Over The Knee (Short Story. NSFW)

He was captivated by the beauty at his feet.

White lingerie deliciously hugged her svelte curves; her pale skin glowed radiant in the warm candlelight. Soft hands bound together with white laced satin cuffs. Determined and fiery emerald eyes now shy and attentive, eager to serve. He tilted her chin up to him where she was met with a brooding blue stare.

“Over my knee,” he commanded.

Without hesitation and a little smile, she obeyed, crawling up and balancing herself over his muscled thighs. The bottom of her generous breasts crushed against him, her legs bent over leaving her behind exposed and ready for him. An excited tingle waved through her body at the feel of his hand caressing her backside.

“Are you ready?”

She heard the smile in his teasing, smooth voice, barely containing an excited grin herself.

“Yes, Sir…” she squeaked, when she felt his hand smack down firmly. She yelped as the sweet rush of shock ran through her. Another smack came down.

“Count them,” he ordered and spanked her again, this time a little harder. Her toes curled, wrists wriggled in her ribbon restraints.

“One…two…”

Another sharp swat at the bottom of her behind near her core made her whole body shiver. A shallow gasp escaped her mauve lips

“Three…Thank you, Sir…” she groaned, her head dropping down in between her arms.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” his assertive voice reminded her. Heeding his command, she steadied her uneven breath. She was still relatively new to this and Sir had been wonderfully patient with her, listening to her completely, very slowly exploring together as time went on. That’s what she admired about him. He was every bit as caring and attentive as he was strict and firm. A perfect balance for her.

Gently, she felt a calloused hand stroke over her hair.

“That’s a good girl…” he murmured, “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her mind spun dazed and a satisfied smile spread across his face. With every smack of his hand, alternating cheeks, her body stood more to attention and goose bumps prickled across her skin. Quivering lusciously under him, the wetness in her throbbing core grew all the more. With every caress, every spank, counting and thanking Sir she wanted more…

“One more, princess…”

But Sir knew her limits. Though she wanted more, the adrenaline coursing through her was peaking. Any more and it would be too much. A final, exhilarating smack echoed on her behind and she contracted, muffling her pleasured cries in his thigh.

“Ahhh…twenty…Thank you, Sir…”

In her haze, she felt Sir’s big arms snake around her and effortlessly lift her in to his lap, guiding her head to rest in the crook of his neck as they always did after a scene.
He released her of the cuffs; she circled her wrists around while reached for a bottle of water and soothing lotion sitting on the coffee table.

“Here,” he said, unscrewing the water cap, “drink this.”

She took a few big gulps. The cold water rushed down her throat, refreshing her and cooling her heated senses down. He took a liberal swig himself before setting it back down on the table.

“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. He poured a dollop of lotion, gently rubbing it in to her behind, “Does that feel ok?”

Nestling her deeper in to his warmth, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and nodded.

“Yeah, that feels good…”

“Did you have fun?”

He knew she always did, but he always made sure. Warmth swirled in her belly; everything he did came from a place of love. She raised her tired gaze to him and his once brooding blue eyes were now gentle, stroking her cheek with his thumb with a loving smile. Tiredness pulled heavy on her eyelids. All that excitement had completely exhausted her.

“Very much,” she barely whispered, taking in a waft of his woody aftershave, “Thank you, Sir…”

His arms tightened around waist and he pulled her close, holding her firm against his torso while he continued to slowly circle the lotion in to her behind. She hummed contently, enveloped in the safety of his arms. Her eyes grew heavier and her mind began to drift away. Another gentle kiss graced her temple.

“The pleasure’s all mine, angel…” was the last thing she heard as she drifted off to sleep serenely in his arms.

*

Violet Grey
Copyright, 2017 – Life of Violet
All Rights Reserved.
*Picture – Pinterest

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