Lying on the sheets, I still feel him. I push my bottom into the mattress, knees bent, legs apart, grinding the welts against the fabric. It hurts, just a little, but not like it did last night. Last night I was consumed by heat after my thirty-five minute, birthday spanking — one minute for every year. Last night, I slept curled on my side against him.
Tonight I am alone.
Earlier today, I remembered the vibrator that arrived in an unmarked box. I retrieved it and prepared it for later. All day it waited on my pillow. Now, with a triage of lit candles and the memories of last night, I am ready.
He dragged the chair into the middle of the room. He said, “come here,” and I came. He said “pull your pants down”, and I pulled them down. He said, “move your hands”, and I moved them so he could see.
I turn the dial on the remote and the vibrator glows red accompanied by a low hum. Its soft body finds the right spot and my tummy tingles. It is not like my other vibrators. Because it is small, it moves with me, leaving my hands free to explore. On low, it whispers against me, and I imagine his breath.
My elbows dug into the rug. I tucked my head between my arms and watched my breasts dangle and dance from his lap. He started slowly, methodically warming me as he wished me a happy birthday. He landed a few sharp smacks; my feet rose in defense. “Keep your legs down,” he said. But I couldn’t.
The vibrator has two flexible fingers. I position them so they straddle my clit and adjust the power to medium, then back to low, then up to high. I close my legs and hug it, arch my back and bear down on the still-tender sit spot. As I move, the vibrator pushes deeper. I want to pull away from it, withhold, make me beg. I switch the power to low to tease myself instead.
He held the belt in his hands. He traced it down my spine, sending a shiver from my neck to my exposed thighs as I perched on the chair. My bottom clenched intuitively. They began their serenade. “Happy birthday to you”, he sang. Thwap!, joined the belt as it struck my cheeks. It was a slow, measured duet that left me swooning.
I am no longer fighting it. The vibrator is on high. I mimic his fingers and then squeeze a lobe in my now slippery hand, feeling the pain, remembering how the belt bit my flesh. I remember how I cried out, “no!”, and now, I cry out, “yes!”
I shudder and climax.
Minutes later, I rise on shaky legs to wash my vibrator and myself. I reluctantly put it away with my other sex toys in the cabinet, pausing at the crops and paddles, promising myself that he will be here to witness my next release.
Product: Magic Dragon – bullet vibrator
Length: 4 1/2″
Control type: Control pack
Powered By: AA-2
Vrooms: 4 out of 5
Price: $19.99 and worth every penny
Available for purchase here.