Spanked down
Added 2021-09-08 16:27:16 +0000 UTCYour dominant has asked you to count down their spanks, from ten to one.
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“Okay pet, now, count yourself down for me.” Your partner’s hand stuck your ass cheek, and the sting felt so good, so intense.
“Ten.”
The word came obediently out of your lips. Your mind began to slow down, even as the pain began to lessen into a dull ache.
They spanked you again. You were jolted forwards, feeling the slight rub of your wrists and knees on the floor.
“Nine.”
It felt so good. You felt your body relax into your pose on the floor. You could feel your brain beginning to leak out between your legs.
Two slaps this time, hard, and fast. You could feel your cheeks reddening.
“Eight, seven.”
You counted obediently, feeling the fog swell in your head. Your thoughts were being pushed out. All you could focus on was the wonderful sensation that their hand delivered.
Their hand was lighter with the next one.
“Six.”
It was getting hard to think about anything at all. All you wanted to do was feel these sensations.
This time, three slaps came in quick succession.
“Five, four, three.”
You flopped forwards, onto your stomach. Your body was so heavy, you couldn’t pull yourself back up. You let yourself sprawl, as the pain burned away what was left of your thoughts. Now it was just you, their hand, and the monotone voice that counted you down.
The next spank caused you to gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Tw-two.”
The voice counted you down, your mind was an empty abyss of swirling nothingness, no thoughts. No control. Just obedience, and pain, and pleasure. And a desire for more. More pain. More pleasure.
If only you could think. If only you could ask, beg, plead for more. But you couldn’t. The hand came down, hard.
“O-ooh-one.”
Your mind slipped down that last step, and they began talking. You weren’t aware of the words. All you knew was that you were in pain, and that that was pleasure.
