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Morning Paddle

March 7th, 2007


He started slow, but not easy. Never easy. Hard, firm swats
to each cheek with a little, precious little, time in between. With each swat
His cock bulged against my tongue and my moans and whimpers became more
frantic. After the first set, tears were flowing freely from my eyes.



At least three times last night I was woken by Masterâ??s warm
hands roving all over my body. At least twice His tongue was in my mouth as
well. Whispers of wanting to fuck me wafted to my ears between moans of
pleasure as His fingers found all the right spots.


My body, as youâ??ll hear so many submissives say, is His
canvas. His fingers and toys, the brushes. The paints are the invisible and
visible strokes He draws across my skin. The masterpiece? The hushed moans and
muffled screams that pour from my throat, a direct result of His attentions. And
He knows just how to get the combinations He wants.


Finally, it was morning. And He was wrapped up tight to my
back teasing my nipples so nicely that my pussy began to ache and my hips began
to writhe. I clenched my thighs together again and again with the hope that it
would alleviate some of the steadily growing throbbing between my legs. To no
avail. As I sit here typing to you, dear reader, my pussy is still dripping wet
even after a shower and my clit still fluttering with the want of an orgasm.


â??Turn over and put your lips on me, bitch.â?


And I did, first kissing His lips and then pressing my mouth
to His throat. He moaned and slid His leg between mine and I clung to Him with
desperation. His hand grasped the back of my head and pulled it tight against
Him so I couldnâ??t stop kissing and licking where my mouth was. And then He
allowed me to explore. His lips, His throat, His chest, His shoulders, His
arms, His face, my tongue danced and my lips nipped. His fingers teased and
tormented my flesh until I whispered, â??I want you to hurt me, Daddy.â?


He grabbed my hair and pushed my face to His cock and I
smiled before I wrapped my lips around His hardened shaft. I sucked while He
pinched and dug and clawed and slapped and I think He punched me a time or two.
I moaned and hissed and sucked and licked as my hips writhed in rhythm with my
sucking. One hand cradled His balls while the other supported my weight and
suddenly His hand was in my collar pulling me and pushing me faster and faster,
stealing my breath again and again. And then it stopped. And His voice
commanded me.


â??Go get me the paddle, cunt.â?


I sprung from the bed and walked quickly to the dresser,
pulling drawers open in an attempt to remember which one Iâ??d stashed it in. My
hand closed on the handle, the unforgiving wood, and a shudder went through my
body as I carried it to Him. It changed hands and I smiled again seeing His
cock just as ramrod straight as it was before I left Him.


He started slow, but not easy. Never easy. Hard, firm swats
to each cheek with a little, precious little, time in between. With each swat
His cock bulged against my tongue and my moans and whimpers became more
frantic. After the first set, tears were flowing freely from my eyes.


â??Donâ??t stop sucking that cock, bitch.â?


And between sobs I tried to suck harder.


The next set started, quicker this time, less time between
strokes, more strokes to each cheek before switching, and my ass lifted off the
bed but I didnâ??t stop sucking. I forced my hand to relax so I wouldnâ??t hurt His
balls and I tried to keep my ass out for Him but the dance with the paddle made
it impossible to be still.


And still, His cock hardened.


After the third or fourth set, He asked me if I liked it. I
shook my head no and He asked if it was making my pussy wet. As if on command,
juice from my cunt trickled down my lips and onto my thighs and I had to admit
that yes, my pussy was soaking wet. And He started again.


The sets got longer, faster, harder but always stopped just
as I started to worry that I couldnâ??t take anymore. And when I thought my ass
was getting used to it and numbing itself, Heâ??d change His pace and the
strength of the blows.


â??Are you still glad you asked me to hurt you?â?


I nodded and moaned, â??Mmhmm.â? with His cock crammed into my
mouth and then poked my ass out to indicate I was ready for more.


â??Do you want me to stop?â?


And I shook my head.


And He didnâ??t. Till He came. Set after set of the demanding
wood hardening, heating, reddening my flesh. Surprising pain mixed with
delicious pleasure spiraling me down into the depths of my submission.


â??Can you take it?â?


I nodded.


â??Do you want it?â?


God. Do I ever. Please, Master, can I have some more?

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