One warm hand softly ghosted over my bare back; a loving touch... that landed, holding me gently across a solid, jeaned lap. The other hand slowly unclad its tender destination before delivering the first sharp swat.
A firm, warm
hand that always knows how to make me ever hotter.
Next was the biting
sting of the small wooden paddle, falling on an already flushed bottom and
sensitive upper thighs.
Then it was over. And all that was left was the
radiant afterglow... lingering there even now.... and then the vague sensation
of a whisper soft kiss soothing one tender cheek.