It’s Saturday, and my weekly #SatSpanks post comes to you from the sunny and beautiful island of Madeira. 🙂 This week, Thomas is teaching Lydia a little about the correct position for a lady to receive a spanking. Lydia, with virtually no experience in these matters, still has a lot to learn…
“Place your head down over my lap, against the rug below should you need to rest it. That is the correct way for a naughty girl like you to be spanked, is it not?” He sounds excited as he instructs me, and the thought spurs me on. Whilst I do not want to leave the safety and comfort of my bed, I do not want to upset him either, so with some reluctance, I shift my weight, slowly moving so that my whole upper body now hangs over His Lordship’s lap as he commanded.
“Good girl,” he says, and I relish how pleased he sounds, despite the discomfort I find in the new position. I feel the warmth of his left hand against the small of my back, and then the other hand moves from its resting place at my backside. I brace, suspecting that the commencement of my spanking may now be imminent. “Tell me what you desire, Lydia?”
I hear his voice from over the top of me. It sounds like such a distance now. I hesitate, unwilling to once again vocalise the crude needs I feel. All at once the weight of his palm is upon me, creating a small wave of air, and then the loud crack as our flesh connects. I cannot help but gasp at the contact, the sharp sting warming my bare cheeks at once.
“Tell me, Lydia!” This is much less a question and more of a command. The intonation resonates within me deeply, especially as I find myself once again over my guardian’s lap.
“To be spanked, My Lord, Thomas,” I reply in a rush. “I desire to be spanked!”
He greets my words with a fresh strike. It connects with my sitting spot perfectly, catching both upturned cheeks and making contact with my most needy place below. The fresh sting rouses me, sending a gush of desire whipping through me.
“Is this what you need?” he asks, spanking me again, this time hitting the left cheek, and then the right.
Below him I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to absorb the sensations his hand offers, and yet somehow unable to process the utter denigration of finding myself completely naked and upturned over his lap. “Yes,” I whimper, almost at the same time that he spanks me again.
“Yes. What?” He punctuates his words with sharp swats to my backside.
“Yes, My Lord!” I reply in a gasp.
Three further spanks land in fast succession, each connecting with my sitting spot, and I suspect rather deliberately catching the throbbing wetness pooling at the summit of my legs.
You can read all about Lydia’s learning in Taming Lady Lydia, which is released with Stormy Night Publications on 8th September!
Check out more spanking naughtiness at the #SatSpanks blog hop this week!
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