Thursday, April 10, 2014

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: hands

(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)

When she felt Marcel sweep her long hair gently aside, and put his hand on the back of her neck, Elise felt the usual thrill go through her body. She brought her own hand up, and laid it atop his. She said to him, without words, by the simple, elegant sign of a gentle pressure of her fingers, that the hand she touched now with her own, the hand that only ten minutes before, in their hotel room, had spanked her backside such a blazing red that it had hurt Elise to sit down at this lovely table, so that she had not been able to restrain a little whimper--that that hand held her heart in its palm.

Marcel had spanked Elise for forgetting to wear the panties he had told her to wear. He had wanted to see her in the black lace thong he had given her specifically to have on at weddings, so that when Marcel got amorous, as he invariably did at such occasions, he would be able to take Elise to the cloakroom and bend her over behind the coats, lifting her skirt at the same time, and pull the thong from the valley of her backside, and enter her just as he liked. He enjoyed taking her while she was still in her underwear; now he would have to forego that pleasure because of her careless oversight. Certainly having her without panties at the reception had its own rewards, and Elise could expect his hand to be under her skirt, fondling her, all night, but the black thong was special, and he would miss it.

He told her to take off the inconvenient--though pretty--panties she had worn, and he pocketed them. Then he told her to get over the side of the bed, with her skirt up and her bottom pushed out. As he spanked her first with his hand and then with his belt, he told her about how important it was that her body be available to him adorned as he commanded. Then, as he told her, further, about how he hoped that not wearing panties that night would prove a salutary exercise in shame, that very same hand that had beaten her found out the arousal the beating had called to her secret places, and brought her to a moaning, shuddering climax.

In that gentle pressure of her fingers, then, Elise said, "Thank you, Sir."

(Photo via Sir DuĊĦan Gabrielson of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

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