Spank Me Because You Want To

Spank Me Because You Want To

“I want you to spank me because you WANT to, because you need to do it…just as much as I need you to do it.” The last words tumbled out of her mouth and she sighed. It was a long drawn out sigh and he knew it was her way of punctuating the importance to her of what she’d just said.

He held her draped across his knees with her panties down around her ankles and his throbbing erection pressed against her belly. He’d been lost in thought while he gently caressed her delectable ass when she told him what she wanted. No, make that what she needed. Her words broke his reverie and he smiled inwardly at her insight.

He slipped a finger between her legs and her folds were slick with dew. When he held his wet finger up to her face, she greedily swallowed his whole finger. He fought the urge to push her to her knees and thrust his painfully hard cock into the wet heat of her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as she cleaned off his finger and it dearly reminded him of her prodigious oral skills.

He pulled his finger from her mouth with an audible pop. “My-brat, is that why you’ve been exceptionally bratty this week, because you needed me to spank you? No, correct that…because it was important to you that I wanted to spank you?”

She wiggled her ass and pressed herself against him as if she wanted to crawl inside his skin. As per their standard practice when he spanked her, he had taken off his pants, but he’d kept on his boxer shorts. They both loved the feel of her hot flesh squirming on his uncovered thighs.

“Yes Sir. I hope I haven’ been too much of a brat.” The lilt in her voice betrayed the sincerity of her words. She’d been a total brat all week.

He grazed her clit with his finger and a moan escaped her lips. “My-brat, don’t you dare climax until I give you permission. If you do, I promise that your punishment will harsh. Do you understand?”

She tilted her head and looked at him with a wry smile on her face. “I’ll try not to.”

“Don’t try Brat –  do.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. I’ve been distracted this week and life has made me grouchy. I apologize for not giving you the attention you need. As My-submissive, you are the most important person in the world to me. It pains me to realize you have been thinking my need to spank you has diminished. It’s simply that I don’t like to spank you when I’m grouchy, because I don’t want to get carried away and ever hurt you. You mean entirely too much to me.”

“Sir, I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me and I can always use the safe word if I need to. Right now, I just need you to show me you want me. I need to know I’m your good-girl and that you haven’t gotten tired of my ‘uniqueness’ as you call it or lost interest in me. I need you to spank my bratty ass hard, as though you really mean to hurt me. Leave your hand print on my ass and make me sore for the next two days. I want you to show me that owning me, all of me with my many quirks, is something you need the way you need air to breathe.”

He chuckled and his cock jerked. “My-brat, you are just too damn cute and adorable. Clearly, the Universe broke the mold after it made you.”

She laughed. “No Sir, they didn’t break the mold. They blew the fucker to smithereens. Now, are you going to spank me or are we going to keep talking? There’s a draft blowing up my ass.”

He growled, but it was half-hearted. “Well then, let’s begin. How does 10 on each cheek sound…for starters?”

“Perfect Sir”.

“Alright, you count.”

“One,” she moaned as fire spread across her ass and sent pikes of pleasure direct to her pulsing clit.

 

© 2013 Will LaForge