Good Girls Need Spankings Too!

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Copyright, 2014. All rights reserved.

(Not a fictional account or story: a compilation of 39 years experience for your edification.)

Yes, you do.

I’m not referring to the smack on the butt you might get from me in the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, or when none of your friends or associates are around and I open the door of the car for you. I will and do crisply swat your bottom because I want you to think all day long about what’s in store for you for the evening: a good and proper spanking; hours of hot, devastating foreplay and oral sex; and, finally, a night of lovemaking, rough sex, and…

I’m referring to the spanking you get. The one you should have because you’ve been a good girl. Or a very good girl. Or a lovable brat!

It’s never been the same two times in a row. Not in a week, month, or in all the years we’ve been together. Your moods and needs have changed; I’ve evolved…

… and so has your spanking.

There are a dozen different ways to hold you, each one perfectly suited to that smack-my-ass, bratty attitude of yours; intended to allow my fingers to play with both your internal and external clits; or, others that will force you into abject submission of my will. Do I want your bottom perched high atop my knees, or do I want your dangling breasts to rub against my leg, your nipples subtly stimulated each time that my hand sharply connects with your bum? So many choices…

Laying across your daddy’s knees, you are in a perfect position so that my hand will strike your bottom crisply, sharply enough to make your bottom sting just the slightest little bit — or intensely.

When I spank you, my timing is very deliberate. I usually make you burn with delicious anticipation — but talking to distract you so you don’t realize what is happening. Your pleasure as a woman is an intense connection between your body, heart, and mind: By the time that I first spank you, you’re usually wet just from anticipation — laying over my knees, waiting. More than half the time, after waiting, the crotch of your jeans or panties has a large wet spot in them before my hand ever spanks your bottom once.

You wait, breathless with anticipation. I may have put a blindfold on you so that you don’t know what is going to happen next. You’re becoming wetter by the moment… waiting for the first jolt of my hand, crisply smacking your bottom. You can do nothing but wait… and wait… and wait… acutely aware of your bottom, the hot, fluid feeling in your vagina… all your pink girl-parts, aching to be touched…

You know what is coming, and relish it.

I prefer to start out with you being fully clothed, slowly, masterfully, rubbing your bottom every few spanks. My errant fingers might trace along your swelling vulva, or just barely glide by your anus. Then, gradually — as I hear your breathing change, feel your body relax across my legs, or sense the indications that your resistance is crumbling — I remove one item of your clothing protecting your bottom at a time — lifting your dress or lowering your pants — increasing your vulnerability, thus emphasizing your helpless submission to me.

As your spanking continues, your panties eventually come down. To heighten your feeling of submission, I might pull them down just a few inches, down to your knees, or let them dangle from your ankles. If circumstances call for it, I might insert a very large butt plug to heighten your response to my spanking: if it’s the right size and shape, your G-spot will be tantalized through each and every impact of my hand on your bottom. Your internal clit feels the overt, and subtle, stimulation of the moving object in your rectum, and the energy that it — and your compressed G-spot — absorb with each compression of your bottom by my hand. You involuntarily grasp the base of the butt plug with your sphincter, producing shock waves of energy through the complex bundled network of nerves that all connect your anus, rectum, vagina, the internal and external clits, labia, vulva, and the external hooded glans to your spinal cord. It’s akin to a lightning storm of pleasurable energy that entices, and further seduces, your brain and, unconsciously, your mind.

I’ll leave a sharply-defined handprint on your alabaster skin.

Shock waves go through your nicely-shaped bottom, through your thighs and down past your knees, each time that my hand connects with and sharply compresses your bum and all your pink girl-parts. I might even spank your external clit, too. Or your inner thighs.

You might yelp with the shock of it. But it’s not painful — at first — more noise than anything. You might kick your legs in playful, mock protest and reach around with one hand to block mine. I love it when you do that because it allows me to pin your hand behind your back: now you have to hang on and worry about your balance, so — most usually — you’ll push against my closest knee, grab my leg by my knee, or wrap your free arm around my lower legs. You might even put your hand on the deck (floor). Stability is suddenly very important, and I have a target that isn’t moving (much)! Your focus shifts completely to your kinesthetic sense of body position; you become acutely aware of your body. Your inner voice is silenced, waiting, feeling, anticipating, hoping…

After a few preliminary spanks, when you bottom begins to show the first signs of pink generally throughout your cheeks, I’ll turn up the heat.

