Lust and sassiness. A heady combination to find in a woman.
Exciting.
Intoxicating.
Difficult to ignore, impossible to forget.
Don’t be coy. You know as well as I do that these attributes lend you power. Power to wield over others.
Power to wield over me.
Be careful though. Some of the flames that your feistiness stoke within me lack subtlety, lack grace, lack restraint. At this very moment, I’m burning with the animal desire to chastise you: to reign in your wilfulness, to tame your hot-blooded passion.
I want to bend your coltish desires to my own.
I’m picturing myself sitting in a high-backed chair, no arm rests, with you lying on your belly, balanced across my hard thighs. I’ve already bound your wrists tightly together, and they lie helplessly against the small of your back. You’ve not been blindfolded, though. I don’t want to deprive you of any of your senses. I want you looking the world square in the eyes when you get your deserved comeuppance. And I want you to be able to look back over your shoulder and see the satisfaction in my face.
I’ll lift your skirt slowly, so that you can feel the free air gradually pressing against your warm skin. Once your skirt is bunched about your waist, I’ll trail my fingertips up and down the backs your calves, steadily making my way higher, onto, and then between, your naked thighs. I’m going to enjoy the contrast of my tanned hand against your creamy flesh. You’ll be wearing a lacy thong in black, the colour that I always find myself imagining you wearing. A thong will allow my hand to caress your bare arse unimpeded. Can you feel the gentle caresses, the lingering pats, the soft clasps? I hope so. I want your nerve endings warm and relaxed; I want the endorphins flooding through you before you receive your rebuke.
And then the firm crack of my palm against your arse, sudden, unexpected amidst the tender caresses. And then a second, and a third, and a fourth, the savage heat blooming instantly in your cheeks, your nerves shrieking, overloaded with brutally delicious sensation.
Then I’ll pause, to let you gather yourself; and while I do, my hand will slip between your thighs once more and find the point where the delicate lace covers your heat. Will the flimsy material be moist yet? Will I feel the essence of your lust soaking through your panties and onto my skin?
Now the strokes begin again, even firmer than before, more than sufficient to leave the crimson imprint of my hand against the taut skin of both your ripe buttocks. I’ve branded you now. Marked you as mine. Subservient to my will, my lust, my needs.
The strokes will move lower, until each one covers the sweet spot at the bottom of your arse and the tops of your thighs. I want you to feel the sensations shuddering through your sex. I want you punished and wet and aching for cock.
And when you’ve received a dozen strokes, two dozen, three, I’ll pick your trembling, supine body up, lay you down over the arm of the sofa, and slowly peel the sodden thong away from your sex, drawing it down your thighs. And while you lie there, burning with sensation, aching with desire, you’ll hear the sounds of me undressing, Then you’ll feel my naked thighs slip between yours, feel my hands take hold of your waist, feel my cockhead running along your soaking cleft, feel it press its way inside your parted, greedy cunt as I enter you to the hilt.
Then holding you in place, I’ll fuck you to my pace, for my pleasure. And when I come, I’ll withdraw, stroke myself until I spurt streams of hot ecstasy across your burning arse, massage my creamy seed into your rosy skin.
So remember. Your lust and sassiness make you difficult to ignore, impossible to forget. But they inflame the beast within me, as well as the man.
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I’d like nothing more than to be reprimanded by you, wicked man.
Marked by you.
Fucked by you.
Slow to fast, fast to slow.
Any of it, all of it.
Aching blissfully and fully spent.
Delicious.
I’m glad to hear that you’d like all of those things, NS…
~EA
Perfect. Who could want more?
Although I’d be wearing lace French knickers instead…
I could work with French knickers, Puss. I’m incredible versatile…
~EA
Mmm, perfect. Now where, exactly, shall I meet you, and are panties really necessary?
[1] Make a suggestion and [2] No, they’re entirely optional…
~EA
Aching with need, and longing for it. Rosy skin guaranteed and wanted. A grin on my face as each stroke lands because I’m getting exactly what I want. Lovely EA. I agree with Puss about the French knickers though.
As I told Puss, I’m quite able to adapt to a change of lingerie design, Sara…
~EA
Oh it so accurately reminds me that burning sensation in my palm, after those gorgeous arse cheeks are left so hot, already apart, aching for my cock to plunge…
Delighted to have been able to stir your memories for you, AM…
~EA
E.A….How I loved reading your account of one of my favorite fantasies…. Perhaps one day, I’ll actually get to experience it in the flesh..
Until then, I’ll just keep reading and re-reading this scintillating post.
Many thanks,
Elyse
Elyse, I hope your fantasy becomes flesh for you very soon. And I hope that this post helps sustain you until then…
~EA
is it truly a rebuke when you give me just what I crave the most?
Good question, Salz. Perhaps I need to work on the strength of my strokes. Or will that only be giving into your cravings as well?
~EA
So, so lovely!
