingertips connect with my sensitive lips I have to close them tightly against the pain/pleasure, trapping his hand for a moment. Before pulling his hand away he presses his fingers deeply between my lips, teasing my swollen clitoris. Moaning, I open my legs and arch my back lifting my ass higher, seeking more. He laughs softly and slowly drags his hand away. I can feel my wetness on his fingertips as he moves them over my hot sensitive ass flesh. Quick hard slaps connect making my ass wiggle. He has said something…what is it? How many times has he said it before I recognize he is speaking? Lifting my head, I look over my left shoulder at him. He is smiling, his eyes dancing in the dim light of our room. “Come here Baby”. Lifting myself from his lap, moving slowly, I snuggle in beside him, his arms around me, his lips find mine and we kiss while his hands move up and down my back and sides. My bottom is on fire but I know better than to complain about my discomfort.

Rising, he tells me to follow him. Climbing on the table he built for our activities he tells me to lay on my stomach. The leather wrist cuffs are locked and attached to the hooks, pulling my arms over my head and down. The blindfold is tied snugly. I can hear him moving about, my nervousness builds. I make a little noise to remind him I am still there. “Patience My sweet one, patience”. No sooner are those words out than I hear the unmistakable sound of the cane swishing through the air and then connecting with my sore bottom. It takes a moment before my ass explodes in pain. Moaning loudly, I rock my hips in a vain attempt to shake the pain off. Just as it begins to fade, I hear the whoosh of the cane and squeeze my ass hard. A big mistake! Much better to be relaxed when it crashes down on tender flesh. It hurts so bad, so good. It is confusing and frightening...craving, wanting, needing this pain that he knows so well how to deliver. A third stroke of the cane and I am pulling against my restraints, desperate to rub, to protect my burning ass. This amuses him, prompts him to ask if my ass is hurting yet? YES! YES it hurts, ohhh it is burning!

He leans over, kisses my back then whispers in my ear “ Two more Baby, two more.” Simultaneously my sex spasms, wetness floods out and I dread the strokes. How will I maintain through the pain? I do not have to wait long to find out. I feel him move away from me; I clench and relax my ass. What is he waiting for?! Just do it!! The cane hits with such a force I know my skin is split where the tip of it curved around my right hip. My eyes open, but it is pitch dark inside my blindfold, there is no comfort to be had in the darkness. Oh my goodness it hurts so badly!

I become aware that I am crying, that a soothing hand is stroking down my back, my lovers voice soft in my ear, his breath caressing my neck...It’s ok Baby, one more, you can do this. I nod my head, tears still soaking into the blindfold, my hands desperate to touch my injured and burning flesh. I feel him move away. He prolongs the wait, knowing that the delay is almost as agonizing as the pain. He enjoys watching me wait...watching my ass clench and release, watching me pull on my restraints……watching me try to prepare for what I know is coming. I want to beg, beg him to do it, to not do it...pleeeease! The sound, the exploding pain and I am making a high pitched noise from deep inside me, letting go, letting it out...He is beside me, gently touching my back, my neck and head, silent while I cry.

As I calm, his touch becomes more sexual, moving to my sore buttocks, his fingertip tracing only what I can imagine are bright red lines criss-crossing my flesh. Then his hand moves to my cleft, tracing it down, my legs opening wider the lower his fingers go. I am excited, wet and open, ready for him. He will not satisfy my desire quickly, no he will draw it out, make me wait until I am begging, moaning, wiggling and squirming for release. My right leg bends and I draw it up, opening my thighs wider, making my sex more assessable. He must like the way I am displayed as he leans over and tells me not to move. Again, I hear him moving around the room...what was that sound? His hand pulls my ass cheek toward him and then I realize what the sound was, the sound of the exam glove snapping as he pulled it over his hand. I know then that he will take me tonight in each of my openings, as a reminder that each belongs only to him. The thrill of possession, of ‘forbidden’ acts, of wanton lust runs through my center and pulsates in my sex.

His finger pushes insistently against my tight opening, finally it pushes in as I try to relax. Wiggling his finger deep inside me as he withdraws only to push back into me causes a deep sexual reaction in me. I want more and I eagerly push back against his hand to show it. Wait! His other hand is at my sex, probing between the full lips, a fingertip brushing over the opening. There! Right there!! Push in!! Now!!! Please!!! He chuckles at my need, pleased to make me react in such a way. Are you my horny little slut? Yes! Yes I am! Please, please let me come, I need to so badly!! Two of his big fingers plunge deeply into me, stretching me open. Deep inside me, I feel his fingertips curling and opening, curling and opening, his other finger working in and out of my bottom. I thrust myself harder against his hands. Then it hits me, my body freezes, and then begins to convulse as finally, finally I come! Yesss! Coming back to myself after such a glorious release, I realize I am on my knees, my ass and sex pushed up and out, my lover’s fingers still deep inside me. Oh what a lusty slut I am right now! He brings me to several more climaxes until I am exhausted, collapsed onto the table, begging now for him to stop, to please stop. Laughing he reminds me that just a little while ago I was begging in just the same manner for more and did I really want him to stop? Pulling his fingers from my vagina, he pinches my clit and rocks it rapidly back and forth. Do you still want me to stop? He whispers against my ear. I moan and push my sex harder against his hand. His hand works faster and soon I explode yet again. Leaning over me, he kisses my sore bottom in several spots and then pulls his hands from my body.

Working quickly, he releases my hands and removes the blindfold. He assists me as I carefully climb off the table and walk on rubbery legs to the bed. My bottom hurts with each step, I know I will be sore well into my trip. He lies beside me. Kissing, our hands moving over each other, touching, caressing, soothing.

I want to pleasure him, to taste him. My hands on his sex I look up at him and ask permission to take him in my mouth. I love to please him in this manner. He is excited and ready and it does not take very long before he finds his release. This pleases me immensely and I thank him over and over.

Resting with our arms around each other he tells me he will see to the lacerations on each hip when we get up. This is the first time he has marked me like this, I know that during my trip I will look at the small cuts, run my fingertip over them, remember vividly how they came to be and know that I am his.