Marked
by Kilted Wookie
In her mind, she relived the thrashing; feeling the hot tears on her face as she was made to count each stinging lash. Just as it had when the leather had bit, she felt her cunt grow moist as she remembered each impact.
The anticipation, the sound of the belt as it swished through the air, followed by the crack of contact on her backside had an almost comfortable familiarity; a pace and rhythm that repetition did not dull. The crisp sharpness of each lash delivered a measured dose of pain and pleasure, each one building on the last.
Lost within that place to which she went, she barely noticed when the thrashing ended. Her body responded of its own volition as he took her; his body colliding with hers, the air now filled with sound of skin slapping against skin.
Her climax had grown quickly within her; engulfing and consuming her as he body reacted to him. She barely heard him moan her name, calling her his “good girl” as he too came.
As she lay there, recovering, feeling his strong arms around her, the bruises left by his belt slowly turned a deeper purple.
©Kilted Wookie October 2018
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mmmm to be marked like that again!
ReplyDeleteRebel xox
I think this describes my favourite kind of purple :) very sexy indeed x
ReplyDeleteThe visceral details within this story pop like leather on skin! (Haha!) Great lines!
ReplyDeleteI haven't been bruised in SOOOO long but I know that determined silence and clenched jaw well.
ReplyDeleteThis was intensely hot. Such vibrant and vivid descriptions. Loved it! ;)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, the last line is perfect :)
ReplyDeleteOh I do enjoy a well done spanking scene and this definitely sounds like a great one. than you for sharing
ReplyDeleteLove this, the seamless move from leather on skin to skin.
ReplyDelete[…] Marked. oh @Kilted_Wookie the description is so visceral I feel like I’m being marked. *** […]
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