| And it came --- a light, stinging slap to my ass. It didn't hurt, but it startled me, even though I had been expecting it. The second followed quickly, and then the third. The slaps were still light, but I could feel my cheeks reddening slightly, and I felt quite warm all over. As the slaps continued, I marveled at what was happening. birthday spanking I was letting Daniel spank me! No, I corrected myself, I was letting my Master spank me. And finally the word felt totally right. "Master," I whispered, too low for him to hear. But I didn't feel that I was "letting" him spank me. Rather, I had an odd feeling that he was in his right, in this spanking, and that I was receiving a deserved punishment. I wanted to be touched, and even this touch was better than none. In fact, I discovered that the growing heat on my backside was adding to my arousal, making me squirm on the horse. I was startled out of this self-contemplation by another smack on my ass, much harder than the previous ones. I winced and grasped the legs of the sawhorse. I felt sure that all I had to do was say "Stop", and Daniel (Master!) would stop immediately. |