Tears, or moans…

My hand is almost the perfect size for a woman’s derriere. It nicely covers most of one cheek with my fingers held together. Open my fingers up and I can span most of the territory between the bottom crease of your butt cheek up to about even with the top of your hip bone.

I’ve learned that I can generate different feelings in your bottom by splaying my fingers, cupping my hand, or by having just the slightest bend in my wrist as my hand makes sharp contact with your bum. I can turn you on quickly; vary the stinging you feel; or let your awareness build very slowly and deliberately, while on the surface being very playful — but seducing you so gradually that by the time you realize what’s happening, you’re my willing submissive — sexual clay in this potter’s hands.

Years of pitching in high school and college pay off here because I can, without the slightest bend in my wrist, bring ‘the heat’ to your bottom as if I were throwing a fastball. Even slowly warming your bottom up, I can continue spanking you with just a few extra pounds of force each successive swing or deliver a literal thunderclap. I had a 92-95 mph fastball in high school and became accustomed to my hand stinging from playing catch for hours.

I can spank you for hours, just as lightly — or hard — as you need.

The occasional, surprisingly harsh stinging thunderclap is a secret tool. It’s called a pattern interrupter, a way of delaying your orgasm while ramping up its intensity and duration.

Such is the legacy of a well-spanked bottom.

Why do it?

Mmmmmm. Interesting question.

The feeling of “surrender” or submission is an important part of a woman’s sexual response and identity, as many women need to be submissive, by surrendering control of their mind, heart, and body to their partner, and give themselves “permission” to feel sexual. Spanking incites, validates, and reinforces such feelings.

It’s a way of being playful; applying a little brute strength to a portion of your anatomy that stimulates certain areas of your brain, vagina, and rectum — all of which focus attention on your lower anatomy — making you wet, and stimulating your thinking about your anatomy. Your internal and external clit get moved around, jostled. Massaging your bottom will also move your vagina, vulva and labia. Your anus will be stretched and moved, your rectum compressed… And with such a great number of nerve endings in this part of your bottom, your attention will soon be riveted to what I’m doing… and the effect it is having on you sexually.

The voice in your head suddenly goes silent.

You are alone with your rising passion, stimulated well below the level of consciousness but in such a way that once begun, with equal parts applied psychology and kinetic energy, your thought processes race ahead to sexual pleasure and the promise of orgasmic intensity that few other methods of foreplay offer. Your vulva and labia, if I strike sharply and hard enough, will begin to swell with blood. Your vagina, which is suddenly awakened, becomes engorged with blood and your tissues lubricate the path of pleasures overt and sublime.

Spanking you is a visual delight for me. I dominate your body, buttocks, and mind in one sensual act. But dominating you is not enough: I must seduce you.

Spanking is also an act of dominance that literally, done properly, turns off the voice in your head and forces you to concentrate on my dominance, not your submission. Your body and mind stew with anticipation. Beneath the threshold of a safeword, the continued application of force, in terms of mass times velocity squared, turns your bottom into a rosy red, hot, glowing part of personal real estate that will remind you for hours –or days — that I was there. The more that blood flows to the skin, the more your muscles relax, and your sexual arousal builds. The more relaxed you are, the better spanking will feel, the more blood that engorges your vulva and vagina… preparing you for an evening of intense foreplay and a night of hot, raucous sex.

This act of dominance, plus the glowing reminder of your bottom, focuses your attention on your girl-person pink parts in your helpless submission to me, being quite vulnerable at this point. It’s not usually about pain — though many women have a strong masochistic desire to have pain inflicted — spanking by hand can take a while — but I’m pretty good at it. Your submission completes your enjoyment of the experience…

… and mine.

But most of all, it’s the anticipation that I’m creating. Anticipation of hot sex. Anticipation of the long, luxurious hours of oral sex that awaits you, my partner. And you know it, too: your bottom is willing, and my hand is very patient.

It doesn’t take very long before your squirming bottom causes my hand to slip as I pin your hand behind your back. Maybe it’s my hand being in close proximity to your pink girl-parts as I slowly massage your bottom between spanks, but I can usually tell when the lubricating glands in your vagina are working overtime. Your scent is remarkable and quite noticeable. My fingers wander around your thighs, maybe all around your peach… all that anticipation and attention focused on your bottom, and a master tactician can very subtly touch you and turn on the taps in your vagina.

