"AND SO it begins…"

This story appeared on Fantasies.com several years ago, and wound up in the Top 10. (I believe it’s still in the top 20 of all-time Fantasies.com stories.)

I thought I would post it again, in case some new members would like to read it. Hope it turns you on:

AND So it begins…

I can’t wait until I lead you to the bed. Until we kiss, exploring, searching, full of desire. Until my hands touch you through your clothes, wanting so much to rip them off, yet savoring the anticipation…

I can’t WAIT until I pull you across my knee for the first time, perhaps binding your wrists comfortably behind your back even as I land a few preliminary swats to your already squirming, fully shielded backside. Hearing (and disregarding) your “protests” as I unzip your skirt and slide it from your legs. Staring with INCREDIBLE hunger at the panty-clad bottom before me…

I’d start here, slowly, deliberately, and most importantly – unpredictably: sometimes one hard swat followed by a long pause; sometimes a brief flurry of rapid-fire spanks. But I would make sure that every single inch of your behind was covered underneath your panties – that you were properly “warmed up” – before I peeled them down to the tops of your thighs…

Once again, I can’t help but stare at your now fully exposed backside, tinged with the first hint of a blush that will soon deepen. I also can’t help but slide a hand between your thighs to check for the wetness I know is there – before I begin to spank you…

Once more, I start out slowly and deliberately, but this time with a certain rhythm – you have many spanks to count tonite, my dear, and time is of the essence: I have SO much more in mind for your bottom this evening…

I watch with fascination as your behind turns pink, and then reddens under my relentless hand. Over time, I pick up the pace a bit, and add just a hint more strength to each impact, pausing only occasionally to check your arousal down below, or to tease your back door with the tip (or entire length!) of my finger. But your spanking continues virtually uninterrupted. Your protests fall on deaf ears, but I tire of them, and so I have you begin to count…

It takes quite a while for the count to reach where it needs to be tonite, and by this time your squirms have all but stopped, overcome by the FIRE in your backside. Occasionally, you arch your back, as though to say “it hurts so much, but I want – I need more!” And so I give it to you – spank after spank after spank – my hand beginning to ache with the blows, but nothing compared to what your bottom is experiencing…

Finally, we reach your threshold – the point at which the idea of even one more blow seems unbearable, and you signal me as much. I have you count 10 more strokes to your now THOROUGHLY scarlet bottom. Remarkably, you have the presence of mind to count to 10 without any mistakes, as you silently thank that one elementary school teacher from so long ago (“What was her name?”)…

I make certain that the final spank is delivered very hard and very firm – and centered DIRECTLY over your back entrance. Even as you relax from the force of the blow, an unexpected shiver of anticipation travels up your spine – my finger’s brief attentions have not gone unnoticed throughout your chastisement. And you are MORE than aware that the evening is just beginning…

Gently, I untie your wrists, and after a minute or two caressing your (now VERY hot bottom,) I turn you over and kiss you. It is a deep, passionate kiss, and one that lasts long enough for me to remove your blouse and bra, and to pull your panties back up over your tender behind…

“I want you to take off my clothes. NOW.” I say it softly but demandingly. Strangely, you make NO attempt to resist, almost EAGER to the task. They come off rather swiftly, and with a hint – just a hint — of impatience…

And so I lay you down, clamping your arms firmly to your sides, as I fasten my mouth on your breast. I pay FULL attention to first one, then the other – alternating between the two – sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling – until they are both glistening and taut, aching with pleasure. I give one last gentle blow across each of them, watching your nipples stand even more erect (if that is even possible) than before…

But now it is time to pay attention to the place that fascinates me the most…

I turn you onto your stomach once again, binding your wrists gently to the bedpost above your head. Placing a firm, round pillow under your hips, I run my hands from the top of your buttocks all the way up to your neck, where I briefly massage you. I fasten my hands on your shoulders – kneading away any last tension remaining from the spanking you endured just a few minutes before. As I slide my hands back down your spine, you know that I am about to begin my “examination”, and I can almost feel your wetness right through your body…

The pillow has done its job perfectly: your pantied bottom is elevated to the precise height that I want it to be. Just to tease you a bit, I spread your cheeks and tease your rosebud through your panties with my tongue, my hands enjoying the heat emanating from your well-paddled behind. I cannot help but reach down as I am doing this and sliding my hand across your front entrance – lightly touching your clit, sensing the tremendous wetness underneath the thin material – material that will soon be removed…