And now, I’ll go back and read it again
I can only hope that repeated readings don’t diminish the effect for you, Elizavetta…
~EA
My, my EA… It would appear you are my dream man - a beast who loves to spank!
Puss and Sara are right - frenchies all the way - plus I love to see the lacy imprint on my cheeks after a good reprimand!
I stand well and truly corrected. I’m going to have to try and figure out a way to include interactivity in my posts, so that you can select certain aspects - such as lingerie - to suit your own tastes…
(BTW, lovely to know that my spanking beast side appeals, Minx)
~EA
And that beast would be there every time I showed my lust and sassiness? More a reward than a punishment lover. Very welcome sweet pain EA…
So exactly how should I go about punishing you, Aurea? Withhold the spankings altogether? Or perhaps I should bring you to the very brink of orgasm, and then let you slide back down the slope again - repeatedly. Would that work for you as chastisement?
~EA
I’ve been a very very bad girl E
It’s only right that you punish me this way… xxx
You’re certainly ripe for some punishment, Tara. I just need to decide on how best to take you in hand…
~EA
hi EA,
im not into bondage, but the beast inside u do make me ponder if you have a savage wildness in you…
it would be exciting to be marked & branded in a wild way; to be overwhelmed by animal lust & passion. It is simply the need to mate and tame.
it makes me picture a wild ride in a forest holding on to a tree, against the tree. The smell of the familiar greenery will arouse my animal instinct; the fear to be prey will amplify my senses, making me ultra sensitive.
a little drizzling wouldn’t matter on my inflamed body. in fact it would make me burn hotter to get rid of the seeping cold.
but my white top will be wet & making me visible. unless… my top has already been ripped off.
so, (chuckle), is your beast a wolf, a panther or a tiger?
I think I’m rather wolfish in my appetites, Lolita…
~EA
Even if it does not serve as a rebuke, is it wrong to give into mutual cravings? *naughty grin*
Never…
~EA
“And then a second, and a third, and a fourth,…” and I’m gonna read it a 5th and 6th time. I wouldn’t mind being able to inflame the beast in you…such a pleasure EA, grazie tanto.
Siete benvenuti, Daniellina. And I’d rather enjoy you inflaming my inner beast…
~EA
As Aurea intimated, that’s why we do it. From time to time, what better than to provoke the beast and become the chastened hussy, the heroine of romantic fiction. To see that uncontrolled look in a lover’s eyes…
‘Chastened hussy’ … if only you could see the uncontrolled look in my eyes at that particular remark, Cake…
~EA
Oh my goodness, You’ve done it again.
Taken my breath away in one fell swoop…and made me reread this post .. again and again..
Lovely man you are.. especially with your beast in view.
Many thanks!
Always my pleasure, Lea…
~EA
That sounds like a fantastic idea! Your beastly side does more than appeal
;)
Then [1] I’ll have to explore what’s possible in this Web 2.0 age while [2] You’ll have to ponder on how you can bring my inner beast out again…
~EA
Ah… I was just saying to someone today that certain men like a little of the ‘brat’ in their women. I like pushing to that line… then just a little over it, to see how I will be disciplined.
Now how did I know that you’d be a woman to push past the line, Marianne?
~EA
The pain, the pleasure I’d get out of not climaxing would be bliss if only it filled you with lust and need and desire. Every time you brought me close to the edge you’d come with me too and I’d be sharing my pleasurepain, and oh so much more, with you…Would that work for you?
Sounds like a delicious blend of ying and yang, Aurea…
~EA
just what i needed after a week away….to know how to inflame the beast in you :-)… to feel you naked between my thighs , that would be worth any pain you choose to inflict for your pleasure… xxx
Your week away seems to have done little to tame the temptress within you, Kimmie…
~EA
Hmmm. something very familiar about that wanting to tame a strong woman thing…
Is that so, Z?
~EA
This gets better with each read, EA.
I’m all squirmy now.
(Wriggle wriggle)
Now why is it that I find the thought of you wriggling so appealing?
~EA
My sassiness often gets this response, I relish in it every time.
I’m fairly new to your blog, and I’m adoring every post. Such flair, such lustrous linguistics.
My thanks to you, m’lady, for the lovely compliment…
~EA
would you want me to be any other way …. xx
Almost certainly not…
~EA
hi EA
loli
You can, Loli? And you’re not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
~EA
Wilfullness you say?…
Ell
Absolutely. I just adore taking the wilfull in hand, Ell. Oh, for the chance to take *you* in hand…
~EA
It’s been a while my sweet . . . an interesting piece. As usual, your literary ability imbues a familiar moment/fantasy with a masterly originality that I bow before. [Although a curtsy would be more ladylike and have more erotic possibilities.]x
I’m bowing at your gracious praise, Web. Yes, it has been a while since your last comment, but it’s lovely to see you back. And I’d love to know all about the erotic potential you see in a curtsy…
~EA