Massaged by a Man for the First Time Ch. 03
I had been seeing Michael for his massages for about twelve months now. Inevitably it would result in him fucking me. I also enjoyed giving him oral. Usually he would stand near my head, and I would turn my head to the side and see his inviting cock.
As I said before, he is about 7.5 inches hard and really thick. Deep-throating was a challenge -- but one I was up to. Sometimes, I'd strip off, and he would also. I'd get down on my knees and start sucking him. I enjoyed the feeling of him quickly getting hard in my mouth.
Anyway, onto the story. I remember one weekend I was feeling really horny, but I knew I wasn't able to see him that day. I had a big night planned with some friends and knew that when I'm hungover I'm always really up for some action. Especially if someone is doing it to me. So I booked a session with him for the following day at 10 am.
It ended up being a monster night, and I didn't wake until 9:45. Fuck. I quickly jumped in the shower and raced down to his place. I was about 30 minutes late, and I could tell he was frustrated but didn't explain too much.
As I was getting undressed, I said "I'm sorry -- it drives my mum crazy when I'm late -- she always tells me I would improve my behavior if I go over her knee when I stuff up."
This piqued his interest.
He asked me if I thought I deserved a spanking today. I had to admit, I had thought quite often about being spanked, but never really formalised the thought in my mind, as to how it might happen. By now, I was fully naked, and my penis was rock hard -- so perhaps I was keen on it. I said "Yes, I think it will do me good".
He explained that if he starts spanking, it won't finish until he decides, that it will hurt, but I won't have any lasting marks. I agreed to this, and he got a chair, which had a stiff back to it, but no sidearms and brought it over to the middle of the room. He kept his shorts on, took his shirt off, and sat down, and I lay over his knees.
My legs were fairly close together, and he put my penis between his legs -- it was a good thing as I reckon I would have ejaculated pretty quickly otherwise. He then started to spank me, fairly softly at first, then increased in force and tempo. Eventually it got to the point when I was wishing it would stop. My bottom was on fire, and he continued on.
He adjusted my position so that I was on more of an angle, so that my legs were spread wide apart. He started to spank the inside of my cheeks, when he spanked me on my anus I squealed but it was a delicious feeling. They say that a spanking doesn't start until you wish it stopped, and it certainly had started by now. By the time he had stopped I had lost my erection.
He slowly eased up, and instead of spanking me was gently rubbing my bottom. It was worth the pain for the emotional salve this provided.
