Janice says:-
I adore being spanked if it is especially giving pleasure to my spankee. It stings of course but there is a certain divisor when the hurt can be made pleasurable; when you have an experienced spankee like I do in Sir. His real name is Keith but that is how I must address him when he sessions me.
And when the hurt becomes intense, a little stroking and spoiling numbs my bum and I lament being held steep over my spanker's lap so the he can enjoy full access of me. Occasionally though, for good measure he spanks me over one knee and sometimes across the arm of his huge black leather bound settee. I am at his mercy and often he gags me with my own soiled panties which serves to stifle my cries.
Keith loves to give me his regular spanking before a customary fucking which is nice. He takes me from the rear, directly after spanking when my bum is numb, and his balls slap against my flesh which is nice too.
He sticks his fingers between my ridge, stretches my bum cheeks apart and prods my quinny, making me moist. Then he sniffs to breathe in my scent, then tastes me, and my anus too, in a very slow and adoring way which sends electrical impulses up my spine
He then tells me I have been cooped up enough in my skin-tight blue jeans in which he loves to prime me up for spanking, that my bottom need some freedom and fresh air after having been confined my jeans. I adore it too when sometimes he chooses to spank and enjoy me in my red velvet skirt and then sniffs me up beneath my skirt like a dog I tell him he was probably a canine in his last life and he replies why should dogs have all the fun. But it is special always to feel his mouth exploring me there just after a sound spanking, when it is still numb and plum red, and to feel also his gentle licking over my contours.
He calls me his profound wench during our special love-in's but of course we are in a committed relationship which has been spurred on since we discovered the joy of spanking and such.
It is really nice feeling him strip me. He loves it when I wiggle to assist him drag my jeans down over my knees and over my feet. He grunts that he adores that certain feeling he gets down under when spanking, sniffing me and touching and me, and I see his bulge grow rapidly which is so nice because I know I am still needed and attracted by him and that is important to me. Then, once again, he instructs me to bend over his lap so he can venture the pleasure of what he calls my perfect butt, and once again I am affixed in that wonderfully thrilling punishment mode. This time he has me a bare assed which he really loves to explore and touch up before he refreshes the punishment, this time with the sole of his leather slipper. Whish is different but equally as thrilling once the initial sting has passed and it is numb again, he likes to stroke me with whatever implement he has chosen to spank me with and I never know exactly when he will bring it down upon my waiting rear.
The most exhilarating is the swish of the cane which creates a double sound, the swish and then the contact and that stings more than anything else. But I grit my teeth and know the reward will be worth it and so I endure the several canings he gives me. I am thinking as he beats me that soon he will pamper me to the extreme with the lovely deep massages he gives me, giving me the quality attention I have truly earned, and then the experience and feel of that scrumptious long fat penis working auspicial into my wet slipper quinny which he has just sucked so deeply. And usually afterwards, if I have been exceptionally good he gives me the added pleasure and thrill of an ass fuck which, although again it primarily stings, becomes wonderful as he persists to penetrate deep up inside. That is wonderful, I feel I belong to him and he nourishes every sinew of my body.
I have to confess I instigated our spanking mode. Whether it derived from my childhood when my mother used to spank me for being naughty I don't know. Keith and I met a year ago and our relationship soon developed into a very passionate affair. I loved and adored him and still do, except now the passion has become more infectious and stimulating because, being spanked and beaten makes Keith so very hot and aggressive. I was wary about asking him to cane me one day just after we'd share a wonderful mutual oral experience which was always so lovely. It was like I belonged to Keith and his every use of my body made me feel so much more part of him. I felt amorously comfortable. I felt absolutely wanted and loved. Thinking back I laughed when the first time he used a cane on me, and after the first few lashes it snapped, he was so very concerned that he had overshot the mark. But it was fine and I told him so. My bum was tender and not geared up for the sudden beating, but I wanted that and told Keith quite specifically that is what I wanted, so long as he did too and he got as much excitement and thrill out of it as I did. But what made that day perfect, and that was even before the feverish fucking afterwards, because he had lost himself spanking me and his concentration was so very deep; I knew he liked what he was doing, and was not just doing it to please me, because that would never have worked. Keith and I made a vow that anything we did not enjoy in the mode of our relationship; we had to be entirely honest with each other and say if we didn't like it.
Although when it came to the fucking I could have taken that until the cows came home, I had become besotted with the smell, taste and fuck of him and I could keep going just as long as he wanted me, whether that was by back or front. I was forever primed for him and had sucked his spunk as many times as he had spanked me, usually after fucking but sometimes before, whatever he wanted, I was his wench through and through, his slut, his brazen hussy, whatever he wanted to call me.
In that mode I knew I could enjoy him as dirtily as I liked, and I very much liked. I'd rub my tits all over his cock and balls, using that language as I did so and then my wet dripping quinny, then I'd suck his cock deep throat and feel its throb in my mouth as I ravaged it until it came like a proverbial volcano, spurting into my mouth and dribbling over his balls. Enabling me to lick them dry and swallow his beautiful semen.
It was a special relationship we both enjoyed so very much and all that, combined true loving, was absolutely perfect.
It may seem odd to anyone who cannot perceive sexual enjoyment through spanking, that by discovering Keith enjoyed being the spankee made my day. I felt then I could be all ass for him any way he wanted. There was so much to look forward too and his fucks afterwards were that more stimulating, especially after his impulsive urge to massage my soundly spanked plum red contours after the punishment, and following his lengthy, oral digestion deep into my crease, that gorgeous feeling of his mouth and tongue really sucking and licking my very all down under.
