SLAP HAPPY

Sitting astride him, tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes glassy in bliss mode. He watched one tear glisten precariously from the tip of her exuberant left nipple. With his free hand he slapped it away, the sharp sound of flesh against flesh answered immediately by her high pitched squeal. His other hand palmed her right buttock, squeezing full force, trapping her already steaming skin in his unforgiving grip.

Rhythmically, she rocked her warm moistness against his pulsing shaft, his purpling glans roughly tickled by a hint of tomorrow’s stubble. The sight of his engorged tumescence, pale against the dark chocolate bareness of her inner thighs excited him feverishly.

She asked again, in a pleading, hushed whisper, “May I come, please, Sir?”

His palm rang out three quick responses against her damp brown-tipped breasts.

“Slap me,” he demanded.

“Please, no…Sir…I can’t.”

“Do not deny me. Slap me, slut,” using the word she loved most in moments of passion. “Slap me until you come.”

By the third time her small hand stung his right cheek, her tears again flowed freely and his cock stiffened with each sharp sound. She switched hands and slapped his left cheek, and he whispered, “Now.”

Her release coursed through her body like a consuming fire. Her hands dropping to his chest to support herself as she tilted her head towards the ceiling of the motel room. That tiny body shook convulsively as she ground her slick passion against his rigid heat. Her loins and legs still shook softly as she finally collapsed onto his thick chest. He answered her enthused and peaceful smile with his own tears.

The hurt he felt every time he granted her wishes for pain and tears always somehow confused his rationality before and after the fact but in her arms, witnessing the tranced-out bliss of her smile, the clinging embrace of her need made him feel her servant, made him feel worthy of her love.

“You always surprise me, Sir,” she cooed into his neck. "We are so good together." The flutter of her lips against his skin inspired a subconscious tightening of his perineum sending an ingasm of pure Kundalini energy up his spine, shaking underneath her for a hypnotic 40 long seconds that would resonate for a lifetime.

SMALL INSTRUCTIONS #5

As punishment for your not having read my previous message as of yet, tonight you will be forced to your knees, and as I take out my cock and stroke it in front of you, I may decide not to allow you to taste my warm tumescence. You must beg me for it with your eyes and if you aren't convincing enough I will punish you as I see fit. When I am through bringing you the pain that makes your body quiver with excitement, that hardens my stiffening wand to bursting, you will be requested to slowly ease your hand up my waiting ass. I want to feel your tiny hand inside me slowly coaxing my shivering body to respond. You will jerk and suck my cock down your waiting throat and when I am through having my pleasure satisfied you will receive a tender, deserved spanking until your tears are no longer yours but mine alone. Tonight, you are here for my pleasure. You will remember how you serve me and every day while I am gone, you will accept that your service will be missed and that when we next see each other all of our smoldering desire for each other will flow through us igniting the passion longed for over the miles.