Your arousal is palpable at this point, as is mine. The fact that the “examination” hasn’t even started yet just adds to the enormous anticipation that is building between us. I reach for the rather large thermometer that’s resting on the nightstand…

Just a touch of lotion – I apply no more to it, because after all – I DO want an accurate reading, and the lotion is CONSIDERABLY cooler than your well-heated bottom at this point. A slight gasp escapes your lips as I peel down your panties – once again – although no further than necessary for the task I am about to perform. I leave them “parked” just below the entrance that I need to probe: an entrance that I am now seeing – close up – for the first time. And it is a glorious sight…

Your gasps become somewhat more audible as I slowly push the thermometer past your anus. Twisting, turning, pumping in and out – things that are probably clinically unnecessary, but nonetheless I feel COMPELLED to do. Watching as your rosebud clamps down around it: fighting to keep the thermometer inside even as I pull it back; resisting it as I push it back inside. It takes SEVERAL minutes before your temperature properly registers. Not surprisingly, it is somewhat higher than 98.6 degrees…

Although it started out a little too hot, the pan of water on the nightstand has cooled somewhat since our first kiss, and is now at an ideal temperature. I reach for the bulb syringe and dip it in the water, filling it fully for use. Its tip enters you effortlessly, helped by the lotion provided by the thermometer. You can feel almost every drop as I empty the bulb slowly into your bowels. I repeat the process. Several times. Until you are full to the BRIM. Of course, I think it’s best for you to hold it for a few minutes…

To pass the time, I peel down your panties all the way, sliding them off your legs and tossing them aside. You wince slightly when my knuckles make brief contact with your welted bottom. It is all you can do to retain your enema when you feel my fingers slide through your (now unprotected) wetness – when you feel my fingertips roll your clit gently, and slide briefly – but deeply – into your front entrance. But you do hold it, obediently. Until I untie you, and allow you to go and release it…

I’m waiting for you just outside the bathroom, blindfold in hand. I slide it over your eyes and lead you back to the bed. Once again,
you feel your wrists bound to the bedpost, the pillow sliding under your now naked hips. I ta
ke a warm washcloth and slide it up and down your cleft, washing your bottom and preparing it for the next step…

Although I had teased you earlier, your panties were in the way. So now, as my tongue works its way down your spine, past the small of your back, coming to rest at the top of your crack, there is nothing to protect your behind from the pleasure. I work my way down slowly, bathing every inch of your cleft with my tongue. Until I reach my goal. I start to run rings around your anus — rings that get smaller and smaller – in concentric circles – until the tip of my tongue starts to pry you open back there…

And then, baaaabbbbyyy, I go to town!

You barely feel my hand reach underneath you to stroke your wetness – you are too consumed with the shivers my tongue is producing: digging into your butt – prying you open – going in circles – GRINDING inside you – darting in and out and in and out – minute after minute after delicious minute. And knowing, all the time, that this is STILL just preparation. You have SO much more cumming to you tonite…

By this time, you are moaning quite a bit, and squirming occasionally against your bonds because it FEELS SOOOOO GOOD! The blindfold merely heightens your pleasure by focusing it. You are UNBELIEVABLY wet at this point, and I am excited beyond words…

It’s time for one final step…

I slide up beside you, kissing your shoulder and relaxing – making sure you relax a little more after my tongue’s assault on your well-spanked behind. I take a little dollop of lotion, and let it warm on my fingertip for a moment or two. Another moan escapes your lips as I start to apply it where it needs to be in order to ease the way…

My finger probes your behind deeply and thoroughly, circling and gently stretching and relaxing your most intimate entrance for what you know is about to happen. The sensations scare you. If it feels THIS good now, how will I react to even MORE pleasure? Will I pass out from the ecstasy?

