All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…

{NSFW} 05. If you don’t ask, you don’t get

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Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience?

In 2001, a few months after Louise and I got together, I wrote her a story as a present. This story was called ‘Phantasmagoria’ and consisted of a series of vignettes revolving around the early months of a blossoming relationship. Some of the vignettes were based on actual events, some were pure fantasy, others romantic drama whilst one seemed to channel my inner Benny Hill. Although I eventually opted for a completely fantasized spanking story to show this side of my personality, I originally wrote a piece inspired by the first time I spanked Louise.

This piece, buried on the internet for over a decade, was originally written in 2001. Although I’ve cleaned it up grammar wise (there was a your/you’re and several apostrophe errors)  and changed a few bits and pieces so people know what’s happening, I’ve left the bulk of the text as I wrote it all those years ago.This lack of editing, by the way, has nothing to do with the stonking headache I’ve had raging all day. ;)

So not only is this an account of my first kinky sexual experience, it is also an amusing example of how badly I used to (possibly still do?) write.

~ If you don’t ask, you don’t get ~

She was wearing a denim blue skirt that she had made for herself in Melbourne, months before we’d met. It stretched from her curvaceous hips to hide every millimeter of her legs, down to her ankles. I knew she was wearing her purple underwear as I’d watched her pull them on that morning; teasingly wiggling her bottom in my direction knowing full well the thoughts that would fill my mind when she did.

From where I was sitting, leaning against the wall under the window, I could see the curve of her buttocks as she lay stretched out on the carpet before me; her eyes staring up at me waiting for an answer. She caught where my eyes were looking and gave her rear another wiggle, smirking as she did.

“You and my ass,” She smiled, rolling onto her back to hide the object of my gaze. “So…?

Instead of her butt, my eyes rested on her breasts, sinking toward her chin beneath an orange T-Shirt. She always took her bra off when she didn’t need it on, and lolling around the flat at nine in the evening was not worthy of such restriction.

“I don’t know,”

“Yesssss, you do,” She said, hissing out the s like a flirtatious snake goading her victim. “What do you want to do to me tonight? Whatever you desire, master,”

A few weeks earlier I’d tied Louise to the bed. I’d teased her nearly an hour before finally plunging myself deep inside her to bring on her release. Half way through that time I’d rolled her onto the back and struck her naked buttocks with a swift, sharp, smack. She’d squealed, pulling at the bonds on her wrists and clenching her cheeks as a pink hand print appeared. “Oooh,” She moaned as I began massaging her cheeks and slipping two fingers between her legs. “No-one’s ever spanked me like that,”

A few days later, as we were lying in bed, we wrote a list of all the things we wanted to do to each other; tie Addy up, ice-cubes, candle wax, vibrators, spanking. The moment I said the word she lowered her pen and looked up at me. You really like that one, don’t you?

Those seven words had prompted me to tell her about my fetish. All the things I’d only ever shared online spilled out. Over the following days she asked questions, poked for more detail, became confused and flustered, read parts of The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, watched a couple of spanking videos I had stashed on the computer and asked more questions. She was curious; it was something she’d never thought about before, something that intrigued her.

Pushing myself from the wall I positioned my head over hers and gave her a long, slow, deep kiss. She bit my lip as I tried to pull away, dragging me back for more, before finally releasing me. “Yummy,” She smacked her lips. “You can say it, you know?”

She knew what I wanted to do to her. She knew every time I checked out her ass. Every time I got a hard on when she bent over, wiggled her posterior or let me squeeze it whenever I kissed her. “Could I?”

“You won’t know unless you ask?” She smiled.

“Could I…” I paused, the word tripping on my tongue. “Could I spank you?”

“Yesssssss, massssssster,” She hissed with a grin.

Given this was my first relationship, and it was only a few weeks old, I had yet to tire of watching her undress. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stood a meter or so away and began slowly disrobing. With slow, deliberate movements she eased the orange T-shirt from her torso and tossed it across the room. As she turned back her breasts bounced and she smirked at my ogling them; massaging her hands over each orb of flesh and squeezing them firmly. I watched the flesh squeeze through the gaps in her fingers and craved to do the same. Releasing them as quickly as she grabbed them she bent over slightly to unhook the waistband of her dress and eased it off her hips to drop to the floor. Through the flimsy purple material I could see her mound of pubic hair teasing out the top of her underwear. After kicking the skirt across the room her fingers slid to the waistband of her underwear and teased them off her V, flashing me more hair before spinning around to display her magnificent posterior.

“Stop,” I commanded.

She glanced over her shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “Yesssssss, massssssster?”

“Come here,” With slow steps she moved backwards until she was centimeters from me. “Bend over,”

Slowly, she obeyed. Her bottom pushed toward me, the cotton sliding up the crevice between her cheeks as the muscles tightened. As her hands touched the floor I raised mine and ran them slowly from the back of her knees to the cleft of flesh where her ass met her thigh. I pinched, hard, and she jumped up in surprise. Without warning I gave her right cheek a quick slap and ordered her to stay in position.

