to being treated with respect. That is why I initially fell for
Jonathan. He was such a gentleman and he treated me as
an equal. But I soon learned that there was another side to
Jonathan the perfect gentleman. A darker and violent side.
When I visited him at his beautiful house
he kept his hand
on my bottom cheek when we walked up the
stairs. It kind
of turned me on, especially since I was wearing
a very tight
skirt and only a string bikini under that.
Then, as we got to
the top of the stairs, he placed a sharp
smack on my ass.
I was shocked and outraged, but Jonathan
just took me in
his arms and rubbed my burning behind
gently. I calmed
down very fast, especially when his hand
slipped under my
skirt. His caresses between my thighs
made me get wet.
My face was flushed with shame and desire.
I managed to
moan a lustful "Yes" when Jonathan told
me that I behaved
like a slut. He told me that he was going
to spank my ass.
Jonathan slowly raised my skirt over my hips. My bottom
was bared. Jonathan put his left arm around my waist and
ran his hand over my ass cheeks. I was unbelievably hot.
Then Jonathan started to spank me for real.
His hand felt
as hard as iron, he smacked and slapped
my behind until
the pain made me shriek. After five minutes
my bottom felt
like on fire, yet he continued to spank
and smack my ass.
"Fuck me!" I couldn't believe my own words.
"Fuck me, oh,
fuck me, Jonathan!" I was begging to be
taken like a slut.
He told me to lean against the wall and
to stick out my red
ass. I did, then I watched Jonathan take
off his leather belt.
To my disbelief he doubled up his belt
and took aim at my
sore bottom cheeks. I got several cracking
lashes before
he finally made love to me, right there
in the hallway. From
that day on I was hooked on getting spanked
by my lover.
Now I get over his lap almost daily. I
just can't get enough!
