Spaned to Her Limit

"I need you to listen to me very carefully. It's important you fully understand what is about to happen..."

Her submission to me was absolute and beautiful. She was inexperienced, but very eager, which to me only added to that "beautiful". I love molding her and creating on a blank canvass.

I had spanked her a few times in the past, making it's introduction, but nothing like where we were headed tonight. She had embraced it fully, for the stirrings it created deep within herself but also because she knew what an appreciation I had for it and the stirrings it created within me.

"I am taking you much deeper tonight than you have ever been. It will be difficult - submission shouldn't always be easy. Tonight it won't be."

The look on her face as she listened intently to every word was priceless and I admit it stirred me.

"Tonight you will be spanked like never before. Not because of anything you have done, good or bad. You see pet, that is completely out of your control. Tonight is also special in that you are not allowed to use your safe word."

I loved watching her fidget as she took it in. She was kneeling before me topless, wearing only a thin pair of bikini panties, as is customary. I, unlike many or perhaps most Doms, rarely allow her to be pantiless. Panties are a wonderful prop that serve many purposes in my control of her. On the other hand, I abhor bras and forbid her from ever adorning "her" body with one again. I am a big fan of lingerie and all things feminine and there are other, sexier alternatives to the detestable brassiere when absolutely "necessary."

I sat on the bed, leaned back against the headboard and motioned for her to join me. I spread my legs and she settled in between them as I pulled her back into me. Wrapping my arms around her I resumed, speaking softly into her ear.

"Tonight isn't about a time or a number. There is no need to count the swats, numbers are irrelevant. Tonight's about pushing you, about seeing you react and accept what is happening to you."

Still holding her in my arms I continued, wanting her to know there was no anger in the spanking she was to endure tonight.

"You will start over my knee - and of course in your panties..."

She moaned as I continued telling her of the evening and mentioning the panties. Rarely allowing her to be completely naked was working splendidly with her in realizing the total control I had over her. Her naked nipples were already stiffening before my eyes as I peered over her shoulder while I held and informed her.

"Like I said, there will be no safe word tonight, pet. You can call "timeout" as many times as you need to and the spanking will stop until you can recover enough to continue. I want you to understand taking a timeout is not weakness and there will be no punishment for taking them. I assure you that you'll need multiple timeouts tonight."

Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them and the thin fabric of her panties was beginning to darken with moisture.

"You can't stay on my lap when you call timeout. Go to the floor and do whatever you need to do until you recover, then we resume. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, Sir. i understand."

"Good girl. There's just one more thing before we start."

"Yes Sir?"

"Do NOT ask how much longer or how many more. It'll be over when I end it and tonight's session will not be short. You'll be deep in subspace before it's over and will lose all sense of time. And pet?"

"Yes Sir?"

"Know I am going to enjoy you very much tonight, seeing you writhe, watching you struggle, hearing you whimper, smelling the sweet aroma of your arousal and knowing you surrender completely to it - to me."

"I long to please You Sire."

"You always do pet, you always do."

I hold her close and kiss her bare neck, clasping a long necklace around it while doing so. I love femininity and think the dangling pendant will add to the scene.

"It's time pet."

"Yes Sire."

She gracefully glides to the edge of the bed and kneels, waiting for me to get positioned in the chair near the foot of the bed before kneeling across my knee. In position, a thing of beauty, she whispers to me, "Use me as You will Sire..."

"Mmmmm, good girl."

I place my left hand at the top of her back and put pressure on it to reinforce she is to stay down as I begin squeezing her round sexy ass through her panties in my right. She draws in a short breath as soon as she senses my right hand no longer on her - and so it begins.

SMACK.

She flinches, but takes it easily on her right cheek. SMACK twice more, all bare handed and to her right cheek, the third bringing a soft moan. The thin panties obviously offer no protection but serve their purpose well. Of course I will pull them down in time. I want to see her red ass, feel it flesh to flesh in my bare hand, but for now they contain her and continue moistening. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK - three more quick ones. The heat radiates from her as well as my hand, her left side still untouched. I vary the timing, keeping her guessing but steadily increase the force.

