Your eyes the color of dark blue sapphires, a pleading look of need staring back at me.
Lips sparkle like Morganite. I inhale your sweet breath thru flared nostrils. My cock twitches between our nakedness.
Nuzzling your neck then slowly leaving a trail of kisses until together we part your legs. Looking back up, the light reflects off your dark, sweaty nipples like chocolate diamonds.
You smile then lay your head down and close your eyes. You pull your Knees high and open them wide with only the slightest push from my fingers.
Leaning close to inhale your scent. My cock twitches again. Shaved lips I kiss and smell.
Your jaw drops at the feel of the wooden ruler, you feel it rubbing softly across each lip then without warning it lands with a sharp sound familiar to your ears. Your knees close and your hands reach to cover your pussy but you quickly draw them back and part your legs again, holding them open with your hands.
The flinch was involuntary, the desire for more is overwhelming. Knowing that soon the little swats will flow into one.
Rubbing the flat stick in a gentle soothing circle over each lip and across your growing clit, I draw it back a few inches and bring it down with a slap across your puffy lips again.
Each stinging bite of the ruler is followed by a wave of pleasure that flows thru your body like gentle waves lapping at a tiny pebbles on a sandy beach.
It feels incredibly wonderful to you. You melt into the sensation as each wave quickly fades only to be followed by another and another and another.
Each slapping sound and sting still making you gasp. Your knees clamp together then open wide again silently asking for another.
The soothing waves of pleasure that ensue the searing stings radiate into your warm cunt. Slowly consuming the perpetual thoughts of work and life that run thru your mind like a freight train. Each gasp slowly turning to panting breaths thru pursed lips.
You feel a coolness as the air touches the moisture between your hot lips when you willingly part your knees. Your splayed cunt is not offered for my pleasure, nor is it because you're being punished.
Anticipating the next swat you tense slightly but hunger for the pleasure that will follow. You want it to never end. The waves washing over you, growing bigger with each swat. Knowing that the small rolling waves will eventually turn into crashing breakers, washing away everything in their path.
Closing your eyes you relax and pull your Knees apart wider as if offering your burning cunt to the gods as a sacrificial gift.
Realizing the swats are not getting any harder. There is a rhythm now, a constant rhythm has replaced the force that grew fiercer with every strike. A rhythm like a beautiful song, a dance between two people. Each swat draws only a slight flinch and the wave of magical pleasure surging thru you is constant now.
Before one can fade and retreat back into the sea of your being another follows, then another.
"Breath love" I whisper.
You realize you had been holding your breath.