As I pause between spanks, rubbing your bum almost guarantees stimulation of your internal and external clits.

You’re soaking wet in just a few moments. A whimpering puddle of hot girl goo.

The longer you’re spanked, the more you’ll be stimulated.

Resistance is futile.

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Busy Busy

I really apologize for neglecting all of you lately.

I have had a lot on my plate. Between the hot ass I have been getting (check out rawlewdindecent.com for the latest update) Photoshoots, the commercial I did for MyLa’Cor, and being broken out on hives taking tons of meds trying to keep them at bay, I have been pretty slammed.

I also was offered a partnership for a start up company in the bay area. 45-25% of the company, what ever I want. It’s going to be a all service photo studio, the works. It’s a huge undertaking but I am really excited and have been working on ppt all week.

Plus it’s money in the bank, an opportunity to learn new skills, and maybe if we are lucky and work hard a successful company.

I have two dates later this week I promise to share about, two photoshoots, a Skype business meeting, and more work for this company, so I am pretty slammed for the rest of the week.

Check out my ME!! page I am adding new photos today. 🙂

ttyl
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Dollbaby

St. Pussy’s Day (Fucking the Trophy Wife part 2)

So I had my second date with the Trophy Wife (aka K). She actually tried to get me over the night before because her husband would not put out over the weekend I guess. I couldn’t go; she lives an hour from me and I was already in my jammies.

So I show up at 11am this past monday (st. patty’s day) and the door is unlocked so I head on in. I do not see her anywhere but realize shortly she is in the shower. I am trying to decide what is the best way to let her know I am there without scaring the crap out of her. I decide to holler at her from the hallway leading to the bathroom. I did not think she heard me come in since her house is a fucking mansion. Just as I get to the edge of the hallway I hear the shower door open so I start to call out to her but she screams not being able to see me but hearing a voice and I felt bad because I was trying NOT to do that.

We go out and get our nails done, get drinks at BJ’s and are having a good time. One thing about K is that she is such a tease to guys. No really, I guess she flirts over text with this guy that she used to fuck but she never cheats on her husband which as you can imagine frustrates him to no end. So she and him are texting and she shows me his texts. He wants her soooo bad, lol. He invites her to come over and when she doesn’t answer he asks her if she is holding out for a better offer. So we take a picture of us kissing and she texts back, “No, already got some though.” I have had two cocktails by this point and I just about fall off of my stool giggling. All my friends have been complete prudes, not that I haven’t loved them, but I love how K is just so damn uninhibited, raunchy, and kind.

So we head back to her place we are planning on going to a country bar later that night. We sit in her hot tub and drink hard ciders and take shots of apple pie moonshine. Might I add that she is just about to pop out of her bikini that is deliciously too small for her triple D boobs?

Later that night we are at Stoney’s and it’s dead as a doornail, we chug our drinks and head over to a sushi place. She talks me into getting an oyster shooter. It really didn’t taste that bad as it was too spicy to taste. I eat my sushi and have my second rum and coke in an hour and we head out to this bar nearby. This place is packed. She starts talking to this guy (he was too arrogant and scruffy for my taste) and she tells him I am engaged and she is married so that he won’t hit on us. (I may have lead her on to believe I am single. No hating. I have found that telling a girl you are in a relationship is like telling them you have a penis. I have a lot more luck leaving that information out.) Very quickly he picks up the vibe between us and starts asking us if we are an item. Quite amazing how quickly he picks up on this considering how dense he was in other areas. He really thought it was possible to get into my pants. No fucking chance even if I was single. My favorite pat of this whole conversation with him is when she motorboats my tits right in front of him. Thank God I was already a little red in the face from drinking!

We decide to head back to the house. All day the plan has been to do our day stuff and then head back to her place and fuck. Also since I didn’t make her cum last time it’s my mission to make her cum this time. I brought my crop, vibrating dildo, and my ben wa balls. We head back out to her hot tub. K really likes to fuck me in her hot tub before we go in the house and she goes down on me. Seems like a good system to me. So she is fucking me in the hot tub with her toy and I have my vibrating dildo on her tits and we are kissing and squeezing and suddenly we both decide it’s time to head back into the bedroom.

