The man I’ve been seeing for the last few months is older and a bit dominant. I like him a lot, but he certainly likes to take control sexually. He asked me if I’d ever been spanked, or had I had a boyfriend that punished me in any way. I said not really, but I was open to such things if he wanted to try them. Oh boy, he wanted to try them alright, I learned. He came home one night with something in a bag, a long bag with the name of a saddlery place on it. I glanced at it and wondered what on earth it was. I didn’t have to wonder long.
He pulled a riding crop out of the bag and said he intended to use it on my ample ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. He commanded me to get undressed and get on all fours on the bed. I did as I was told. Elbows down, ass up, face in the pillow turned sideways. He practiced a few times, swinging it through the air. I could hear the swish, swish sounds as it cut through the air. I knew my ass was about to be next.
He asked if I was ready and said I was going to get six lashes, three on each ass cheek. I flinched when the first one hit me. They were over before I knew it. I felt the stinging of my skin and wondered if I’d have raised welts there the next day. I didn’t mind it actually. He said this was just a warm up, there would be more to come, so he hoped I was prepared. I must admit, I’m kind of looking forward to see what comes next. I have a feeling I’m going to like it.