The bikinis barely cover her front, leaving her bare flesh chaffing the rough texture of my Levis. I am not wearing a shirt but stay in my jeans for now. I take great care and consideration of her psyche and know she feels more exposed herself while I am still dressed. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Three more, much more intense than the others. She squirms beneath me. As soon as she settles back in I begin to massage her heated cheek.

There is no question the slap of my hand stings mightily, but one of the beauties of spankings is that as soon as there is pause, the intensity subsides dramatically, at least it does early on. I look forward to her having to call time out and watching her scamper away for relief, but I don't want her to have to do so too early.

Not wanting full recovery, as soon as I sense her breathing slowing down I begin the assault on her left cheek. five hard, fast slaps to her left side has it caught up in no time. She is panting and squirming in my lap, her hands clutching my leg. Two more left, three right and I massage her, not her cheeks this time but her thighs. The heat radiating from them though is not mechanical. I slip my hand between them and spread them a bit wider and slide towards her crotch, briefly bumping against it.

"Very nice - nice and wet, just the way I like it. Such a good girl to get so wet from a good spanking."

She doesn't speak. Her breathing and wetness speak volumes though. I know it's time to push her - she's ready and so am I.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. It'll be nonstop now for as long as she can take it. I keep her guessing which cheek catches it but the blows are now relentless. Her breathing is quick and shallow, unable to take deep breaths. She moans and squirms mightily but does not seek cover. 10, 20, 30 swats to her ass as she writhes....

"timeout..." she can go no more and slides off my lap to the floor. Her body in motion is art, taut, stretching, swaying. I watch intently as her hands reach instinctively for her spasming flesh. I see her hands slip beneath the waistband.

"No pet. That is mine."

She sighs, although not in rebellion, just not thinking clearly.

"Not underneath," I clarify.

"yes Sir."

She pulls her hands out but continues to rub her burning cheeks through the thin material. I give her time, but not a lot. When I sense her breathing stabilizing I resume control.

"On your knees, foot of the bed, arms stretched towards the headboard."

"yes Sir"

She positions herself as I command and I move beside her and continue what her hands started and massage life back into her cheeks.

Her moans are changing now. I smile from behind her. Oh how I love the contradictions, the confusion of what is pleasure and what is pain...

SMACK. I give her ten hard, quick swats taking her quickly back close to her limit, determined to push it all night long. Again I massage her before sliding back between her thighs and blatantly feel her up. She moans deeply.

"You are so wet my pet. I wonder if I can make you cum just by spanking you?"

"oh Master..."

I laugh. I don't like to be called Master, but it is never a punishable offense. It is a remarkable "tell" that she is going deep though. I rub her a moment longer so she knows, if she is alert enough, that the blows to follow are not punishment for her "slip".

Ten more good ones and she is bucking. I stop before she needs to call for another time out and again rub her out. Just waiting for her breathing to stabilize a bit, I up the ante.

"I want to see my handiwork now, pet. Pull your panties down."

"Ohhh..."

"Mmmm, yes pet, pull them down for me."

"do You want to see my ass, Sir?"

I chuckle at her question. I love her personality. Submissive or not, she knows that she has the goods that stir me. I think that is healthy and very sexy. I am not big on humiliation - she is far and away my most prized belonging and I cherish her and want her to know that, but I also do not hesitate to "reaffirm her position" physically and psychologically that she is mine to do with as I please, she belongs to me fully, and submission isn't supposed to be easy.

"Yes, pet, I want to see your ass - pull down your panties."

She pushes them down off her hips exposing beautifully rounded cheeks in a nice shade of red. When they are down only to mid thigh, much to her chagrin, I stop her.

"That's far enough, pet."

I know she feels even more exposed with them just pulled down instead of off and I love it! (Not to mention the head game I have working on her about not being completely naked and free.)

"Oh Sir, please! I need to be naked! Don't You want to see Your slut naked?"

Smack, smack smack, smack... the spanking resumes, snapping her back to the moment. I alternate cheeks with each swat now and settle into a rhythm. I want her to anticipate for a while now and see her react to it. As I paddle away I matter-of-factly inform her of the obvious,

"When I want my slut naked, my slut will be naked - not when she wants to be naked..."