We get back up and she starts eating me out, this girl goes down on me for like 20 min, both times we have fucked. Intermittently she stops and slaps my cunt a bunch of times to make it more sensitive. Then she starts to fuck me with her giant double headed toy that I have already mentioned in “Fucking the Trophy WIfe Pt 1″. Lets just say I came A LOT. She jumped up for air or something and I took advantage of the moment. I took my ben wa balls and put them in my mouth when she wasn’t looking, then I started to go down on her and pushed them into her with my tongue. She didn’t even know I had done it. After about 10 min of oral, I grabbed my toy and worked it up and down her slit while it vibrated without penetrating her. Finally I worked it into her and started to fuck her with it and she came in two minutes or less followed by another orgasm shortly after.

Apparently she is like a dude, when she cums she is DONE. She immediately started to pull on her panties, I had to tell her she had the balls in her still. The look on her face when I told her though was priceless! She was so surprised I had gotten those into her and she had not noticed.

I ate and passed out, it was a long day. lol

The Best Sex Ever!!

I am so damn lucky. I get to have the best sex ever, I really do. Keep in mind Daddy has the best sex ever too.

Take yesterday for example and keep in mind K totally fucked me the day before,lol.

So I wake up and I am horny, shocker. Lol

So I make my classic morning just woke up move, lay there with my eyes closed and rub my butt all up and down Daddy’s cock and hope He’s horny too. I have a pretty good success rate with.

It worked, lol. Morning sex is always a quickie for us we like to save some for evening lol.

So later that night I have been wanting it for hours, and I whisper to Him, “I want Daddy to hurt me” aka give it to me rough.

He cannot resist it when I say that to Him. (Side note anything we do during sex is done safely and with consent. We have a safe word we use if anything gets out of hand)

Anyways, so He looks at me and uses that voice that makes my pussy wet and asks me how I want to be hurt and what a good slut I am. (I have never let anyone call me slut before but I AM a slut for Daddy, plus when He says it, it sounds like a compliment.)

I have been getting really good at deep thoating lately so now Daddy is comfortable shoving himself down my throat because He knows I can take it. So that’s what He does, each time holding it down there almost too long, causing me to gag a little.

Then He sneaks over and gets out our paddle which is a small wooden cutting board and spanks me. The paddle stings a lot and the pain lingers unlike the crop which stings a whole hell of a lot but doesn’t linger. Back to the paddle, lol. He spanks me on one side then the other, pauses so that I do not know when it’s coming and down He comes again.

Spanking me makes Daddy rock hard and He bends me over the couch and fucks me HARD. He pulls my hair and uses me which is my favorite. One of the best things He does is grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them up and thrusts hard. He gets so far back when He does that makes me crazy.

He stops after what feels like an eternity but is probably only 10 minutes or so and we are both completely spent. I am deep in sub space (endorphins rush makes you feel high and out of it) but Daddy is still hard and He loves how I looked after I get fucked hard so He wants me again, and fucks me into the floor with His hand around my neck. Nothing and I mean nothing makes me feel more subby and deliciously helpless then when He grabs me around my neck. Being tied is pretty close but the neck thing is the most.

When we are done I am just laying there barely can even open up my eyes. then Daddy rolls me over and fucks me again. I am so sensitive by this point every thrust is agonisingly wonderful and it’s all I can do to not scare the neighbors. lol.

Finally e are both completely spent, and Daddy pulls me into Him, He gives me the best aftercare. I just sit on his lap for hours, nothing matters, not my phone, not what’s on tv, not food or drink. NOTHING matters but being near Daddy right now.

So like I said I have the best sex.

I am not drunk, I am a klutz

So this week I am working on a guest post for http://rawlewdindecent.com/ since I went on my second date with the trophy wife here on out known as K even though I can think of way better names for her. I am going to save the good stuff for that but I will say there was a lot of drinking going on. K calls herself a drunk and it was easily more drinking in one day than I have done in a long time, maybe ever. We spread it out though so I was barely buzzed most of the time.

