On hands and knees, she crawls across the floor, through the shadows, toward light illuminating his lap. It is her goal and allows her to keenly focus. Every movement forward leaves behind a layer of tension, stress, the illusions of the world, like walking down stone steps into a cave deep underground. Static noise in her head lessens. Light becomes softer, less harsh. She feels the strong rhythm of her heart as anticipation grows. Her tight panties stretch against her ass and crotch with each movement, rubbing across sensitive skin in preparation for more. She crawls slowly; there is no rush. Approaching with the right energy is crucial.
Reaching her goal, she lays her head on his lap, hands behind her back, eyes closed, savoring the smell of him. Relaxation takes her deeper, her senses amplifying every subtle sensation between them. Neither speaks; it is not necessary. Words are not the right medium. In this stillness, only the essentials matter: need, desire, union. Her body yields fully and forms to his, offering everything. He cradles that offering with care, taking her in.
As he lifts her up and over his lap, her head falls forward, strawberry blonde hair cascading around her face. Palms on the floor in front and toes barely touching behind, her back arches as he raises her black skirt, exposing her flowered panties. The spanks start light then quickly intensify as a continuous series of sharp slaps cover her entire bottom, swiftly turning her pale skin pink. Her breathing quickens with the pace, small gasps and whimpers indicating her increasing need.
The scent of her arousal fills the air as pain and heat intensify in her bottom. Led by him, she eagerly and willingly follows this path taken many times before, yet each journey seems new and fresh. Her body begins moving in sync with each spank. Just as she starts to pant he stops, sliding his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Her breath catches as he slowly lowers them, exposing all of her to his gaze and grasp. Now totally bare, the spanks resume with more speed and force. Tossing her head up, her whimpers and sighs get louder with each slap.
His spanks are relentless, no pause. She feels pain expanding, radiating outward throughout her body, her whimpers shifting to soft cries. He shifts focus to the lower cleft between her cheeks, picking up the pace and slapping the same area repeatedly. Her cheeks move with each strike, allowing some to graze her vulnerable pussy, and she arches her head up and bottom back, welcoming the new sensations, her moaning and cries rising in pace.
Again, he shifts focus back to her increasingly red cheeks and continues, alternating side to side. She settles for a moment until one of his hands slides underneath, grazing her pussy lips. As she sighs deeply, his finger easily slips in and her body yields, welcoming the new sensation. Savoring the combined feelings between her ass and pussy, a smile expands across her mouth and her moans deepen. She has fallen into a new depth where pain and pleasure flow back and forth throughout her whole body, an ebb and flow of ocean waves. There is nothing other than flowing with them, back and forth, following wherever they lead.
For a moment, the spanking pauses as his fingers move deeper into her core, taking possession. Her legs stretch and reach for him in need, desire. His hands switch; one comes under to cup her mound while the other resumes the steady, rapid slaps to her cheeks, covering every part of her bottom. She is dizzy with the continuous sensations alternating over different parts of her body.
Her sighing and crying out get louder as both hands push her further. At times, her breath stops as the combined intensity overwhelms then breaks her down into shaking and panting. When he targets both cheeks at once with harder non-stop slaps, she drops into a deep, still silence, breathing hard, where there is nothing but this.
Finally, he pauses, one hand caressing her burning skin, the other stroking her face softly, tracing her cheeks, eyes and lips. Opening her mouth to him, she sucks his thumb into her further, thanking him with her tongue. Possessing her mouth, he resumes spanking her ass.
She loses track of time as he repeatedly strikes the same spot, covering both cheeks, her moans and cries muffled by his fingers in her mouth. He releases her mouth, sliding around her neck as his other hand returns to finger her deeper. Her legs stretch and strain, rolling her pelvis, asking for more, welcoming two then three fingers as they enter. Her moans escalate into repeated cries, panting her desire, sweat glistening on her ecstatic face. She rises to a pleasure plateau and the spanks resume. The contrast causes her to gasp and relax into the rhythm of it. She squeezes her thighs hard against his fingers as he alternates rapid spanks to each cheek.
Her moans increase to the point where she can't take any more as he pushes deeper and harder, her pussy grinding back against him, her clit reaching for his touch. Her body bucks as he pulls her hair back, arching her neck, offering him everything. Her whimpers and cries become continuous, gasping, panting, pleading, asking until his fingers push her over the edge.
Softening, her body collapses over his lap, spent, limp. There is nothing left. He soothes her burning ass and strokes her hair and face, eliciting small cooing sounds. They float in this place together, a deep space of feeling without time or words. Eventually, he pulls her up to curl in his lap, her arms around his neck, her face buried in his chest, and tears flow freely.
