Count

Your submission I must see
Knowing you belong to me
As I take you over my knee
Now count as I spank,
“one…two…three…”

You’re craving your fix
Of pain and pleasure intermixed
Getting your forty licks
Now count as I spank,
“four…five…six”

In fate’s grand design
The stars were aligned
When you became mine
Now count as I spank,
“seven…eight…nine”

Can I hear an amen
When I get to number ten
You lose count and then
Count as I spank,
As we begin again

©AC Elliott, 2015

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The Patient Man (Part 2)

Paul couldn’t help but admire the view as he approached her. The way she was spread open for him was so inviting, and in many ways, quite distracting. It would be easy to just relent, and admit defeat, just to be inside of her. But, he could be just as stubborn as she was intent on being, besides…it wasn’t a part of the plan.

Stay focused, he thought to himself, this is going to be a long, fun night.

As he stepped up to her, he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed ass cheeks. He smiled, tracing the red welts gently with his fingertips, and watched the fire get brighter in her eyes. Their time had started much earlier in the evening, even before they had entered the room at all. In fact, her being in the swing was the second part of the night.

While they were becoming more comfortable being in each other’s presence, up until that evening, there had been no impact play at all. Not that he hadn’t wanted there to be any, they just took their time building up to that moment. Their days had been spent getting to know one another, and take in the local sights, while their nights had been spent getting to know one another on a more intimate level.

Then, what had started as heavy petting during an early evening quickie, escalated to another level entirely when he had smacked her bare ass playfully. That one smack had flipped a switch in them both, igniting their desire for much more. He could still see the look in her eyes after that first smack, and how she arched her back, raising her backside up for more.

He had been more than willing to oblige too, bringing his hand down on the other cheek tentatively testing the water. The look she threw him had said volumes, more than anything she could have said verbally. More, harder, the fiery look read as she wiggled her ass seductively, and that was all he needed to know.

Soon after, Paul was beating a steady tattoo on her round cheeks, watching them turn red as her yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He loved the feel of her flesh beneath the palm of his hand, and the resulting sting from each hard smack. The smell of her arousal permeated the room as moisture began forming on her folds.

Pausing, he slipped his long fingers between her folds, and sheathed them in her velvet embrace with a single thrust. The urge to take her right then had been overwhelming to say the least, especially when he felt her clasp hard around his fingers. However, she must have seen the glint in his eyes when she looked over her shoulder at him.

“The room,” was all she said, and they both knew what that meant.

Now, here she was, bound and spread on the swing she had lovingly caressed just a couple days prior when she was shown the room for the first time. They had discussed this room many times over the past several months as he was getting it setup. Their safe word was long established. It was to be their escape, where reality was put on hold and left at the door, even if only for the time they were immersed in one another.

“Are you ready?” Paul asked her, running his fingers along her inner thigh.

(To be continued)

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© AC Elliott, 14-Aug-18

Appeased Desire

Seeing you bent over that way
Suds covering your hands
I can’t help but admire your sway
Watching you, as you stand
Silken tresses falling mid-back
Gripping them, I give your ass a smack
Silken tresses
Silken tresses
They’re falling mid-way down your back

The beauty of your creamy skin
As you sway side-to-side
Tempts me with the sweetest of sin
To find what your panties hide
I yank them down around your knees
You’re mine to do with as I please
I yank them down
I yank them down
Wanting to hear your begging pleas

Seeing your swollen pussy lips
Perfectly framed by your legs
Caressing them with fingertips
Hearing the soft sounds of begs
"Spank me please, Sir," I hear you say
As you offer your ass for me to play
"Spank me please, Sir,"
"Spank me please, Sir,"
Your ass is mine, to do with as I may

Taking you firmly in my hand
Fist tangled in your hair
Spanking you proper, where you stand
My palm smacks your derriere
Your ass turns red, and I am pleased
Stopping, your swollen lips are teased
Your ass turns red
Your ass turns red
My desire to spank you has been appeased
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© AC Elliott, 2014 (posted on 24-May-18)

Essence #93

He longs to feel the curves of her soft flesh,
to trace her backside with the palm of his hand
slowly, soothingly, waiting for her to relax
muscles tight with anticipation,
waiting… for the time to be right,
to draw back his arm and bring his hand down,
palm striking the pale globes of her flesh,
watching it bounce, feeling the sting in his hand
as her cheeks turn red, yelps of pain changing,
turning into moans of pleasure, and the scent…
the scent of her arousal, knowing how wet she is,
it will rouse the beast within him,
awakening it from its slumber, hungry,
eager to devour and consume her completely.
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© AC Elliott, 11-May-18

That Look of Defiance

With her pants down to her knees,
she bends over the table
making herself vulnerable,
exposed to my hungry eyes
feasting on her flesh.

I crave that look in her eyes,
that fiery gaze radiating
defiance, mixed with passion,
and desire for more.
Her body betraying her
as I inhale her sweet scent…
arousal, glistening
wetness on her folds.
Hearing her yelps of pain,
punctuated by moans
pleasure found in the sting
of pale flesh turning red.

With her pants down to her knees,
she bends over the table
defiant, yet passionate,
desiring the feel of my hand
on her exposed, vulnerable
flesh.
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© AC Elliott, 1-May-18