Laughter, pain, pleasure – yes please!

I love how my Dom and I incorporate pleasure and pain in our playtimes, but I also so value our ability to laugh together.  I think this scene provides a decadent melee of all three

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I lay in my Dom’s arms, my head resting on his chest, feeling resplendent with a pussy full of his cum.  We recovered and whispered and stroked each other, just enjoying the wonderful closeness

And then he made a cheeky comment.  I can’t even remember his words now, just the fun it led to.  I feigned shock and threatened to use the crop on his cute arse

I made to get up, but he was too quick for me, grabbing my wrists in his big hands.  I struggled fighting back, trying to free myself from his grasp, my legs kicking at him

He shook his head at me as he rolled me over onto my back, looming over me as he pinned my wrists to the bed.  “You were saying?”, he enquired with a mixture of firmness and humour

My teeth closed on the flesh of his upper arm.  In return, he nuzzled into my neck, tickling at me.  He knows I loathe being tickled.  I squealed and pleaded with him to stop

He released me and let me look for the crop.  I knew it was somewhere as he had used it extensively all over my naked body earlier.  I scampered naked around the room, look for the damn thing.  He infuriated me with child-like comments when I was getting warmer or colder reflecting my closeness to the punishing implement

“Enough” he eventually commanded, the Dom voice very much back in evidence.  “Hands and knees on the end of the bed”.  I had no option except to obey my Dom.  But I kept my eyes on him as he reached down and closed his fingers around the crop tucked away underneath the edge of the bed

I growled.  He looked at me reproachfully

He moved towards me, brandishing the toy

I whimpered

His hands stroked my bare bottom appraisingly

Then came that moment when he takes his hands away, when I know exactly what is to follow

As soon as I heard the swoosh of the crop through the air, I felt the resulting sting on my left buttock.  A second sting following quickly on the other cheek.  I cried out with the sharp pain

Four more lashes landed in quick succession.  “It hurts Daddy”, I moaned pleadingly

“I know, Little One” he said as he stroked my back.  “And after all this time, I know what you are really craving”

He moved to the middle of the bed, positioning himself comfortably against the pillows and he patted his lap for me.  I smiled happily and quickly moved to my position, laying across his lap

My bottom was already a little tender, but I felt awash with excitement and nervous anticipation for my spanking.  He squeezed my butt cheeks, reinforcing the tenderness and building my arousal

And then he was ready, and his hand moved back and slapped hard on the first cheek and then the second

He delivered a downpour of spanks across my butt cheeks and my upper thighs

Sometimes alternating, sometimes focusing on one side for a while

Sometimes hard and slow, sometimes in quick succession

Sometimes he paused, roughly mauling the soft flesh of my bottom with his hands

I was crying out with the shock

I was tensing in anticipation of each stinging slap

I was whimpering with the pain

I was writhing in his lap

I was moaning with my arousal

I was grabbing at his thigh, needing his support

Until he was satisfied

He told me what a good girl I have been and reassured me

He delighted in the sight of my bottom

Once I was ready to stand, he instructed me to move to the mirror and admire the redness.  The marks from the crop standing out more pronounced against the glowing flesh

I relished in how pleased he was with me

I cherished the look of adoration in his eyes

He arranged a towel out over one half of the bed and encouraged me to lay face down on it.  “Now for your reward, Kitten”

I felt the delicious sensation as he trickled almond oil up and down each of my legs.  A sigh of delight escaped my lips

He started to massage me, his hands rubbing at my muscles, his fingers teasing at my needy flesh.  He moved up and down my legs, my hips were rocking as he worked over my inner thighs

As he moved higher, his fingers brushed against my sex.  My moans were audible in the quiet room

He paused, drizzling the oil onto my bottom

He massaged my aching behind, causing flames of pain and pleasure to lick across it again

His fingers dragged between my pussy lips.  The stimulation exactly what I craved but gone all too quickly.  I whimpered in frustration

The thrilling fact that my pussy was still filled with his cum did not escape either of our minds

Then more oil, drooled all over my back and shoulders.  I giggled at the coldness of it against my hot flesh.  His big hands gorgeously slippery as he massaged me.  I could feel any tension melting away.  Yet the aching need between my thighs intensified

Eventually he rolled me over and started again with my legs.  I could not help but spread them wider as he massaged, desperate for his fingers between them.  Every caress of my thighs stimulating me further

Again, his fingers brushed my pussy but not enough to trigger the release I so craved.  Then over my stomach, until reaching my chest.  I trembled as he began to oil my full breasts, my hips unable to remain still on the bed

His fingers found my nipples and his touch became rougher, giving me exactly what he knew I needed.  I heard him whisper “Good Girl”, as he pinched and twisted hard.  I came undone, knowing those words granted me permission.  My climax spilled from me in a mess of my ragged breathing, cries of his name and a squirt of my juices

I opened my eyes again and saw my smile reflected in his.  I watched as his hands trailed back over my stomach, pausing just above my pussy.  I bucked my hips and could not help but plead, “Please Daddy”

He laughed softly but obliged.  He spread my pussy lips and his fingers began drawing tight circles around my clit.  “Oh yes” I moaned, my teeth biting into my lower lip with the intensity of the pleasure.  He rubbed at my clit and I cried out, my back arching, hips frantically grinding against his fingers.  My juices spilled once again

As the waves of that orgasm subsided, his fingers pushed roughly into me, my pussy already soaked.  They thrust hard, curling inside me, finding that most intimate pleasure point.  I screamed, I grabbed at the sheets, I grabbed at him.  The intensity rocked my whole body with ultimate gratification

He held me as I lay there, an exhausted whimpering mess.  As I recovered, I still wanted more, but I also wanted him to feel the same luxurious sensuality of someone enjoying rubbing against your body

I asked him to roll onto his front and I climbed on top, straddling his buttocks.  I leant forward, pressing my oiled breasts against his back.  I started to rock my hips, so my breasts would rub up and down his back

I enjoyed the feel of my oily skin slipping backwards and forwards against his broad back.  I could feel the soft moans escaping from his mouth, telling me he was enjoying the sensations just as much.  I pushed my hips down harder, delighting in the feel of my nipples brushing against him

He also knew how much I was enjoying grinding against him and through his moans I heard his delicious words.  “Cum for me, Little One.  Soak my arse with your juices, let it run down onto my balls”

I pushed my arse up a little, allowing my clit to be more exposed and I bucked harder against him.  My nails gripped his back as my delicious pleasure flowed, soaking him just as he requested

As I rolled him over, it was very clear he was fully recovered from his first ejaculation and I took my pleasure from him again and again

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