“Girl, if you don’t let up, I’m gonna’ have to whoop your ass,” you say with a raised eyebrow.
I’ve heard that before. It’s always been an idle threat and nothing has ever come of it. It’s become part of a verbal volleyball game. In a gentle and playful way, comments like that let me know where you stand on different things. It’s a fun way of communicating about sometimes difficult issues. If it was the only way we communicated, especially about difficult issues, I would be nervous and uncomfortable. But we also talk deeply and seriously about all of the things that are important to us, even the difficult issues.
I wonder why the fantasy of spanking holds a certain level of appeal for me as an alternative sexual experience. I think it might have more to do with control than either pain or punishment. In either case, I know that the thought of you bending me over your knee is very erotic. It does turn me on. I find my body responding to the mere idea of it. I can only imagine how hot the reality of it might be. I wonder if you feel the same way. Is that why you continue to tease me?
I’ve been pushing you even more than usual tonight on purpose. I want to see how this will play out. Will you deliver on the threats or continue to tease?
“Promises, promises,” I counter with a smile. Only you don’t look so pleased.
“Come here,” you command in a strong voice.
I look up, a little surprised.
“Why,” I ask tentatively.
“Just, come here.”
I walk toward you wondering if I’ve finally gone too far. You look very serious. I stop just in front of you. You reach out and pull me tightly against your body. With one hand you firmly grip both of my hands tightly behind my back. You look down directly into my eyes. There isn’t a hint of a smile anywhere in your expression.
“If you persist in pushin’ my buttons, girl, I’m seriously gonna’ have to show you who’s in charge here. That is a promise.”
Before releasing my hands your mouth opens and claims mine for a very demanding kiss. Your hand, the one holding both my hands tightly behind me, moves to the small of my back and presses me solidly against your groin. I can feel the hardness of your penis beneath the thick fabric of your jeans. You push me away suddenly. I am breathless and a little bit shaken.
The verbal banter between us has always been one of the most seductive and stimulating forms of foreplay. Tonight is no different. But there is a definite edge to tonight’s exchanges. I am deliberate in my attempts to get a rise out of you. I can see that you are trying to remain ever the southern gentleman, but that your patience is wearing thin.
As we sit down to eat, I’m chattering away about this, that and the other. You are obviously distracted by something. I continue to chatter through supper After clearing the dishes you wander into the family room and sit down. I hear the TV come on, but continue to chatter.
“That’s it. Get your sweet ass over here, now.”
I stop in mid sentence. My mouth hangs open.
“I said, get over here. I’m gonna’ whoop your ass; no more talking about it. And I’ve got something to shove in that pretty little mouth of yours if you don’t shut it.”
I get up, walk slowly toward you and stop just out of your reach.
“Take down your jeans.”
I look at you very unsure of what is happening and how to proceed.
“Take down your jeans,” you repeat. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I slowly unzip my jeans and slide them down over my hips. I still have my shoes on, so I can’t take them off easily. Instead they act like a loose restraint around my ankles.
“Come closer.”
I do. Without warning your arm comes forward and you rip the front of my shirt open. Buttons go popping everywhere. You stand suddenly and your arms come around me. I’m thrown slightly off balance by the suddenness of your movement and the jeans around my ankles. Your mouth comes down on mine and your kiss is deep and insistent. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth demanding a response. I can feel your teeth against mine. I am breathless as your mouth opens further to devour mine.
I can feel your fingers trying to unhook the back of my bra. Finally, success. You push away from me and yank it off exposing my breasts. Your hands reach down and immediately begin to squeeze my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. Your mouth is all over mine. There is a sense of urgent demand in your touch. Your mouth finds my neck and I feel your teeth bite into the soft skin. You suck hard for a moment and then move on, gently nibbling your way down to my breasts. One hand grabs firmly on one breast, your mouth takes the other. I feel your teeth against the hard little points of my nipples. I cry out, surprised at the feeling.
You look up into my eyes and chuckle.
“Nervous,” you ask.
“A little,” I admit.
“Good, that’s what I want you to feel.”
I am a little nervous; more so than I had anticipated I would be if this ever happened. While I had been fantasizing about this type of controlled sexual encounter, the reality of it was certainly feeling very different than the fantasy of it. In the fantasy, I was still in control. It was my fantasy. But this is reality and you are clearly in control. You are bigger and stronger. You could hurt me easily, without even trying. Is it the edge of danger that provides a different type of stimulation?
I need to hang on to the one thing that I am most sure of – you. I trust you and I trust that you will not hurt me. I trust that because we have shared our fantasies and even talked specifically about this you will understand it is only role-playing, not representative of the day to day reality of our relationship.
Push me further to the edge than I have ever been perhaps, but not hurt me. We’ve talked about the thin line between sexual pleasure and pain. You know that I often like to go right to that line. I’m not into pain, but take me close and the orgasms are mind blowing.
It’s the raw, primal urge to mate with the most powerful male in the pack that fuels me. The alpha male is clearly stronger than all the others. He is proud and fully confident in his prowess.
You are an alpha male.
But you are not an animal. You are a man. You have a brain that you will use to balance your basic instinctual urges. At your core, you are sensitive and kind. You will take me with all the passion and power of your maleness, but moderate your physical strength with the discipline of your mind and the compassions of your soul.
All these thoughts are swirling through my head.
“You were cruisin’ for a bruisin’ and now you’re gonna get it. Turn around and bend over.
I do, stumbling a bit with the jeans twisted now around my ankles. Without warning, the backside of your hand meets the soft flesh of my bottom. The sound and the feel is muffled only slightly by my thin panties. Again your hand meets my backside. Your hands grab forcefully, digging into the soft flesh of my hips and pull me back against you. I can feel the heat coming from your crotch. I can feel the stiffness of your penis.