I know she hears and I know she knows. Instead of replying, she responds with her body. The first few swats she reacts and flinches to the swats. They are not as intense as earlier, but still very strong. As her body senses the rhythm and adjusts to the intensity, soon, instead of reacting and flinching, she begins to rise up ever so slightly to meet my hand in anticipation. Beautiful! That is exactly what I want with this session. Her breathing is short and sharp, timed to the swats to her now bared ass. I am a voyeur - I admit it and apologize to no one. Watching her body move and writhe is exquisite.

Numbers are meaningless at this point, but I am sure she has had 30 to 40 good hard swats to her bare bottom by now and has settled in nicely. I begin to increase the intensity while I maintain the same steady pace. It is another 10 or more swats before she realizes they are much more intense now as she then begins to moan deeply between strokes. She no longer moves to meet my hand but settles into my lap and accepts each blow with grace. Another dozen or so and she is squirming and struggling. I know she is close to her limit and debate stopping and giving her a massaging rub, but I decide I want her to go all the way to her limit again and push it.

Just a few more and she slips off of my lap and onto the floor without saying a word, gets on her knees, leans over and begins rocking back and forth face down still to our rhythm. I watch closely. Her breathing stays short and sharp, still living and feeling the session. Her panties around her thighs, her necklace swaying along with her bare tits and her ass a much deeper shade of red now, she is a vision to behold.

I move down beside her and she doesn't react at all. She trusts me absolutely and I would never defy that trust, knowing full well she is in "time out" even if she was incapable of saying so. She is deep now, much deeper than she has been before. I reach for her tender cheeks and begin rubbing them, massaging the heat and sting away, even if only momentarily. Her panting goes unchanged for a few minutes, she is strong and determined, another quality I adore in her. She maintains her breathing pattern and prepares herself mentally to go farther, then without being prodded, turns back to the bed and crawls to it, stretching out as before - offering herself once more.

"Mmmm, good girl!"

I don't make her wait as I immediately go to the bedside drawer and take out my favorite, heavy, black leather paddle. It is basically a cross between a paddle and a very heavy belt, 4" wide and easily long enough to inflict its bite on both cheeks at once. I also love the sharp "slap" sound it makes with every blow.

I kneel beside her and rub the leather across her red ass, holding it there a few seconds. As she senses it taken away, she takes a sharp breath. I am a hell of a tease, but do not keep her waiting for the inevitable this time.

SMACK!

Her head flies back then deep into a pillow as a deep, deep moan escapes her.

SMACK!

Keeping her head buried in the pillow she stands now, bent over at the waist, thrusting her ass back at me for the taking, legs dead straight, taut - every muscle in her body tensed.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She thrusts and rocks it at me, swaying side to side. Her moans flood the room but she seeks no mercy.

Her inexperience was more than compensated by sheer determination and her deep "forbidden" desires. Obviously, this was going to be a sensational relationship. I watched her closely, wanting to edge her one last time but not quite push her over it.

Half a dozen more swats of varying degrees and I knew she was there. I moved to her side and with my leg knocked her legs out from under her and held her in my arms as I took her down to the bed.

There was no doubt she knew it was over and she melted in my arms. I was behind her and kissed her softly on her neck over and over as she teetered on the edge for several minutes before ever so slowly drifting back down to earth held tightly in my arms. She was exhausted so I let her sleep, held close.

One of the great things about a really good session like this is the ideas for future sessions that come from it. I look forward to a similar session down the road with a remote controlled vibrating egg inside of her that I can can turn on - and off - at will, or perhaps a vibrating butt plug working her interior as I work the "exterior'. I also know we will have sessions where she will have a heavy and slick dildo buried in her pussy that she must maintain control of and not let slip out as she writhes and bucks. I of course will not neglect the front of her body either. A simple leather belt is my tool of choice for the fronts and tender insides of her naked thighs - and her clean shaven pussy, and a simple wooden ruler works magic on her bare tits.....