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Over
your knee? No, I don’t think I’d like that. I’d feel silly and worry about my
weight and you trying to hold me up. Yes, I
know
you like me as I am,
and it must be a “woman thing”, but God, I can’t get over how much I’d like to
be sexier for you, like the women on TV. No, you don’t ogle them—very
respectful like that—but I often wonder, when some lush piece appears on
screen whether it would be nicer for you if I didn’t have the extra padding. I
know you said you wouldn’t want me any smaller, but like
I
said, it must
be a woman thing. And don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re just as bad. You want
to be more toned, you’ve said so, and you worry about crushing me with your
weight.

Hmmm.
I think I’d like it as I described before. Me on the bed on hands and knees. At
least that way I’d feel more in control. I could move, lay flat when you go to
strike again, or, if you want, we could do the stop word thing. I wouldn’t know
which word to choose, though, and would feel stupid saying it. Who wants to
shout “Flower!” in the middle of having sex?

Stop
laughing! What word would you suggest, then?

You
can’t tell me? So we’re back to that already, just when we’re opening up a bit?
Come on, tell me. Let me know what kind of word you’d like.

Please?
Just say it. Quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid.

Cunt?

Oh
wow. See, now you’re talking. That would work fine for me. It’s such a rude
word, isn’t it? So naughty. Can you imagine me saying that? My voice all
breathy, my ass stinging like crazy, and I can’t take any more and I grind out,
“Cunt… No more. Cunt…”

Yeah,
that’s got you, hasn’t it? I got you.

Don’t.
Please don’t turn away. It’s okay. It’s all right. This is what I’ve wanted for
so long. You and me talking. And you were fine up until then, weren’t you?
Comfortable with talking? Or are you just doing it to please me? I don’t want
you unhappy. Don’t want you doing anything you don’t like. Doing it just so I get
what I want. It’s not all about me. And can you see what I’m trying to do? If
we start talking about these things, we’ll become closer. Sharing secrets does
that, you know? I’d be telling you, and you’d be telling me, and no one else
would ever know we’d discussed it. No one else would know our secrets.

Him

A
secret isn’t a secret if more than one person knows it. But that isn’t what
bothers me. I’m sure you would never talk about these intimate details with any
one other than me.

Would
you?

Mmm,
I’m not so sure.

Anyway,
okay, to both points. If you don’t want to go over my knee then that’s fine.
But I wish you wouldn’t worry about your weight so much. Damn, I love the way
your breasts are squishy and heavy in my hands, and how warm and soft you feel
in my arms at night. If you went on a diet that would go, a part of you would
go and I don’t want that. You’re feminine and perfect and the person I want to
spend my life with—am spending my life with.

Cunt.
That’s a hard word to hear coming from your sweet lips. You’ve never said it
before, ever, in front of me at least. Do you say it alone sometimes? I think you
do. It’s interesting, too, how your eyes kind of sparkle when you utter it, or
is that only now because you’re enjoying my shocked reaction to your crass
potty-mouth?

I’m
not sure. But I will go with cunt as a stop word—doesn’t everyone know
about stop words? I suppose not. If you shout
cunt
I will stop
immediately. I think that is one of the few words that would snap me out of a
trance if that’s what happens.

But
what if it does nothing sexually for either of us? Imagine you, on your hands
and knees on the bed—windows and doors closed tight so no one can hear my
hand swiping your ass—and I start beating you. Slapping your backside over
and over and nothing happens at all. No pleasure, just pain—mean, nasty
pain.

Plus
it would be so sterile, so forced if it felt contrived. Staged even. I suppose
I’d have a hard-on, seeing your bum up like that with your pussy lips poking
through, but still, what if that’s it? You might not even get wet. It might
feel like we’re just being stupid, pretending to be something we’re not. A
couple who’d stepped into the adventurous sex arena, flunked, and then crawled
out shamefaced.

I
would hate that. That would make me feel like a total failure. I’d be so
embarrassed. I’d have let you down.

