I tell him to get the paddle. He returns to where I am sitting on the edge of the bed, kneels before me and offers it up to me. I smile at him, he gives me a cheeky look back.
“Spanking, baby…” I announce, unnecessarily.
“But… but… I’ve been a good boy!” he mock-protests, his eyes wide. He is funny.
I cup his face to me and kiss him gently, he leans into it, and I feel his body relax at the familiar intimacy.
To set the scene, I have to describe what I am wearing because it makes me laugh and shatters those illusions of ‘The Dommeliness’. I have on pyjama pants, royal blue pirate pants with skull and crossbones all over them, we have declared them ‘scary’ in their very pirateness, I have a Mr Grumpy t-shirt on, and Mr Clever woolly socks… I don’t have a thing about Mr Men, it just turned out that way, and yes, I shall hand in my Dommie McDomme card any minute now… along with the secret decoder ring. As for my boy, he is wearing stripy pyjama pants, a t-shirt, my collar.
I take Mr Grumpy off, and slip my pyjama pants down my legs, I want to feel every inch of his skin against me. He waits before me, watching quietly. I touch him under his t-shirt, sliding the fabric up and he lifts his arms so that I can slip it over his head, his gesture is childlike and sweet. I pat my lap and he lays his body across my thighs, heavy and warm. I reach to pull his pants down so that they are around his knees, exposing his arse to me. I pull him tight against me, my stomach against his side, his cock (mine) and thighs against my leg. I enjoy his solid warmth and stroke the skin of his back, down to his rounded cheeks over and over, touching his warm smooth skin.
I start with my fingers, stroking and tapping gently against his arse for a short while before delivering a hard slap to his right cheek. I feel his body jump a little at the first one, a shock even though he knows it’s coming. Then I start to spank him in earnest, concentrating on the sound and feel of him under my hand. I smack him in rhythmic spurts… slap-pat-slap-pat-SLAP-SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP-pat-pat… then again, and again, each time a little different. His skin warms under my hand, he starts to make soft “ow” noises as his skin becomes sensitive, even though I know there is no real pain in it… his body sways with each strike. I use different rhythms to give my hand a rest, it hurts me if I hit too hard for too long, I am delicate like that, but I enjoy very much the skin-on-skin contact and am reluctant to use the paddle. He curls against me, and I realise he is trying to get his mouth on my leg, I widen my knees and feel him nuzzle and kiss my thigh as I continue to spank his arse, I feel his lips form the “ow” sound against my skin, I feel the little expulsion of air when I hit him particularly hard.
When my hand gets a little sore, I smack him gently down the line from his crack to his balls, he widens his stance to give me better access and makes sounds of pain at the gentle slapping to those sensitive spots, his body rocks against me, his cock hard against my thigh. I don’t use the paddle, I spank him until my hand is red and sore and his arse feels hot under my fingers. I finish by pulling him close against me, stroking him down, petting his hair, leaning over him, covering him with my body to get as much contact as I can against him.
When I tell him to kneel up, he does so slowly, his face is open, dazed, soft, he is made small by this, spanking makes him feel vulnerable and exposed. I pull him close close close, he wraps his arms around me, both of us trying to get as much contact as possible, we stroke and kiss for a long time and finally tumble into bed.