Ever so slowly she bent back over, expecting me to pinch her again, which I did. Between thumb and forefinger I squeezed the flesh of her buttock until she squirmed on the spot, gasping at the pain. Releasing it, I gave her another sharp smack before slipping my hand between her legs and levering my fingers under her flimsy underwear. She was already moist, deliciously so, and my fingers plunging insider her only served to increase her desire. Pushing her bottom backwards to take in as much of me as she could she stumbled on her feet, my hand lifting to grab her left buttock in support.

As I moved my fingers deeper inside her I leant forward and bit her buttock, nipping the flesh between my teeth and causing her to gasp again. In a flash I pulled my fingers from her and ordered her to turn around.

Rising from the bed I let my hands slide up her body to come to rest over her breasts. As she had moments before I squeezed hard as I leaned in for a kiss. Her flesh was as soft as dough; smooth and supple in my hands. Releasing her breasts I danced my fingers down her spine and teased her buttocks with gentle, swirling movements of my finger.

“I’m going to spank you, my dear,” I whispered into her ear. “And then I’m going to fuck you. Hard,”

“Yessss, masssster,” She went to bite my neck but I pulled away.

“Take them off,” I said, tapping her underwear clad bottom. “Now,”

The moment she had them at her ankles she kicked them across the room and turned back to me. Before she could meet my gaze my hand returned to her vagina, two fingers disappearing inside her to tease the ribbed flesh hidden within. Her knees trembled as my thumb pressed her clitoris, shivers ricocheting up her spine as I pulled her toward the bed and over my lap.

She stretched her hands over her head and grabbed the side of the mattress, pressing down hard on my hand to take as much of me as she could. I could feet her wetness on my thigh, feel her gyrate over my hand as I moved my fingers deeper inside her.

Her bottom rose and fell over my lap, her cheeks clenching, wobbling, as I began massaging the flesh. I had wanted this for so many years. But now I had it I wasn’t sure if I had the confidence to do it. I could easily flip her over and drive myself deep inside her. I was already rock solid and ready to go but…

Her buttocks were beautiful. This feature was one of the first I’d noticed on her, my eyes drawn to them as she walked from the bitter outdoor cold into the toasty, fire warmed lounge of the hostel. From the moment I’d watched them disappear into the building I’d wondered what it would be like to feel them. To run my hands over the smooth flesh. To squeeze them as I kissed her. To spank them.

As she lay over my lap that night I was doing all but the latter, my hands exploring every millimeter but refusing to smack it. “It’s okay, Andrew,” She moaned, turning her eyes to meet mine. “I don’t mind,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yesssssss,” She squirmed as I tickled her clitoris. “Oh fuck, yesssssss!”

Patting her mountain of flesh, feeling it sink and rise beneath my hand, I lifted my arm into the air and brought my cupped hand down to slap her right cheek. It wobbled on impact and she let out a giggle. A second smack was a little harder, this time my uncupped hand bounced of her cheek with a crisp smack. She moaned, lifted her butt higher and thrust her hand back to find my penis. Gripping it firmly she began pumping slowly, squeezing me tighter and tighter.

For a third time I smacked her. And a fourth. And a fifth. None of them were hurting her; none of them were even making an impact. All of them felt delicious; my hand bouncing off her firm behind with an intoxicating slap of flesh on flesh. For the sixth slap I struck fingers apart, right in the middle of her cheeks, ten times harder than the rest. The SMACK that echoed around the room was deafening and in seconds a red palm print flared onto her flesh as she squealed in surprise. “Oh, ow, wow!”

A seventh slap, just as hard, caused a louder yelp and she responded by moving her hand faster, her grip tightening. My initial hesitation a distant memory I unleashed an eighth slap that had her jumping on my lap and wiggling her bottom at the stinging slap. There were now three handprints branded on her skin, the redness one of the most arousing things I’d ever seen.

Grabbing her hip I pushed her off my knee and onto her back, pulling her hand from my penis I dived between her legs. The reaction as my tongue hit her genitalia was immediate. Both knees rose from the bed and hugged around my body, pulling me closer into her. Her hand slapped onto my head and clawed at my scalp whilst mine found her breast and squeezed so tight I left finger prints.

As fast as I’d thrown myself into her I pulled back, flipping her onto her knees I wiped her juices from my mouth and nose. Seeing her fumble for the condoms we had on the side I kept the momentum with my finger until I was protected and free to drive myself deep inside her.

Watching her buttocks as we pounded harder and harder I could still make out the handprints, the red flesh thrilling every corner of my kinky mind. As she rode closer and closer to climax I began slapping her again, light, playful slaps that sent flesh wobbling and squeals gasping until, for the very first time, we both erupted at the exact same moment before collapsing into a hot, sweaty, mess.

Written:
 28 March 2001
 Inverness, Scotland

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One thought on “{NSFW} 05. If you don’t ask, you don’t get

  1. I absolutely loved this post. The descriptiveness suited me immensely. Thank you very much for posting it.

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