Over My Knee. Right Now-BDSM Spanking Story by Salty Vixen

“You need a spanking… now! I am on my way.”

After talking about it for several months, i finally was going to be dealt with by Him. i had been spanked before and it was very nice, but the man had hurt me. John was someone i had known for a long time. i knew i wanted more from a strong man, a man who means business yet is kind and good-hearted. After talking with John about my experiences, dreams, fantasies, and my submissiveness for months, He said He would be right over and i was to be ready with my list. i knew Him and trusted Him, so in spite of the late—or rather very early—hour, i ran around, tidied up, put on the extra-nice sheets, fluffed myself, hopped in the bath, used the fancy bubble bath and creams i had received as a gift, fixed my hair, spritzed myself with my favourite “capture his attention” Chanel perfume, a hint of makeup—to look all the more natural and “flushed”—chilled the wine, and waited. i was in a pretty pink cotton, eyelet-trimmed, demure nightgown and silky panties, as per His direction.

John has a presence, a kind, sweet gentleman with a firm, strong hand and a commanding voice. W/we talked for quite some time, and then He told me that this was long overdue and that i needed a spanking—“right now.” He does not take no or stalling tactics at all and only adds more spanks to the list. (My list was just way too long.) He steered me toward the bedroom, hands firmly rubbing my bottom. John began to gently scold me, telling me how naughty i had been and how i was long overdue. He held me firmly, putting his arm around my shoulders, and immediately smacked me with five or six very hard swats on my bottom.

“Ouch, ouch, OUCH!” i held on to him tight. Oh my! i was quivering and flushed already, very nervously anticipating what was coming next. It didn’t stop, and i lost track of the count. He continued to scold me and lifted my nightgown over my hips, telling me to lean forward as he continued the smacks. i felt the pain, the sting, and the heat going right through my body.

“What are you being spanked for, Lizzie?” he said.

“i’ve fibbed and have been playing online,” i squeaked. My throat was already dry, and i was shaking, not fully knowing what was to come. He sat down on the bed, and i stood in front of Him with my hands clasped behind my head and my legs slightly apart. “Naughty girls need to be spanked, and spanked hard! You, Lizzie, have been very naughty and have been behaving like a horny little tramp. Lift off that nightgown NOW!”

i shyly lifted my nightgown over my head as He watched, looking at me intently. He had warned me that only a tramp would be so slutty as to become aroused while being disciplined, and he would be checking. i blushed, knowing that my body would betray me. My nipples were hard, and i felt the dampness between my legs.

“Over my knee right now!” i lay across his knee and made sure to have my bottom up and positioned exactly as He wanted it. Or else! John stroked my bottom and thighs and gently ran His hands and fingers over me. He was quite concerned and wanted to check to be sure i was fine. Then He began to smack my bottom. i felt the sting and burn on both cheeks, across the middle, and along my thighs. OMG! The heat was searing and going through me. i squirmed, i wriggled, i gasped, i cried out. “Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!” That didn’t deter him. i put my hands back there, and he continued, holding my hands tightly behind me, locking my kicking legs with his legs, and his big, strong hands continued to decorate my bottom with more colour. John reached between my legs and felt the telltale signs that i was incredibly aroused. He gently patted my already swollen pussy.

“Remove those panties NOW.” i stood up and slid them down and stepped out of them quickly, my face flushed and my hair already dishevelled. i stood in front of him with my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced, and spread my legs. “Further apart! NOW! You know the position, Lizzie!” He ordered. i quickly spread my legs, and he felt between my legs. i felt vulnerable and ashamed and so exposed, as i could feel his eyes on my face, my breasts, and my very soft and waxed, silky-smooth, yet very damp pussy. John caressed my breasts, tummy, hips, and arms. His hand was soft and gentle, yet firm. He had the touch that made my knees buckle and made me melt. He played with my nipples, then gave them a few sharp twists.

“Ouch,” i cried. This annoyed him, and he gently spanked my breasts with his hands a few times each. They were very tender and responsive and again a dead giveaway of my arousal. He then reached between my legs and looked at me as i felt his fingers. i was ashamed, yet very aroused and wanting more.

He looked at me. “You are shameful! You are getting wetter, Lizzie! Only a slut gets aroused like this. Back over my knee now,” he ordered. i knew better than to question Him and lay across His legs. He looked at me. “Spread those legs, Lizzie. There is nothing you can hide from Me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He didn’t give me time. He spread my cheeks apart and began to spank inside the cheeks and across the middle. He spanked me there and told me that this is what happened to naughty little sluts: they needed to be reminded that their behaviour gets them into trouble and that there is no hiding anything from Him. My body was His—my breasts, pussy, bottom, mouth… all of it.

He spanked my sore red bottom, the insides of my cheeks, and my thighs at least another fifty times and then pulled out the paddle. “Oh, John, nooo,” i whispered. “Young lady,” he replied, “who decides what happens here?”

“You, Sir.”

It stung. It was sharp and wispy, and it stung like heck. i twisted and gasped and begged him to stop, but to no avail. “Naughty girls don’t have choices here, Lizzie. It wouldn’t be a deterrent if it didn’t hurt now, would it?” Several dozen swats across my bottom, thighs, and a few smacks to my pussy.

i felt the heat build up. i felt my pussy swelling, dripping, wanting more. i lost count, but i was beginning to feel that feeling of drifting. i clasped the duvet and felt the burn and the sting. i felt his hands gently caressing and soothing my heated skin. He had been angry with me, but i knew this Man was caring and also kind. John stopped and had me sit up. i knelt on the mat in front of him in subbie position—knees apart, hands behind my neck with fingers interlaced, head high, eyes lowered, and breasts jutted out. i looked up at him.

John was smiling and pleased. He held me in His arms, looked into my eyes, and kissed me. Long and deep and soulfully. It was sweet, sensual, sexual, and oh so very erotic. i greedily kissed him back. i licked his lips, suckled his tongue, and ran my tongue over his teeth and around the inside of his mouth. i felt safe and cared for and had a very crimson-red, hot bottom. i felt truly submissive as i knelt in front of him naked, as he sat fully clothed. i found that to be so erotic, as i was so vulnerable and exposed before him.

“You have a greedy mouth, Lizzie. You have no shame,” he looked at me. Yet i continued to take his lips, mouth, and tongue into mine… and we both continued kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking each other’s mouths. i went to get some more water for us both. When i returned, he had piled the pillows on the bed. i stopped, and he smiled and looked at me. “Lizzie, i didn’t give you permission to get up now, did i?”