I met Dennis online a couple weeks ago; I'm really not sure how one went about all this before the internet. We quickly progressed to texting and dirty pictures, knowing that we wanted to fuck each other. Dennis has a very extensive spanking fetish, which I was very excited about as I've recently rediscovered my love of being spanked. We set a date and time and I waited eagerly, clean inside and out.
I answered the door wearing jeans and a button down shirt. Dennis had mentioned that he liked his warm up spankings to be with clothing on, so I'd picked something with a lot of protection. We sat on the couch and chatted for a while. Being comfortable and feeling safe is someone is essential if you're going to let them beat you.
Before too long, the conversation and demonstration of various spanking implements had left me quite excited and I could feel that my panties were soaked. I leaned over his lap and settled myself so he could begin.
The thing some people dont realize about spanking, is that for prolonged play, a warmup is required. Being spanked is actually fairly similar to distance running in my opinion. He began spanking firmly but not roughly. My jeans prevented any stinging and so I just got the force of the blows. Dennis could definitely be a drummer in a successful rock band, he gets into a rhythm that is phenomenal. Over and over the blows fell, the pressure remaining pretty constant. I was moaning softly, enjoying every swat.
After about 10-15 minutes, I was informed that my warm-up was over and I was to strip. I complied willingly and repositioned myself naked across his lap. As soon as the first blow hit, I knew I was in for a ride. I was now getting the stinging along with the force. He spanked for a minute or two, one cheek then the other. Painful, stinging swats that made me scream and squirm. He spread my legs slightly and ran his fingers along my very wet slit. He slid two inside me and worked just long enough to coat his fingers. Then the spanking resumed. My cunt juices on his fingers added a little extra sting that I had only myself to blame for. I could feel my ass reddening and heating up. He would stop intermittently to snap a photo. I was grateful for these respites and sad when they were over. Ever hit was causing me to cry out, the sound of skin on skin was music to his ears. He spanked, and fingered and spanked some more. He never gave me quite what I needed to cum even though I needed to desperately. After 10 min or so with his hand, he switched to a round leather paddle which I very quickly discovered I did not like. The edge of it had a nasty habit of catching my skin in a fashion that his hand had not.
By now I was reaching that high point where I could feel every blow, but the pain was secondary. Even so, each blow was intense and excruciating. But my body didn't seem to agree and my pussy grew wetter and wetter to his delight. There's nothing quite like having your own arousal used against you. I'd been put over someone's knee before, but not like this. This was intimate, yet firm. The pictures he took showed a lovely progression of my ass from pink to a deep red. I knew I was going to be sore later.
After a couple minutes of particularly intense spanking, he stopped and told me he was ready for the next step. He led me into the bedroom and stacked up my pillows. I leaned over, my pussy on the pillows, my feet on the floor, exposing my ass at the perfect angle for him to swing at. The brief break had taken me out of my mental high and so I felt the blows more acutely. Each smack made me cry out and squirm a little, but I held my position. He pushed my legs apart roughly and set in on my soft pussy. Hard, precise blows rained down on my most sensitive area. Every so often he would stop to finger me long enough to enjoy the pleasure, but not achieve a release, then he would continue spanking.