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Good Girl, Bad Knees
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As with previous stories, this is based on real life experiences. I’ll leave you to decide what is fact or fiction.
“Good Girl, Bad Knees” was printed on the tight black tshirt I was wearing in the latest photograph I sent him. I wondered if he had noticed I wasn’t wearing anything other than the tshirt. “Don’t worry, I’d planned using a spanking bench” he replied back almost immediately, setting the tone for our chat that day.
He knew that I was disappointed to not be able to make the social earlier on in the week, so had suggested that I join him at a club event that evening instead. The sensible side of my brain protested, I had been away from home all week and needed to sort the housework out but he countered every single reason I gave to not go out. “Housework and laundry is a Sunday task”, he reasoned. I still hesitated and resisted until he sent me a message telling me to get showered, put my favourite slutty underwear on and meet him there, followed by a gif of a spanking. The horny submissive part of my brain clicked into gear and I was powerless to resist.
Less than 2 hours later I was pulling up outside a dark building on an industrial estate. If I hadn’t been told what to expect, I would have thought it was the wrong location. I could see his car parked with an empty space next to it, smiling to myself knowing he had made sure I would be able to park easily. As I switched the engine off, he appeared and opened the car door so that I could get out easily. We smiled at each other, a shared look of intent for the evening. |
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He had already paid the entrance fee for us so lead me into the changing area, allowing me time to strip off the sensible outfit that I had worn for the drive and show off the slutty fishnet body stocking I had chosen to wear underneath. “Good choice” he said as I pulled on a black silk shift dress with spaghetti straps that just about covered my backside. I bent over to do up the straps on my velvet heels, giving everyone walking into the changing room a glimpse under the dress.
A brief guided tour ensued, my eyes widening at the dungeon area and my brain making a mental catalogue of all of the things that I wanted to experience in there. We wandered around for a while, chatting to people that we knew until we found ourselves back down in the dungeon watching others play. “I bet you would enjoy being in that cage” he whispered in my ear referencing towards a cage with bars and restraints. A gentle moan escaped from my lips telling him he was right without having to say a word and I could feel the wetness build between my legs.
“I do believe you suggested a spanking”, I finally managed to say. A smile from him, “I do prefer using a paddle but I don’t have one with me so it will just be hands, is that ok?” he asked, leading me over to the empty spanking bench. I removed my shoes and pulled my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor behind us and positioned myself on my knees, backside in the air in response, “I think that gives you my answer”. |
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“Good Girl, Bad Knees” was printed on the tight black tshirt I was wearing in the latest photograph I sent him. I wondered if he had noticed I wasn’t wearing anything other than the tshirt. "
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His hands caressed my backside, squeezing gently, each touch sending shivers through my body. He paused as I settled myself fully on the bench, legs slightly apart with knees on the padded supports and my arms resting by the side of my head. All I could see was the feet of the people walking past, occasionally stopping to see what was about to happen.
Thwack! His hand suddenly landed on my left cheek, an involuntary gasp released as the sensation from the initial impact radiated out. Before I could gather my thoughts, his hand landed again, this time on the right cheek. I had no concept of time as he continued his efforts, firm followed by a more gentle smack, targeting one side and then the other, occasionally stopping to knead, stroke and caress me. The heat from the impact spread and sent tingles throughout my body.
More feet stopped to watch, a mixture of shoes and heels, I had no idea who they belonged to but it didn’t matter. Straining my ears, I could hear low murmuring voices as discussions were taking place and comments were made about my reactions. The idea of people watching as my backside turned a shade of red encouraged the wetness between my legs to spread and I became desperate to be touched, wanting to feel his fingers trace along my clit and aching pussy. Instead, I felt nothing. He had paused. I held my breath anticipating the next strike, yearning for it when his gentle voice startled me. “Just making sure you are ok and happy to continue”, he whispered in my ear. I nodded and smiled at him, not trusting my voice or ability to form words. |
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“Good girl”. His words acted as a trigger and I slipped head first into wanton abandonment. Even the pain from the impact of his hand on my backside felt like pleasure as it coursed through my body. Every nerve was waiting for the next impact, the energy pent up in my tensed body looking for that moment of release. I struggled to breathe, with each intake of air catching in my throat in anticipation. I had no sense of time with no idea how long had passed since those words, all I could focus on was his hand as it continued to land on me, the strokes now spreading across my backside and the top of my thighs. My world had been reduced to the small space we shared and nothing else mattered.
His voice pierced through the bubble that existed in my head. “You ok? I’ve enjoyed that but I think we need to stop now.” The disappointment must have shown on my face as he explained further, “there is a reason I prefer a paddle, my hand is almost as red as your arse.” “Oh” I giggled, “sorry about that”. He helped me straighten up and get to my feet. I giggled again as the endorphins flooded my body and my other senses started to kick back in. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close, the reassurance and support that he knew was needed. “Let’s get a drink and give you a chance to recover” he said as he gathered my dress and shoes together before starting to guide me to the lounge area. |
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