Visual inspirations for spanking stories: Tuscany

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Paolo called Anna to him, across the patio that overlooked the rolling hills covered in little vineyards. When she stood right in front of him, dressed in her exquisite gown and ready for the party, he said, "Put your hands on my shoulders."

Smiling, Anna obeyed. Paolo look up at her beautiful face, and took the hem of her dress in his right hand, and raised it to her knees, to her thighs, higher. . . until he could touch her where he loved to think Anna was always waiting for him.

Paolo knew he would find no panties there, because he had confiscated her panties himself only an hour before. He touched; he claimed. Anna bent forward, biting her lower lip and looking down into his eyes, trying to yield herself to his hand as fully as she could.

"Why so wet?" Paolo asked with a mischievous smile.

"You know why," Anna whispered back. "You know how I get after a spanking."

"Ah, but that was supposed to be a punishment, was it not?"

Anna laughed, softly. "For wearing clothes so beautifully, yes."

"Indeed," Paolo replied. "As I said, when you wear your clothes so beautifully, I cannot think of anything but having you."

"So you took my panties, and spanked me over your knee, yes. And now I cannot move without thinking of your big hands, and the way they claim me for your own."

Then Paolo claimed her with his hand, even more forcefully, and Anna cried out, and threw her head back. She clung to his shoulders, as if she would fall, and rode his hand shamelessly, with her eyes closed, as Paolo looked up at her, thinking that really they didn't have to go to the party.

(Photo via Bella Bella of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)