punishment (thoughts on bdsm)  

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9/7/2006 5:33 am

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punishment (thoughts on bdsm)


This morning I am going to see a Peter. We have been dating over 4 months but nothing serious. One of the reasons is that we live too far apart (almost three hours). The other is that I know he just isn't the kind of man who can make me happy long term. I really respond to a strong dominant man. One who doesn't mind being a little forceful with me, both in bed and out. One who helps me find the best in myself... even when I don't want to.

So, last night we were talking on the phone. I had cancelled my plans to come see him for the weekend earlier in the day. So he called to tell me that he was going to be visiting his family home about 45 minutes from me this morning and wanted to see me. I immediately got excited because this means I might get some today! I have to admit, he is a great lover and even though we share some other interests, our relationship is mostly sexual. When we manage to get together, we have sex nonstop the whole time. Even while we are doing other things. We have had sex in vehicles, public restrooms, in the woods..... He has bent me over and made me hold on to a tree, a wall, a bumper, a guard rail... all so he could fuck me.

Anyway, I got excited. My pussy was thinking about the good hard fucking it would get today. Then he broke the news to me.

"I'm still a little upset with you for what you did last weekend," he told me. (Just a little background: I went out of town for the weekend with an old lover and didn't tell him. I figured that since we aren't in a committed relationship, it was none of his business. When he asked about it, I came clean. I guess it hurt his feelings that I was with someone else.)

My first reaction was, great here we go again. A man who can't give me what I want but is going to get all jealous when I see someone else.

"When you come see me tomorrow, wear a skirt. I think it's time that I make a few things clear with you."

I held my breath waiting for his explanation. I had heard this tone before, just not from him.

"You deceived me." He paused. "I will not be lied to. Normally I wouldn't waste my time on a woman who wasn't up front with me. But I have decided that I enjoy your company too much. So be prepared to take your punishment when you arrive. Or don't bother to come."

I felt a flash of anger. Who did he think he was, threatening to punish me for breaking a rule that we had never agreed on. At the same time, I was feeling excited. Aroused. The idea of being bent over his knee, pushing my skirt up around my waist, pulling my panties down to my knees to expose my bare bottom like a bad little girl (although I am well over the age of consent, AdultFriendFinder please stop censoring me).... punishing me, hard and fast, making me regret what I did, making me beg him to stop spanking me, making me want to be good in the future to keep this from happening again.... squirming and thrashing about on his lap, his hand grasping my wrists together and pressing them to the small of my back to hold me still, pressing my clit against his knee with every smack on my bare bottom....

Could it be that he is starting to understand that I truly need this? I need a man who will break down all of my barriers. Who will take control of me and help me be a better person. And in return, that man will get 100% from me.... love and adoration, 100% of my body, no request ever refused. If he could love and guide and protect me, then I would willingly and lovingly serve his every need and desire.

I am not excited about the spanking. He has big strong hands. It will hurt and probably leave marks on my lily white bottom for days. But I am excited about the fact that he might be starting to understand what I need. And if I am lucky, he might want to exercise some of this new found power over my body when he is done punishing me. I love to have my mouth fucked, gagging on a big hard cock while my bottom is still stinging from a spanking. Or better yet.... tied to the bed, teased and tortured and used for the afternoon.

:::Sigh:::: A girl can dream....

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