Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight's episode is titled "The Perfect Night" A spanking story. Spanking is fantasy many people want. I once texted a guy I had been dating, "Oh spank me, I have been naughty". His response was "oh that is so naughty and sweet at the same time, I would totally do it".
Are you ready to spank me? Oh behave- let's start....
It’s the first time we’ve looked at each other all day. I’m exhausted. I finished all of daily house chores, cooked meals and worked on my audio erotica stories. I just want to sleep.
You look up at me from the sofa, seeing the frustration in my weary eyes, and smile, “Come here, sweetheart.”
I walk over to you, my heart leaping for joy, knowing that for now, in this moment, I no longer have to think. I no longer have to think about the things that makes me overwhelmed and scattered throughout the day. This is our time. I no longer have to be in charge. It’s my turn to be taken care of, to be…taken over.
I kneel down in front of you, between your legs. Your hands lightly caress my face. You carefully, gently, push back my hair from my eyes.
“You’re all mine now. Let me take care of you.” You said as you kiss my neck, ever so softly. “ You’ve been naughty this week and it’s time for me to give you what you need.”
Slowly, you unbutton my blouse. As it falls off my shoulders, you unhook my bra; my full breasts completely exposed to you, my nipples immediately hard from the cool air. You tug at my pants, and soon, I am naked in front of you. You caress my breasts, your fingers toying with the nipples, your hands move slowly down my belly, resting on my mound.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say, in your deep, rough voice just above a whisper. Your hand traces ever so gently between my legs. You smile as you feel the wetness there. “I’m going to give you what you need, sweetheart.”
Your fingers begin small, menacing circles, just missing my clit, they trail back, kneading and caressing my full bottom. You take my hands and bind them in front of me. Before I even realize what’s happening, you pull me over your lap. I’m face down. You adjust me so my bottom is in a perfect upturned position over your lap. Your tender caresses continue.
“Open your legs,” you command gently, but with an authority I dare not defy.
My legs, shaking from the caresses, open. Your fingers explore the warm, wet crevice between my legs, teasing at my clit with light strokes. Your other hand caresses my bottom. You lightly finger the crease. Your finger stops at the small puckered opening and you probe there slowly and gently. A small moan escapes me.
“Oh…please….” You chuckle softly. “Please what, sweetheart?”
You continue your exploration. Your fingers are probing my pussy, trailing maddening circles around my clit. Your other finger gently probing my rectum as it relaxes and opens to you.
“Please, don’t stop touching me!”
Your fingers suddenly remove themselves from my depths.
“Oh, I will keep touching you, but you know what you need.” You pat my bottom gently. Your other hand comes up and strokes my hair. I rest my head on the pillow on the couch. You whisper in my ear, “I’m going to spank you. I’m going to spank this bare bottom of yours hard, and fast, until it’s good and red. It’s going to hurt, and you’ll probably ask me to stop, but I won’t, not until I’m ready to stop and I know you’ve had enough.”
Your hand continues to stroke my hair. “You’ve given yourself to me, to do with as I please. You’re no longer in control, I am, and you trust me with that control, don’t you?
“Yes, yes, Of course I do.”
“Good girl.” You said determined and sexy.
You gently pat my bottom stopping for a moment to knead the soft flesh, then, it begins, the spanks are not too hard at first, slow, determined, I moan, then the spanks grow progressively harder. You begin mercilessly striking my bottom in the same place. I begin to wiggle and squirm.
Your other hand goes to the small of my back, holding me in place, as I continue to wiggle my sexy ass, trying to avoid the sharp, stinging slaps. You deliver several hard, stinging spanks to tops of my thighs.
“Open your legs!” you command firmly.
My body quivering, I do so. You slap at my inner thighs. I try and close my legs and you warn, “Keep those legs nice and open.”
You slap my inner thighs some more, and then you spread my cheeks open with your fingers and use two fingers to slap my hole. I squirm and wiggle, trying to avoid the slaps. You warn me to stay still. I try hard not to move. You continue to assault my thighs and bottom, paying special attention to the flesh connecting my thighs and bottom. I can feel the heat building, and I know my bottom is becoming dark pink. The spanking continues. My pelvic bone is bouncing on your thigh.
The rhythm of the spanks hurt and feels good at the same time. I continue to grind against your leg. The pain becomes intense, but even more intense is the burning between my legs, the longing for fulfillment, I can feel my pussy dripping wet with excitement.
“PLEASE…I beg, please stop.”
“What do you want?” you ask as you continue to spank. “You want me to stop?”
“Please?” I whimper and beg. The spanks continue for at least 10 minutes more and I’m sure my bottom is on fire. I kept wondering how much more I could take, and how much more you would make me take.
I knew my bottom was bright red. I also knew you wouldn’t stop until you felt I’d had paid my dues. Finally, you stop. Your hand is rubbing my bottom softly; your other hand is stroking my
hair.
“You’re such a good girl”, you whisper. You get lotion and gently massage it into my red bottom and thighs. I moan gratefully.
“Does that feel good baby” you ask.
“Mmmmmm… ”is all I can manage. Your arm slips underneath me, your hand rubbing my mound beneath me.
“Open your legs.” You again command, sternly, yet lovingly. I obey immediately.
As my legs open, your probing fingers slide easily inside of me. Your other hand is still firmly massaging the top of my mound. With two fingers inside me, your thumb, very gently manipulates my clit with slow, steady, methodical circles. I moan and whimper.
You continue your probing circles on my clit, steady, gentle. Your fingers tickle deep inside. Three fingers inside me now. Your thumb is still circling on my clit. My breathing becomes labored. You feel my body tremble.
“Come for me baby,” you whisper in my ear, “come for me, and let it all out.” I gratefully feel the explosion throughout my limbs as the intense climax completely takes me over. I feel a million tingles shoot through my body at once. As my climax subsides, you stroke my hair; you turn me over, and kiss my face.
As you sit me up and untie my hands you say, “Come on, baby, it’s time for bed.”
You lead me gently into the bedroom, letting me lean on you, as my legs are still so shaky from the intense climax. You help me climb into bed and tuck me in. Walking around the other way, you climb in along side me. You gather me up in your arms. I snuggle to you, gratefully; you continue to stroke my hair as I begin to drift.
“Sleep now, my sweetheart.”