Finally, I turn you onto your side facing away from me, sliding the pillow between your knees, your blindfold still in place, your wrists still comfortably bound to the bedpost above your head. And I scoot up behind you…

The heat from your bottom and your desire almost immediately engulfs my cock. I am so hard I am ACHING; yet, I STILL want to draw it out – just a little more. I take a liberal amount of lotion, and make sure every inch of my cock is covered – slick – ready – thick with arousal…

And so it begins…

I start to slide my cock up and down between your cheeks, teasing BOTH of us. You feel every single inch as my shaft slides across your anus and an extra little shiver every time my crown scrapes across your (now VERY ready) rear entrance. I LOVE this feeling: ultimate anticipation, coupled by the tremendous pleasure of my flesh connecting with yours, as your cheeks wrap around my cock. SEVERAL minutes go by as I slide up and down, up and down. Finally, I reach down a hand and grasp your uppermost cheek, spreading open your behind, fully exposing your rosebud for what I have in mind…

Another gasp escapes you as you feel my tip poised at your door. I push – ever so slightly – and pull back. Push again, and pull back – again and again and again. Each tiny thrust pries you open just a little more, until at one point, I continue to push…

Initial entry. Perhaps the sweetest pleasure in the entire world. My crown pops inside as your anus clamps down around the head of my cock. Your moan is deep and pure. As is mine. I must linger a moment to savor the feeling, before I pull back slightly and press onward…

Now having entered, I start slowly, pushing in just a little, then pulling back. Once at the halfway point, I begin a sllllllooooooooowwwwww rhythm, puuuuuussssshhhhhiiiiiinnnnnnnngggg in, then puuuuuuuuulllllllllliiiiiiinnnnnggggg out, over and over and over again, thrilling to the moans coming – now constantly – from your undeniable pleasure. But I am not yet done. There is half of me that still needs to push inside…

By now, I am delirious, and you are beside yourself with pleasure – almost faint. You are also SO relaxed. Relaxed enough for the final step…

I pull all the way back until my crown “catches” just inside your bottom, and then I pause – just for a moment – we BOTH enjoy the “calm before the storm.”

Then – with one long, slow, deliberate, deep thrust — I push my entire length into you as far as I possibly can. Your moan is long and passionate, as your anus crushes the very base of my shaft. I pull back slightly, then thrust again. Pull back and thrust. Again and again and again…

And then — then I begin to Fuck…Your…Assssss…

You feel every inch of my shaft as it pulls out past your anus, and then every millimeter of my cock as it pushes back inside you – all the way inside you. I take a handful of your hair from behind, and clench it in my fist, even as I reach around you with my other hand and cup one of your breasts, rolling your taught nipple on my fingertips. Every now and then, I reach down below to tease your clit, grazing it as I slide my finger(s) into your wetness. Then I repeat the process, sliding my hand back up to your breasts, all the while whispering such nasty things into your ear…

Yet, my rhythm is relentless: iiiiiinnnnnnn and oooouuuuuttttt, iiiiiinnnnnnn and oooouuuuuttttt, not too slow, not to fast, but non-stop…

Finally, I let go of your hair and reach around you, clamping my hand onto your throat, using just enough pressure so that you feel the danger, yet know that you are in no danger whatsoever: it is a fine line to achieve…

I reach down and underneath you with my other hand to find your clit with the tips of my fingers, while my thumb slides deeply into your pussy. It is an easy task for me to hook my thumbtip and nail your G-Spot with it: I do so intermittently, as my fingers roll your clit and my other hand uses your throat to pull you down even harder onto my cock…

I’m really going to work your butt, babe: Pumping and screwing and stirring and grinding. For as long as I possibly can…

I think you know how the fantasy ends. “CUM” is a totally inadequate word for what would happen…

“Rest for a moment, Darlin’. Surely you know that I’m going to pull you over my lap again: the night has just begun…

Hope you are feeling aroused right now…Your comments on the story would be much appreciated…

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  1. benjaminwri says:

    it still needs mor work ! Good piece though !

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  2. angel479 says:

    Loved story! got anymore?

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  3. NoteWorker1 says:

    The author is in New York City, Golden Puma… ; )

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  4. NoteWorker1 says:

    Once again “blistered”: glad I could be of service… : )

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  5. Hot Totty says:

    WOW I need my arse fucked righ now!!

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  6. NoteWorker1 says:

    First, “Hot Totty,” you need to have your arse SPANKED for spelling “right” wrong… >;)

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  7. TheOKAY says:

    Jesus, what a hot peice of work. The anticipation is delicious.

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  8. In love with oceans says:

    Truly Delicious!!!!

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