It was finally the time of the night I’d been eagerly awaiting.
The snaps at the front of my dress were each pulled apart one by one until it was removed.
His hand was at my back, guiding me to bend over the edge of the bed.
Then his hand lightly rubbed my bottom before delivering a hard smack.
I jumped a little upon impact as I got acclimated to the hardness of his hands.
The swats came down hard and fast as I squirmed from side to side.
I got on all fours on the bed as he rubbed up against me.
His hand was now at my back, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside.
He kept spanking me with one hand while the other grasped at my breasts and twisted my nipples.
He leaned forward and asked me how I was doing.
“Gooood,” I mumbled with a smile.
He pulled down my panties and stood behind me with his flogger in hand.
It hit me with a thud that pushed my body forward into the bed.
Over and over and over.
The rhythm became comforting as I zoned out a bit.
Left to right, left to right, the falls struck every inch of my bottom.
I could feel I was reddening up and tried to stay in place.
He returned to my side and soothed my sore bottom.
His hands cupped my breasts and he asked again how I was doing.
“Very good,” I said as I turned my head to kiss him and reciprocate my pleasure.