"A pleasure, for me anyway... I'm sorry it can't always be for you..." I know as soon as you start saying it that you’re through taking pictures, we're starting... "But bad girls need spankings... it's not all about pleasure... it's about punishment. Bad girls need to be punished, and you're a bad girl." Nnnnnnnnn I'm writhing, Doc, just listening to that again, writing it down... I don't know what it is -- I honestly have no idea -- why do words like those arouse such an incredible heat within me? But it doesn't matter why at that moment, over your lap, under your hands -- I'm already too far turned on to wonder why...
"You're so turned on it's almost painful..." You've started swatting now, sending jolts to my pussy, making me even wetter... I am soooooo turned on, it is almost painful, you're right, it's wonderful, it's leaving my mind half-foggy already... "I'm going to have to spank you a lot tonight," yes, please... "You need spanking," something about the way you say this makes me wetter... "And I'm going to give it to you..." This is very reassuring :D
Your fingers stray at this point -- and I'm grateful for it... "You need masturbating, too... Isn't that right?" And I like having to answer you :)
You start spanking a little harder, and a kind of relief is spreading through my entire being -- I'm here now, where I want to be, no turning back...
"Spread your legs you naughty girl" ohhhhhh my goodness... :) I know that was exciting when I heard it over your lap, but if how wet it's making me right now just to hear it again (and write about it) is anything by which to judge, it was divine :D Not to mention what came soon after: "Only naughty girls stick their butts up for spanking like this... Only naughty girls spread their legs, so my fingers can slap their wet pussies..." !!!! Ahh...!!! You've hit on something of which I am constantly guilty -- my hips rise of their own accord... All the time, even when no spanking is imminent or even probable... If I'm lying on my stomach in public I have to make a conscious effort not to... While I'm masturbating, which I almost always do lying face down, I can never seem to get my hips high enough! :D I'm blushing just mentioning it...
"Are you a naughty girl?" yesss..... You're going to make me say it out loud... oh my goodness
Doc I'm sorry I have to pause for a moment and take care of myself -- I'm getting far too turned on -- I can't concentrate properly :D I hope you don't mind if I take a break here in the middle and masturbate, listening to the soundfile... Mmmmm...
Oh wow I just kept listening from there, I think that was about three and a half minutes in... and I came immediately after you said, "You're a bad girl. You need to be spanked." That pushed me right over the edge. *shivers* :D Okay, back to the narrative...
"And what do you need?" You're going to make me say that out loud, too : ) It's not that I'm trying to be coy or modest... it's that the words turn me on so much that they're nearly impossible to say! And most of the time I feel terribly silly saying them, too... : )
You continued spanking for a few minutes... and I can hear on the recording where some of them started to hurt more... The entire time I was very aroused, enjoying the sensation of impact around my pelvis -- at times not too different from what being fucked from behind can feel like... :D (please excuse my language...)
It was a relief when you allowed me to start masturbating myself while you spanked me -- I remember having squirmed a little over your leg to try to stimulate my clit... : ) I very much enjoyed getting the chance to do this with you, both on Thursday and again on Monday... I have probably gotten off most often in the past to the recording of your voice offering the same virtual experience :D
Wow, just reminiscing about that made me realize how quickly all of this has happened... it wasn't long ago at all that I was listening to the monologues on your website, or reading the posts on Abel and Haron's website, never dreaming that I would actually become a part of those stories... And now here I am, well on the way to becoming good friends with people who have made the most out of their interests in life :D
You're spanking and I'm masturbating... And it's heavenly... The temporary pain from some of your harder swats serves to delay my orgasm somewhat -- but I can feel it building... "Are you my bad girl?" Mmmmmm... yessss... Again -- why -- why does this send a jolt of electricity to my clit?
Not long after that I finally feel the orgasm start to creep up on me -- I ask for your permission -- twice -- and you ask for the day of the month! Your tone of voice indicates to me that you've known for a bit that you were going to ask this... and you almost sound teasingly sadistic : ) I find it rather funny, actually : ) The only reason the date is so accessible in the front of my mind is because I'd been anticipating it -- I'd been thinking about today, today's date, wishing it would get to today, so I have the answer readily at hand :D
You sound amused when you grant me permission, and it washes over me as if flood gates were opened... Mmmm... It lasts for a good 45 seconds at least... Thank you... I never could have accomplished this without you :D