Short… and very sweet

[Si****]

The smell of patchouli incense wafts through the room caressing you with a touch softer than an enamored lover. "So you want spanked?" Red lights glow warmly from several indirect fixtures hidden behind the bed and a wooden screen, and atop glow warmly from atop the book shelves. Your lips remain together since you can't seem to stop biting lightly on the bottom one. "Umm" is the best you can do. The sound of the ocean drifts in through the windows. Waves breaking against the sand and odd rock outcropping on the beach, a few seagulls will occasionally call out to one another. Your naked body trembles beneath my fiery hot touch as my hands slip down the length of your legs. Taking your ankles firmly in hand yourself falling back onto the bed you had been backed up against. "have you been bad?" I continue lifting your legs even after your prone body lays spread out before. Cool air whispering across your most intimate of flesh. My eyes move over you in slow appreciation, their burning hunger and need growing more bright and wild with every inch of you I look upon. I place your ankles on my shoulders as a seagull’s cry pierces the night air. My hands slide down you long well-turned legs; one goes over the top of your leg as it gets to your thigh. The other goes down the back of your leg towards your bottom. "Bad girls need punished." the hand cupping your bottom pulls away, you can already feel the deliciously sharp sting across your cheek. Feel your body come alive, fluttering molten need churning in your depths just thinking about how I've spanked you before, thinking about how I spanked you within minutes of first meeting you. A long soft moan escapes your lips as your muscles tremble in anticipation. A light breeze rolls through the windows, stirring both the incense and the fabric that hangs from the ceiling all around the bed. A fingers and thumb slid up over the small mound they encounter, then downwards into bliss. Moist heat greets them; thick honey coats them in a matter of seconds. I quickly lift the hand to my mouth and take great pleasure in savoring the sweet taste of you. With a lusty dark grin spreads over my face as I return my hand back to your warm sweet lips. They already glisten invitingly with a thick coating of need. Fingers and thumb exploring each fold and depth with loving care, listening to every sound make, mapping out with devilish precision every spot that causes you to expel a moan or whimper. I savor each sharp intake of breath and your every muscle twitch as though I say taking a symphony performed by the greatest of maestros. My fingers open the folds of your beautiful blooming flower fully. The hand that you had so greatly hoped and expected to come down against your bottom and leave you revealing in sweet sexual ***... Never descends. Instead it goes up between us, and to you surprise doesn't touch you either. Curiosity getting the better of you, you look down the length of your body. To see my hand wrapped around the base of my cock. Your mouth actually opens into a large wide "O" as you’re filled with second thoughts gazing down at the large rock hard member that is swirly hurtling suddenly downwards to your opened arching flesh. Muscles tensing as you watch enraptured at the huge cock descend in slow motion. "Wait...no" is what you almost say. But you know you wouldn't have time and would only be rewarded with my rich deep laughter. You haven't time to do more than whimper however. My thick rod slams down against your trembling open lips. The whole of your sweetness and up across your gently curving mound is struck by me. I do not hesitate long enough for you think past the mind blowing bliss that envelops your being. It feels like a heated fireplace poker is battering away at the very core of your being. Again and again it slams down against your opened flower in a deliciously slow rhythm that reverberates through every cell of your body.