Maybe
I should turn you on first? How does that sound? You like it when I lick your
pussy, don’t you? Don’t answer that, I know you do. I could get you buzzing, on
the verge of coming, and then you could whip onto your hands and knees, doggy
style, and I could start the spanking. That might be the best way to approach
it. What do you think?

Fuck!
I can’t believe I just said all that out loud, let alone that I’m actually
considering hitting you for pleasure. Is hitting someone ever pleasurable? Is
being hit ever pleasurable? I guess we’ll find out soon.

When
do you want to do it?

Her

Now.
I want to do it now.

What?
You don’t want to? Is talking about it as far as you can go at the moment?
Shall we leave it, give it a bit of time to settle in our minds, would that be
better? I’ll admit I’m ready, have been for ages, but I know what you’re like,
how you need time.

Listen,
you won’t go too far and hit me too hard. You won’t lose control. How can you
when you’re already conscious of not wanting to do that? I can’t imagine you’d
let yourself go to the degree where you wouldn’t stop or wouldn’t know
when
to stop. We agreed, I’m going to say
cunt
, aren’t I, and you’re going to
hear me. You’ll be all right, you’ll see.

And
you saying about it hurting for real. Yes, it’ll hurt, but like I told you,
it’s meant to turn to pleasure after a while and
that’s
what I want to
find out. Whether it does or doesn’t. How can it not when all these books say
it’s mind-blowing once you tune into the pain? How can all those people be
wrong? I know what you mean, that maybe they’re wired differently and it has a
good effect on them, that it might not for me or you, but… Look, I’m going to
be honest, okay? I
loved
it when you hit me last time, really bloody
loved it, and one strike just wasn’t enough. It was like…God, like my body
craved more, like my skin wanted more contact—and harder too. I can’t
explain it better than that.

It’s
just something I
need to do
.

Let
me get undressed. See? You’re getting hard already and I’ve only taken my top
off. So what about now—now you can see my cunt. How do you feel? You want
me, don’t you. Look how wet I am. Look how much I want this.

Take
your clothes off so I can see you. Yes, like that. Just drop them on the floor.
You stand beside the bed—there, that’s it—and I’ll lay back here
with my legs open. Forget about the spanking, just…just lean down and
finger-fuck my pussy and we’ll go from there. I’ll play with my nipples, you like
that. Fuck, your cock is bobbing…I love it, absolutely love it.

What
did you say? I couldn’t hear you because you’re breathing heavily. Ah, God,
that was the right thing to say. How did you feel when you said my cunt was
wetter than you’ve seen it before? It felt good?

Good.

So
finger me some more. Touch my clit. Touch it until I’m nearly there and you
want to hold your cock and spurt all over me.

No,
don’t get embarrassed on me now. You’ll make me feel self-conscious. I’m saying
whatever comes into my head. You ought to try it.

It’s.
So. Fucking. Hot.

Him

You’ve
always been a grab-the-bull-by-the-horns kind of girl. But shit, this really
takes the biscuit today. Talk about a whirlwind conversation or opening a can
of worms. This has avalanched out and now there’s no turning back.

Because
yeah, I would have liked some time to think about it. Get my head around the
whole idea of spanking you, making you come that way. But maybe you know me
better than I know myself and this is for the best. To just get on with it.
Now. No time to change my mind, worry myself into a frenzy or get so damn
embarrassed by the whole thing that I stay out walking the dog, for like hours
and hours until I know you’ll be asleep when I get in.

Shit,
you are wet—I couldn’t help myself when I said that. The exclamation just
tumbled out. You get good and moist when we get to the horny stuff, but I’ve
hardly touched you yet and you’re dripping. It looks and feels bloody lovely.

And
your taste, damn that makes my cock surge every time it coats my tongue. I
don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it—sugar and spice mixed with you and
that peachy shower gel that hangs in the bathroom.

