Illustrated Spanking Fetish Story

Spanking Antonia should have proved to be an enjoyable task, after all, she had requested it, desired it, but it took a little more effort than I anticipated.

‘Bend over’. It was a simple enough command but she seemed to have trouble interpreting it. I let the strop fall lightly across her left cheek. There was a rewarding smack as it contacted the firm flesh hidden beneath the thin black dress that offered little protection. “Ow,” she yelped. “You mean bend over?” She looked at the chair.
I said nothing.
She slowly bent forward and grasped the back of the chair. The thin dress flowed around her revealing the peach like outline of her behind.

“Lift your dress,” I ordered.
She looked for a moment as if she was going to protest, glanced at the strop and then the decision to submit seemed to seep through her. She pulled the material up to reveal a small triangle of black silk held only by string thin black straps. The scanty G-string offered no protection to the firm rounds of her behind.
I drew my hand back and paused as I heard her gasp.
“You are sure?”
She nodded.

Earlier she had confided that she had never been spanked. Would I help her find out what it felt like? She was sure it would be a turn on. She was about to find out.

My arm swung in a wide arc and my palm contacted with firm flesh. She smiled. I drew my hand back again and delivered a second stroke that yielded a satisfying crack and sent ripples through her.
There was no sound. No yelp. I brought my hand down harder, My palm tingled but she barely gasped. Her expression revealed enjoyment. I wrenched her tiny knickers down as if the thin strands of material were offering some defence. “Elbows on the seat of the chair,” I commanded. She bent forward her ass forming inviting curves as her coffee cream skin stretched over the muscles.
“Lower.”

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I picked up the strop and let it descend with as much force as I dare. This time she gasped.
Another strike. There was a low cry. We were now hovering on the point between pain and excitement. The desire for the arousal each contact stimulated balanced against the dread that the next might push her into the consummation of her submission.

She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled and winced as the blows landed. Eventually, sensations overtook her. She turned her face to the back of the chair, her back arched and she lifted her head to let out a satisfied howl as she abandoned herself to her desire.

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