Across my Knee: The Delights of Spanking. Various

on the pain-painted skin. How good.

      I heard a creak upstairs and made my way back upstairs, legs shaking, flesh burning. ‘Here we go,’ I said softly.

      Chuck had opened the blinds. Our bedroom sat high above other houses – this being an addition. So the only ones who had a view into our room despite the falling dusk were squirrels.

      ‘Pretty, isn’t it?’

      I nodded, pouring out two glasses. My hand shook and the glasses tinkled together. Every heartbeat thundered in my cunt. Every cool drift of air spiked my nipples.

      ‘Pretty like lightning but different.’

      ‘Yes, different.’

      Chuck patted the end of the bed and said, ‘Sit.’

      ‘I … um … it hurts.’

      ‘Sit,’ he said.

      I sat. The feel of dropping so soon to that tender skin made me wince, but, God, how I wanted to come again. God, how I wanted him to fuck me.

      ‘Tell me about it.’ He sipped his wine watching the snow.

      ‘You know this is the world’s longest spanking!’ I blurted. I tended to do that when frustrated and anxious.

      Chuck smiled and patted my naked thigh. ‘You know I never like to rush a good thing. Now tell me about it.’