Oh,
God, that’s it—damn, can’t you just hear how sopping you are? Clicking
and squelching around my fingers. It’s gushing from you—and your clit, it’s
so engorged.

I
think I may have to hold you still with my free hand. You’re writhing so much,
squirming on the bed. Is it knowing what’s going to happen next that’s got you
so near to the edge already? Has the thought of pain made your clit stiff and swollen
before my tongue has even built up speed?

If
so that bodes pretty well for the next part of our plan and I’m hard as a rod,
can’t deny it. But I won’t touch my cock yet. No, I’ll wait until you’re on
your hands and knees. That would be best, I think.

Oh,
you’re so tight gripping my fingers, so soft and greedy, sucking me into your
beautiful body. Mmm, that’s it now, you’re gasping, moaning my name, and your
fingers, so frantic in my hair, pulling at the roots, stinging my scalp. It
feels fucking fantastic.

Shit,
is that it? Am I experiencing erotic pain? Is that what’s going on while you
yank and fist my hair? Yeah, it must be. My cock is starting to leak. It’s
amazing, this feeling. Kind of edgy and dangerous, like being on the wild side
of control.

Yeah,
tug my hair, squeeze your knees into my ribs. Treat me like I’m a man. I can
take whatever thrashing, frenzied state I work you into. Don’t be afraid to let
it spill out. I’ve got you, I’ll hold you.

What’s
that? You’re so near coming? You’re mindless with need? Good. That is just how
I want you.

I’ll
give you another ten seconds and then you’re going to get what you asked for.

Get
ready, baby.

Her

Oh,
fuck. Oh, fuck. You need to…stop. It’s close, so damn close, and if you keep
flicking your fingers like that I’m going to… Please stop. Please…

Cunt…

You’re
looking at me in wonder, like you didn’t expect me to say it. What did it sound
like? What did it
do
to you to hear that word? You want to
what?
Say it again. Repeat it for me. I need to…hear you…say it…again.

You
want to fuck me? You want to shove it in from behind and fuck me hard? I want
you to, but first you need to hit me. I’ll turn over. Like this. Can you see my
hole? Does it look good? Fuck yeah, you say, fuck it looks so damn good. If we
had a mirror I could look at it for myself, see what you see. Know what’s got
your cock leaking.

Move
across a bit so I can see you. Looking over my shoulder like this hurts.

You
said you wouldn’t touch yourself, but you want to, don’t you. Your fingers are
twitching. Do it. Hold it tight and move your hand up and down—just once
or twice, for me. Show me how you like it done. Oh, that’s hot. You hold it
differently to me. Do you want me to touch you like that next time?

My
way’s just fine?

Good.

You
know what I want right now? If I shift down so my knees are near the edge, and
I tip my ass up, you can rub your cock up and down my slit. Go on, slide it
along there, and press—oh!—press onto my clit when you reach it.
God, that’s it, that’s just how I want it. More. Do it some more. Can you hear
it? That beautiful sound? Yes, I love it too. I love
you
.

Oh.
My. God. You hit me. You actually hit me. Damn. Do it again. Harder. Yes!
That’s
it
.

Again.
Again. Again.

More!

Move
your cock faster. Up and down. And hit me while you’re doing it.

No!
Don’t come yet. Wait for me. Just hit me for now—take your cock away.
Smack me like I asked you to—fingertips grazing my cunt—and keep
going until I say the safe word. That’s it. A little harder. Come on, harder!

Oh,
God. This is divine. So bloody divine. It’s…working. It hurts but it doesn’t.
No, don’t…ah…worry. It’s a good hurt. The kind I wanted. The kind they said it
would be. Yes, keep going. Just go with it, do what comes naturally. You’re
liking it now, aren’t you? Liking it that you’re getting me off?

It
won’t be long and I’ll be coming. It’s…it’s building so fast. With my head
hanging like this I can see you between my legs, see your cock straining, see
how much you love this. Please, don’t make me beg for a harder hit. Just slap.
And again.