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The First Kiss

The First Kiss
by Kilted Wookie

Her arse glowed a rosy red from the repeated application of my hand. I could almost feel the heat radiating from its surface.
She had been bad; she knew she had. She had sucked my cock with her usual diligence; bringing me close to the point of explosion in the hope of earning some small measure of forgiveness. She had, however, been very bad. Even by her own standards, and she freely admitted it.
Kneeling before me on all fours, a shiver ran through her as I unbuckled my belt and slipped it through the stays of my jeans.  Was it fear, or was it anticipation? Was it a combination of both?
She flinched as I trailed the tip along her spine. Slowly; back and forth, letting her become a little accustomed to the feel of leather on her skin. I ran the belt up over her buttocks. A flinch, another shiver.
Bowed, but without a sound of protest, she prepared to face the chastisement her transgression had earned her.
I coiled the belt around my hand.
I snapped it …

Restored

Restored
by Kilted Wookie

No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken.
She lay, crumpled like the sheets beneath her. Her body had the beautiful ache that followed from his use.
Her nipples stung from the clamps.
Her wrists chaffed from the cuffs.
Her throat raw from the cries of pain.
Her cunt tender from the pounding of his cock.
Her arse burning from the lashes of his belt.
She lay, exhausted but satisfied.  He had called her a good girl as he came inside her. His cum still trickled from her well fucked cunt.
Her body used; aftershocks of several intense orgasms still shook her. With her eyes tightly closed, she could still feel his hand around her throat, his tongue on her clit, his cock, oh that wonderful cock, filling her.
The bedroom door opened. He bent over and kissed her tenderly on the lips, placing the steaming mug of tea down on the bedside cabinet next to her.
He lay next to her on the crumpled sheets that still held the smell of their passion. He put his arms aro…