Intimate Exposure Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Portia Da Costa
buttocks.
“You’re perfect,” he said again. “I knew you would be the moment I set eyes on you.” Inclining forward, he pressed his mouth to hers in the softest of kisses. With his lips against hers, she could feel his breath and the words when he spoke again. “I guess you know what a safe word is? You should have one, especially if this is your first time.”
Safe word? Yes, that was right. She should have one, but her mind wouldn’t seem to supply anything. “I can’t think of one.”
She expected him to laugh, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. Don’t worry. If you just say stop, I will. Or even if you just reach around and stay my hand.”
“Thank you.” She did feel safe. Despite everything, she did.
Red nodded. The boundaries were set. “Let’s begin, then, my sweet. I can’t wait any longer.”
Before she could take another breath, he had her by the hand as he sat down on the sturdy weight bench. For just a fraction of a second, he glanced at her exposed bush, his sensual mouth quirking ever so slightly. Then he was drawing her down, with a gentle but inexorable pressure, across his lap.
Vicki had long imagined what this would feel like. To be facedown across a man’s knees, her bottom presented for a spanking. She’d imagined fear, but somehow she didn’t feel it. She’d imagined embarrassment, and she did feel a little of that, but not in a bad way. Somehow there was a grace and a thrill to being presented and exposed like this.
“I can’t say it won’t hurt,” he said, his voice solemn yet weirdly benevolent, “because it will. Quite a bit. But you have to be brave and quiet and true, Vicki. Be a good girl and make both of us proud.”
He rested a palm on her left buttock for a moment, then lifted his hand and patted it down against her naked skin.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
I’m okay. I can cope. It can’t be much worse than this.
But as the moments and heartbeats ticked by, the pats increased in intensity, in purpose and in weight. Increased and increased until suddenly they weren’t pats anymore, and Vicki yelped in shock when the first real slap fell.
Oh God, it hurts! He’s right. It really, really hurts.
As if from a great distance she heard Red make a soothing, calming sound much like he would have made to a fretful child or a restive pet. But even as he gentled her, his hand fell again and again, and was not gentle.
Vicki’s entire consciousness seemed to have focused in her bottom, and her every thought and feeling seemed to be waiting for the next impact of Red’s hand. All her doubts and fears had vanished, expunged by the regular beat of the spanks that landed on her flesh. There was no room for worries about negotiations, or jobs, or jockeying within the company’s complicated hierarchy. These things were meaningless and without weight in the face of the impact of a hand upon a bottom.
But even as one set of stresses ebbed away, another, greater one gathered.
The heat in her buttocks was generating an even greater heat and tension in her pussy. The urge to reach beneath herself and touch her clit was enormous. It throbbed with each smack. Grew needier with each impact. The sudden tears that were dripping from her eyes were born of frustration, not pain.
And yet she dare not move a muscle. Much as she wanted to wriggle and play with herself, she knew it was forbidden. Red, her master, had bade her be still and quiet, and she had to try her best to comply. Even though it was hellishly difficult and she couldn’t contain her spontaneous moans and sobs.
At last, the spanking was over, and she didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed. She didn’t know what she felt at all, other than a wild mix of desire, pain, triumph and pure wonder. The experience had been everything she’d fantasized about. But it was also different and more. Much more.
Her bottom hurt, but the crueler ache lay between her slowly working thighs.
What now? What do I do
“You’re perfect,” he said again. “I knew you would be the moment I set eyes on you.” Inclining forward, he pressed his mouth to hers in the softest of kisses. With his lips against hers, she could feel his breath and the words when he spoke again. “I guess you know what a safe word is? You should have one, especially if this is your first time.”
Safe word? Yes, that was right. She should have one, but her mind wouldn’t seem to supply anything. “I can’t think of one.”
She expected him to laugh, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. Don’t worry. If you just say stop, I will. Or even if you just reach around and stay my hand.”
“Thank you.” She did feel safe. Despite everything, she did.
Red nodded. The boundaries were set. “Let’s begin, then, my sweet. I can’t wait any longer.”
Before she could take another breath, he had her by the hand as he sat down on the sturdy weight bench. For just a fraction of a second, he glanced at her exposed bush, his sensual mouth quirking ever so slightly. Then he was drawing her down, with a gentle but inexorable pressure, across his lap.
Vicki had long imagined what this would feel like. To be facedown across a man’s knees, her bottom presented for a spanking. She’d imagined fear, but somehow she didn’t feel it. She’d imagined embarrassment, and she did feel a little of that, but not in a bad way. Somehow there was a grace and a thrill to being presented and exposed like this.
“I can’t say it won’t hurt,” he said, his voice solemn yet weirdly benevolent, “because it will. Quite a bit. But you have to be brave and quiet and true, Vicki. Be a good girl and make both of us proud.”
He rested a palm on her left buttock for a moment, then lifted his hand and patted it down against her naked skin.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
I’m okay. I can cope. It can’t be much worse than this.
But as the moments and heartbeats ticked by, the pats increased in intensity, in purpose and in weight. Increased and increased until suddenly they weren’t pats anymore, and Vicki yelped in shock when the first real slap fell.
Oh God, it hurts! He’s right. It really, really hurts.
As if from a great distance she heard Red make a soothing, calming sound much like he would have made to a fretful child or a restive pet. But even as he gentled her, his hand fell again and again, and was not gentle.
Vicki’s entire consciousness seemed to have focused in her bottom, and her every thought and feeling seemed to be waiting for the next impact of Red’s hand. All her doubts and fears had vanished, expunged by the regular beat of the spanks that landed on her flesh. There was no room for worries about negotiations, or jobs, or jockeying within the company’s complicated hierarchy. These things were meaningless and without weight in the face of the impact of a hand upon a bottom.
But even as one set of stresses ebbed away, another, greater one gathered.
The heat in her buttocks was generating an even greater heat and tension in her pussy. The urge to reach beneath herself and touch her clit was enormous. It throbbed with each smack. Grew needier with each impact. The sudden tears that were dripping from her eyes were born of frustration, not pain.
And yet she dare not move a muscle. Much as she wanted to wriggle and play with herself, she knew it was forbidden. Red, her master, had bade her be still and quiet, and she had to try her best to comply. Even though it was hellishly difficult and she couldn’t contain her spontaneous moans and sobs.
At last, the spanking was over, and she didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed. She didn’t know what she felt at all, other than a wild mix of desire, pain, triumph and pure wonder. The experience had been everything she’d fantasized about. But it was also different and more. Much more.
Her bottom hurt, but the crueler ache lay between her slowly working thighs.
What now? What do I do