Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

So Plum had a good date with a new dom:

There was nothing in the past six months so sexually delicious as the time we’ve spent together so recently, and I am amazed to see how much my pleasure is enhanced not just by being pinched and slappped and treated roughly, but by that sense of ownership, of giving and being used.

Our night together was lovely and long and he’s talented with his hands just in the way I like.
“Would you like to spank me?” I asked (begging in my brain).

“Oh, yes!” he said, and when I obediently bent over, slightly pushing up round bottom up off the bed, he said, “Oh, that looks so submissive, good,” and then he didn’t hold back in caressing my skin with his hands in between ever harder, more forceful splaps.

The sound of his hand on my skin was nothing next to the delicious stinging pain I felt as he rained open handed blows on my backside, hips and legs, and the warmth that spread through my body through the pain. Whe he took one one of his big hands and stuck his thumb right inside me, plugging me at the core as his other hand spanked my ass, it was so good I wanted to moan (and I did.)

As he worked me over, I felt amazingly excited, but I also had the thought going through my head This man understands me, he knows what I want.

“Turn over,” he said, and then, with his big thumb still inside me, he began to bite and tease my breasts, sucking first one nipple, then the other, and then zeroing in on the sensitive nipples with his tongue and his teeth.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” I said, and he nodded and then he bit me, grinding the nipple between his teeth until I saw little stars from the pain at the same time that my pussy tightened, grabbing him so tight he yelped.

We went on like that for a while, his mouth on my breasts and his hands in my cunt, and he pushed me to orgasm again and again, controlling my pleasure just the way I like it, pushed and played and exhausted right to the edge.

I think I came at least six times and I squirted at least three, pouring fluid out of myself again, and again, gushing so plentifully when I thought there would be no more that I almost couldn’t believe it.

“Suck my cock,” he said, and when I kneeled to the task, I had him moaning with pleasure in a way that made me feel great.