Wolven Den

Hurriedly climbing out of the bed, moving to the foot of it while she looks in her toy chest.

"Yes Daddi, you did."

Unsure as to any particular position to adopt, I choose one that she can best objectify me in, spreading my legs apart and placing my hands behind my neck.
 
Stalking to her side, swinging a heavy black horse weight riding crop.

How many do you feel are appropriate for an out right falsehood, m'lady?

Taking a light swing, connecting with a pale hip....
 
Giving a small yelp, but holding my position, my hip stinging a little; only a light swing, but the weight of the crop makes it more painful.

"Ummm...."

It's already hard to think, my focus on the romaing figure and the crop in her hand.

"Perhaps 10 Daddi? A nice...round number perhaps"
 
Nods my eyes roaming her figure...

Ten. Very good. We are at one. Take a step out so that I may walk. Count...starting now.

Another swing, this one a bit harder, landing on the top of a pert bum.
 
Nodding and taking a step forward at the same time, allowing space between myself and the bed for her to be able to swing unhindered.

Giving another moan as the crop connects with the top of my ass...sensitive...painful...wonderful.


"...one... Daddi."
 
Another swing. Heavier. Back of the thigh. Again. The sharp crack as it hits the bottom of her ass.
 
Stifling a moan, this one is harder, the strikes becoming more powerful, making my body jump.

But as I try to count, a moan escapes my lips



"...Two!"
 
Dark laughter. Husky. Scary. Low.

We are at four, baby girl.

The crop connects with her hip. Different side. Harder.

Try again. Where are we now?
 
Head swimming, thought rampant and hard to connect as my body fills with pain, but a need for that pain.

My brow furrows as I try to think through the strikes


"Five daddi, five."

The strikes are are hard now, I can feel my skin reddening, knowing it will bruise, but so wonderfully as a reminder of my punishment.
 
Low husky voice, right by her ear.

Good girl.

Swinging. Crop finds untouched flesh on the right thigh, in the front. Strikes. *THWACK*
 
Another moan, raw and guttural, my legs shaking as I try to keep myself standing.

"Six!..."

I can barely squeeze the word out between moans, and I want more, hearing her say those two words only makes me crazier, needier and she knows it. Though I know it will hurt more later.
 
Dropping the crop, using bare hand to reach around, slap her belly. Low whisper~

Do you need the crop? Can you still stand for me? Do you want a rest, baby girl? Are you sore?

Swooping down to grab the crop from the floor. Landing a blow. Lighter, much lighter...a tease....on her pretty calf.
 
"Mmmm, seven..." As she slaps my stomach, looking down and seeing the handprint on my skin

"I am sore, but it's a good sore and I can stand Daddi. I need whatever you want to give me Daddi."

Flinching slightly and giving another moan, more pleasure in this one as it is lighter, the tease, so close to my aching cunt.

"...Eight!"
 
Another round of husky laughter. Hand reaching up to tug pretty hair. Other hand flexing slightly before swinging the crop toward the curve of her ass and landing, loudly in the same spot as an earlier hit.

Almost done....

One more strike. Crop finds unmarked flesh on her back. Lands. A stinging final blow.

Done.

Wraps arms around her and kisses her shoulder...
 
Counting along with the last two strikes, almost weeping and thankful that it was over yet also wishing I could stay and revel in it forever.

Leaning back against her, sighing contentedly from her kissing.

My body feeling wonderfully used and abused shivering whenever I hear her dark husky laughter.
 
Swallowing a soft moan as she drags me back to the bed, allowing her to lay me down.

Spreading my arms and legs, easier for her to search me, acutely aware of her body so close to mine
 
Fingertips check for bruising, bleeding, anything that might cause harm. Rubbing her down~witch hazel. Fingers moving from spot to spot with care, concern.

Good. Don't want you hurting.

Leaving a kiss on her cheek.
 
Smiling and turning to face her.

"You take excellent care of me Daddi."

Flexing underneath your touch, sighing happily wherever you rub me
 
Crawling into bed beside my good girl, fingertips and arms and hands and legs...twining, touching, caressing...

I do try, love.

Mouth brushing hers...a smile as my eyes drift closed.
 
Whimpering and mewing with pleasure, my hands moving to her body, caressing it softly, nails scratching playfully.

Lifting my head up to meet her lips, kissing her deeply, savouring it.
 
Enjoying closeness that doesn't require anything but this. Tongue and teeth and stroking soft skin that beckons. That remains claimed.

No no. Don't start anything I can not finish, baby love. Punishment has been dealt but nothing further this night. I can not focus.

whispering against heated skin...

Soon though, I promise.
 
I feel the beginning of a pout on my lips, but I acquiesce, lowering my hands to my sides, finishing with another kiss on those soft lips

I am very much looking forward to it Daddi.

Grins, a wicked grin, a hint of naughty thoughts
 
Whisper steps that lead me to the main room. I shake my head and move to my back room entrance, shutting and locking the door. Am in no mood for unexpected visitors and do not have it in me to play nice. Back again, to the main room, with the cushions and candles and lamp light.

I pick up my favorite pen and notebook and begin to plot an owed post for PB. I have let that go for far too long.
 
The candles and lamps glow, causing a mellow yellow sheen to all the jewel tones in my main room. I had kicked off my heels upon sitting but what i need is a good arch massage. Ah me, maybe someone who doesn't engender rage in me will show up and help me to unwind.

The sound of the pen moving on paper makes a light scritching sound...
 
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