Every time I did something klutzy, K would start to laugh her ass off because she thought I was drunk. I would try to tell her I wasn’t and that totally spazzing  out was normal for me and she would just giggle and say “sure you aren’t honey”.  I wish I could blame it on being drunk, I really do, like this morning when I dumped a whole mug of hot coffee in my lap on the couch.  My vag is going to taste like vanilla coffee all day.

My Body Hates Me.

So for the last 2 weeks I have been covered in hives. I swear my body hates me all it does is attack itself. As if the Grave’s Disease and the stomach attacks are not enough now my body decides to attack my skin, the one thing I cannot hide. So frustrating, I have had to cancel several paid photo shoots. Last time I modeled I could not find paid work, now I am being offered it left and right and I cannot accept it because I look like I am dying of smallpox.

Sick to death of being sick.

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Fucking the Trophy Wife

So I met this girl on Craigslist. 1st se is a real girl willing to voice verify and she is tall, pretty, and has awesome tits. I may have left out the part where I am in a relationship since for some reason it’s like telling a girl you have a penis and I was tired of striking out.  So she suggests we meet a BJ’s which means we will be drinking which means maybe I will get lucky.

So we talk over like 4 mimosas each, I am just on the verge of being plastered and she asks me back to her place, which I tell her is fine as I cannot possibly drive home right then anyways. Guess what? She lives in a fucking mansion, has a 50 year old husband who looks comical, she is only 30 btw. I quickly realize this girl is a fucking trophy wife. Bored trophy wife, who doesn’t work, and who’s husband is away 4-5 days a week. Oh Lucky Me!!!

So, we smoke, and then she starts making out with me and we decide to go upstairs. I guess she is a lights out girl, which I do not understand since she is in better shape than me and I am in pretty good shape. Anyway so she is making out with me and she decides she needs her toy. She can’t find it and gives up. 5 minutes later she says she has to find it, she wants to use it on me. Who am I to argue? We start going through all of her drawers and finally find it. Its enormous…. I have a rule about dildos and vibrators, the guy has to be the biggest thing I am fucking. I want sex with a boy to be better than fucking myself. Just my thing, but back to her huge double ended toy… Did I mention that she has an arm on her? Lol so she has been fucking me for like 15 minutes and we decide to go out to her hot tub. Ever try to keep quiet while a hottie is fucking your brains out? Its next to impossible despite her reminders.

After awhile we decide to go back upstairs and I finally seize the opportunity to give her some attention back, first time I have had a chance to go down on a girl, she said I was a natural. It sounded like she enjoyed herself, lol.

I am looking forward to next time, going to bring some of my toys next time 😉

     

Alone…

I have been on my own for the last few days. Daddy went skiing for two and a half days. Today he went home to see his parents.

Him being away reminds me what a loner I am. Not that I make or keep friends that easily in the first place, but after my divorce I am starting over socially for

the third time. Honestly I just am tired of starting over, I don’t see how its worth it when everyone just leaves.

Not trying to be a bummer, just an observation.

I don’t know how to fix it.
😛

20 things women think about during cunnilingnus

Written by texasginger on fetlife

1. Oh yay! He’s going down there!

2. Oops I forgot to defrost the chicken for dinner.

3. Oh yay! He knows what a clitoris is!

4. Oh, no! Don’t fart, don’t fart, don’t fart!

5. I should have said yes when he asked me if I wanted him to shave.

6. Oh wait, did I shave? Oh yeah I did, phew!

7. Maybe we could just order pizza for dinner.

8. Enough with the teeth, dude! Oh wait, don’t stop!

9. No you can’t reach my boobs from down there, but points for trying.

10. Oh God! (or insert chosen deity or imaginary friend here).

11. I hear in some cultures it is polite to slurp or burp to show your appreciation of a meal.

12. Hmmm he seems to think he is done down there. Pushing on the top of his skull may send the message.

13. Oh good he got the hint.

14. I wonder if it is possible for someone to drown down there.

15. Hmmmm I might just take a quick peek at his technique down there. Eeek! He was looking up. Oh wait, that was kind of cool.

16. Oh God! Oh God! Oh Goooooooo! Ok so levitation is possible.

17. Ooops, I better watch the sudden back arch, I don’t want to knock his teeth out with my pelvic bone.

18. Perhaps I can release my grip on his hair a little.

19. Yeah ok, you kind of deserve to have that self satisfied, kind of goofy grin on your face.

Wait, what comes after 19?