Needs

[mischief_managed]

He met her at the door, a look of desire on his face and pulled her close, hugging her, his mouth searching for hers. His tongue plunges into her mouth, devouring her as he crushes her to him in a loving embrace.
It’s been too long since they have had any time together and he shows her just how much he has missed her. She sighs contentedly, her own tongue dancing in rhythm with his as she feels his hand start to smack her jean- clad bottom.
He swats her over and over, as he continues to kiss her passionately, finally stopping when
she is gasping with lust and pain. He takes her by the wrist and leads her to their room, the interrogation room as she calls it. It is devoid of furniture, save one lonely wooden straight back chair
set in the center of the room.
Shutting the door he looks at her as she nervously fidgets, looking down at the floor. He tilts her chin up and kisses her softly, then whispers, “Go to your corner.”
Her pussy twitches with excitement, but her pride causes her to groan out loud for which she receives a sharp slap to her bottom.
Hurrying to the corner she places her nose almost against the wall and settles her hands on her back, just above her bottom.
He takes his suit jacket off, watching her, admiring her submission, knowing she is embarrassed to be standing in the corner like a naughty little girl, and yet she longs for this punishment from him.
He walks up behind her, raising her arms, pinning them against the wall with his left hand and starts spanking her with his right. Sharp, hard smacks over her jeans, her arms held firmly in place.
By the time the spanks stop she is squirming and gasping. He kisses the back of her neck as he stands behind her pressing into her. His fingers fumbling with her belt, then the button on her jeans and finally the zipper. He continues to kiss her neck, ears, shoulders, as he pulls her jeans and panties down eliciting a soft cry of lust from her.
Her moans of lust are soon replaced by yelps as he steps back and starts spanking her bared
bottom. The sound of the quick, hard spanks fill the room along with her cries of pain. Her hand
flies down off the wall to try to protect her bottom and he tells her to put it back.
Finally, his hand needing a break, he pulls her from the corner and into his arms, kissing her, slowly, passionately. Breaking, he pulls her back a little to look into her eyes, to share the passion he feels for her, and then just as quickly begins kissing her as he again renews spanking her.
His right hand punishing her left cheek until she is in tears. She tries to break from his embrace to no avail. Tries to cover her bottom only to have his left hand grasp hers as the spanks continue.
Relief floods her as she willingly accepts this punishment, yielding to the pain and his dominance over her. Realizing she has no choice but to accept causes her pussy to throb with need.
This is what she wants, no, needs actually. To be able to give up control. To just feel. No thinking. No struggling. Just feel.
She pulls away from his kiss long enough to gasp out one word. A word said so softly, so full of emotional need he cannot deny her. “Please”, she begs.
He whispers to her “Come for me” as he continues to spank. She screams softly as the orgasm hits her, hard. Her head falls back and her knees buckle as he grabs her holding her, kissing her neck, biting her ears as wave after wave washes over her.
They stand there for what seems an eternity for her. He is stroking her hair, his hand resting on her bottom and he whispers in her ear “Are you ready for your spanking now?"

[Come_Here_Yng_Lady]

This is really good renee ...well written ... I enjoyed reading it.

[f_deserves_the-paddle]

I liked it very much, ready for more!