The spanking I administered lasted almost a half-hour. I KNOW how to properly spank a woman, something my Kimiko had taught me.
The first stroke was a very light pat, right where she sits on her right cheek.
Then I caressed, softly, until she relaxed, lifted my hand, waited for her to relax again, and the second stroke was the same but on the left cheek.
And so it went – caress – wait – relax – raise hand – wait – relax – smack.
Each stroke was slightly harder than the last one.
By the 10th stroke, her ass was taking on a lovely red color.
By the 20th the womanscent of her arousal was in the air.
By the 30th she was flinching with each stroke and by the 40th she was crying.
It wasn’t until 57 that she came, the sudden darkening of the denim between her legs and the accompanying sound that can only be written as “Unnnghhhh” signaling her release.
Another five strokes and she came again, this time even more powerfully, her back arching under my hand, her head whipping back and forth, slinging mucus and drool, the dark stain on the denim shorts spreading more, covering her ass completely.
I let her rest then, draped across my lap like a cat, her body shuddering with sobs. Her legs were kicking weakly. Her nose was running and a silvery string of mucus ran to the floor. She was drooling and another silvery string of thick mucus-laden saliva hung from the corner of her mouth.
I lightly rubbed her back while she got herself together.
“Jesus,” she breathed very softly, “Just fucking JESUS!”
I laughed and rubbed where she was so red.
“Jesus,” she said again softly and started to roll off my lap but I caught her shoulder.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I said.
“What?” she said.
I smiled and stroked her cheek, brushing the line of her tears.
“Say the words,” I said.
She held my eyes for a long second, I could almost see the proverbial wheels turning while she was thinking.
But I won.
She drew in a long shuddering breath and said, very softly, “I am yours.”
The love we made then was slow and lingering and, well, loving. I kissed up and down her body like we were in junior high school on our first date. The kisses were soft and tentative and gentle.
At first.
I spent my time at each breast, covering it with kisses, finding her nipples, and suckling like a hungry baby. I licked the undersides, loving the taste of salt sweat as well as the weight of them. I kissed her pussy lips, licked hungrily, and lapped at her release as I gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was panting weakly.
By the time I entered her with my erection she was crying softly with her excitement.
“Say it,” I said.
“I am yours,” she said and came again.
I held her through her release and then as she relaxed I said, “Say it again.”
“I am yours,” she said, her voice rising in pitch, and cumming again, almost watery in her release this time.
I held her through that orgasm too.
“I am yours, I am yours, Iamyours, Iamyours, Iamyours,” she was whispering as I filled her to overflowing.
She took a deep beath, whispered, “I am yours,” once more, and was asleep before I softened and slipped out.