We were in the bedroom, me on the bed, and him standing in front of our hutch. The baby was asleep, and I knew we had at least an hour to ourselves. I gave him a mischievous smile and pulled the front of my tank top down to expose my breasts to Daddy.
A devilish grin came across his own face as he told me to stay put and made his way over to the dresser, where all of our implements live in the top drawer. He opened it and pulled out the riding crop, then gave me a few light taps to the nipple, drawing a couple squeals from me. "Alright roll over," he gestured, and I did as told. He yanked my sweatpants down and (kindly) rearranged my panties before beginning to whack me with the small strip of leather. He alternated between quick, crisp swats that showered down on top of each other and slower, more deliberate *and stingy!* ones. He made sure to pay special attention to the very lowest part of my bottom, and since he's not one to leave anyone out, included my thighs. Hmph. Next thing I know, I hear that dang drawer opening again and when I look up, he's holding the black strap.
I haven't been strapped in some time, and gosh did I forget how much it hurts!!
He laid that leather down like nobodys business and it was all I could do to maintain my position.
I squeezed Oakley so tight I thought his stuffing might come flying out. After a particularly ouchy thigh stroke, I put my hand back to cover my bottom.
Daddy leaned down close to my face, as he brushed my hand away from my butt. He smoothed my hair back and kissed my temple. "It's okay, baby." he whispered, running his hands gently over my burning backside. He patted my head for another moment, speaking to me softly, before picking up the strap again. He gave me a few more strokes for good measure and switched back to the crop. Another flurry of crisp swats land one after the other on my bottom, but this time it didn't feel so bad. In fact, it felt pretty damn good.
The feeling of pleasure was growing and my hips started to move by themselves, pushing my bottom up higher, presenting Daddy with a more clear target. I could feel myself beginning to float, aware of the swats raining down on my already hot bum, but not feeling any of the bite.
Next Daddy took out the five fingered tawse, and the pleasure ebbed and the sting returned. He covered my whole bottom, and started back in on the tops of my legs.
I tried my hardest to stay in place, but it was so hard! I'd have to say thats my biggest struggle, keeping still when I'm getting whooped! This time, though, when my legs came up and my ankles crossed protectively above my bottom, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
He lowered himself beside my ear and said, "Put your legs down." I did. For good measure, I arched my back a little more and pushed my bottom out, hoping to erase the defiance I'd implied by blocking myself-again. "Good girl," he purred softly. His hands roamed over my swollen nether regions, squeezing every now and then, seeming to relish in my moans and groans. "You're going to feel this when you sit down later," he told me menacingly, beginning to strap me again with the tawse. He left no territory untouched.
I kept my eyes squeezed shut, face pressed into Oakley until I heard him opening the drawer again and I looked up, panicked he might bring something else out.
But he didn't. He tucked the straps and crop away, and laid beside me on the bed. He rubbed my bottom for me, commenting on how red it was. "You know what a red butts good for," he joked.
I giggled, glancing up at him in time to catch a kiss.
"Get your clothes off," he ordered, getting up and beginning to shed his own.
Some orders aren't easy to follow, folks. This was not one of them. I jumped up and stripped, standing before him, already breathing hard from the spanking I'd just taken.
His big, calloused hands roamed my body, squeezing, pinching, caressing. He grabbed me by the shoulders and propelled me to the end of the bed, bending me over. He took me slow and sensuous, first, savoring each sensation. Just the feeling of our skin against each others was driving me wild. Then his intensity picked up, as he drove into me harder, faster, with more urgency. His hands were around my throat, tangled in my hair, slapping my sore ass. It was complete bliss. I'd be willing to bet it was just as good for him, and when he was near his climax he pulled out, marking me with his desire.
We showered together afterward and were both amazed to see how red my bottom still was, after nearly an hour later. I don't know about any of you, but I cant think of a better way to jump start your week after a long weekend!
