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spanking and reasons
Why do I spank thee?
Let me count the ways...
When I start spanking you, there is a wonderful erotic sound that rises every time my hand contacts your skin. It varies, from the soft dull tap of my fingers, to the ringing clap of sound that rises when my whole hand hits your buttocks *just* right. And with each stroke, you make a corresponding sound. Sometimes it's a gasp, when the stroke stings. Sometimes it's a whimper, when it hurts a little. Sometimes it's a cry of pain, if the stroke is particularly hard. But after each little sound, you wriggle your ass, and present it to me again. And the whimper of anticipation that you make, between each stroke, when I'm stroking your burning cheeks with my hand, or with the paddle, seem to echo in my head when we're apart. If I close my eyes and listen, I can sometimes hear you making that sound, and it makes me want you, every time.
There's also something tremendously erotic about the sight of you bent over the bed, waiting for me to begin. Whether your hands are tied so that you are helpless, or untied so that you are obedient. Just the sight of your beautiful ass waiting for my touch, stirs me. Or when I've put you over my knee, and you hide your face in your hair, aroused and embarassed at the same time. And the way your pussy gets wet, and swollen, as I spank you, showing me exactly how much you are enjoying it, regardless of what you say at the time. That, my dearest angel, is a delightful, powerful, sight.
The feel of your weight over my knee, or the feel of my cock against your hot, sore cheeks drives me wild, you know. It strains my self control, every time I spank you, to see you, writhing and wanton on the bed. Seeing you wriggling, and feeling the heat rising from your skin, feeling the wetness of you, dripping against my hand, is almost enough to make me take you before I'm done spanking you. Feeling you wriggle back against my hand, as I probe your depths, as I spank you, as I dominate you, shows me how much my girl loves me, how much she trusts me, and how much she wants to be mine.
And that's the final reason I spank you, dearest angel. Because it makes you feel submissive. Because it makes you happy. Because it turns you on, and because it turns me on. Sometimes I spank you because I feel like it, because I want to be in control. Sometimes, I spank you because you want to be made to feel submissive. Sometimes I spank you because you're a brat, and you need to be kept in line. Sometimes I spank you because it gets you wet. Each and every time I do this, I do it with love. I do it because it's a part of us both. I do it because it's part of what makes our relationship work.
I don't spank you because I'm angry with you. I don't spank you because I want to hurt you. I don't spank you because you need to be punished. Anger does not mix well with Dominance and submission, dear one. When I am angry with you, we will argue. We will fight. We will air out what needs to be discussed. I may spank you because I am fed up with you being a brat. I may spank you because I think it will arouse you. But I won't spank you because I'm angry with you. Spanking, for me, is a way to show you that I love you. As messed up as that might sound, it's true. I spank you because I love you, angel.
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