One day last week, my telephone rang and when I answered it, Sandy was on the other end. "George, Sir," she said. "This is Sandy. Remember what you told me not to do? Well, I did it. I hope you aren't too mad."
"Mad!! You damn right, I'm mad! You wait right there and I am coming over to your place and spank your ass until it glows like a neon sign. I warned you, and now you have gone and done what I told you not to do. You are really in for it now."
After hanging up the telephone, I drove eagerly over to Sandy's apartment, anticipating not so much the spankings, but the hot love-making that would go with the spankings and in between them. Earlier, when we were deciding about what we would do, we had decided I would spank Sandy twice because of the bad things she had done. We had never decided just what it was that she was supposed to have done but neither of us cared. We just called it "that thing you weren't supposed to do" or words to that effect.
She lives in an old building with thick walls and a security door. We are both glad for the thick walls because sometimes we get pretty loud and the walls muffle our noise. After she buzzed me in, I dashed up the stairs and from the head of the stairs, I strode purposefully, a scowl on my face, to the open doorway where she stood, trembling in fear of my wrath. Both of us were really into our roles.
Sandy backed away as I stomped through the door, and after I locked it behind me, including throwing the bolt, I turned, towering above her. I am a little over six feet tall and Sandy is about five and a half feet tall but she was shrinking away from me, pretending to be terrified of me and the painful punishment she was in for.
"What did I tell you about that? Didn't I tell you about that? Well, didn't I?"
"Y-Y-Yes Sir."
"Louder! I can't hear you."
"YES SIR."
"What did I say I was going to do if you did that?"
"You said you were going to spank me."
"How did I say I was going to spank you?"
"You said you were going to turn me over your knee and pull my panties down and give my ass a good spanking. Sir"
"Well, what do you think I should do to you then?"
"Sir, I think you should turn me over your knee and pull my panties down and give my ass a good spanking, Sir."
"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, then, that is just what I am going to do. Go into the bedroom and sit on the spanking chair and I will come in there and make your ass glow in the dark." The spanking chair was a sturdy, armless dining room chair which we used because it was solid, and our combined weight was considerable, especially since Sandy would be moving around a lot, writhing in combined pain and pleasure. She went into the bedroom and I removed my shirt and shoes and socks. Dressed only in my pants, I followed her
Sandy had removed her blouse and was naked above the waist. She was sitting and trembling in the spanking chair by the bed when I entered the bedroom but she quickly got up so I could sit down. Sandy enjoys our role-playing and is really good at it, partly because of her expressive green eyes and her pretty smile. Besides having a pretty face, she has brown hair and a very nice figure. I grabbed her arm and yanked her down so she was sprawled across my lap. Actually, I took hold of her arm and pulled gently on her and she lay across my lap. Sometimes we just pretend to do things because we don't want anybody actually getting hurt.
Sandy was wearing a voluminous skirt so I could dramatically sweep it up over her back. Under the dress she was wearing an old pair of panties and I yanked them off her. She wears old panties for these spankings because sometimes I tear them when I take them off her. With her panties off, her ass was ready for spanking and already I could see and smell a trickle of Sandy's delectable juices dribbling from her pussy because she was already turned on and I hadn't even started spanking her yet.
"SMACK" went my hand on her ass and Sandy screamed in pain. We were not pretending; I was hitting her really hard and the pain was real although it would quickly turn to pleasure. She has fair skin, especially her ass and there was a red handprint where I had swatted her the first time. "SMACK", there was a matching handprint on the other asscheek and Sandy screamed in pain again. The first time we did this, I tried to just pretend to hit her but Sandy actually got pissed off at me for not hitting her hard enough. She wanted me to spank her as hard as I could and I am pretty strong, so the pain was very real. Even my hand usually gets sore from swatting her; I can imagine what her ass feels like.
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I rained hard slaps on Sandy's ass. We have decided that 15 to 20 hard swats is what I should give her and if she wants me to stop sooner, we have signals. By the time I was done, her ass was bright red, although it might not have glowed in the dark. Sandy was really turned on; she was squirming on my lap, cooing in pleasure and fresh juices were flooding from her pussy.
"Oh, Sandy," I said, pretending sympathy. "I feel so bad. I lost my temper and hurt you. Let me make it up to you." I gently picked her up and deposited her on the bed, making sure her ass was on the pillow that had earlier been strategically situated. She lay there on the bed, her legs in the air, her skirt pulled up from her pussy and her inflamed ass and dripping pussy inviting me. I was quick to answer her invitation.
Kneeling between her legs, my shoulders braced against the undersides of her thighs and my arms wrapped around so my hands were in her soft pubic hair, I took a long, deep breath of her delightfully fragrant pussy juices. After enjoying their aroma, I enjoyed their taste, which was even more delightful. I don't know if pain produces more delicious pussy juices as more conventional sexual arousal or not, but the taste of Sandy's juices was among the best I have ever experienced, and I have eaten a lot of really tasty pussy juices. She was cooing in pleasure and her pussy was already fucking into my face as I sucked them from her love hole and started licking between one inner and outer pussy lip.