An alternate ending

   Okay, here's an alternate ending to my last 'story', which I just now realized doesn't even have a name ... oh well. 

    If you're new here, read the last post first for this to make sense.

  

   I bring the spatula down hard on the sensitive flesh of your upper right inner thigh and you cry out into the pillow. I don’t want to draw this out so the next spank follows quickly, just above the first. Two more on the inside of the left and I decide it’s done. You’re crying hard now. I know you’re in pain but you’re also releasing your guilt. You’ve been punished.

     You’ve been forgiven.       

     I squirm beneath you, finding myself rather turned on. I didn’t mean for it to happen but I just can’t help it. The sight and feel of you half-naked across my lap wriggling your hips back and forth. The redness and heat radiating off your backside. I swallow with difficulty and take a shaky breath. I feel guilty.

    You turn around to look at me, wiping away the last of your tears. You take in my flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, uneven breaths, and you know. You know. Despite your pain you can’t help the slow smile that spreads across your lips.

     “A little turned on are we?”

       I jump at the sound of your voice, not realizing you’ve been observing me. “What? No!”

     “Are you lying to me, little girl?” you growl. And I freeze. You’re back. My Top is back. You may be the one red bottomed and over my lap but you’re still the one in charge.

    “Yes ma’am. A little. I’m sorry!” I whimper.

      You smile knowingly. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “Go ahead”

      I look at you from under my lashes wondering if it’s really okay. You nod and give me an encouraging smile. 

       I bite my lip and slowly trail my finger up your inner thigh. You wince slightly; your flesh is still burning. When I reach my destination you groan and arch your back as I lightly run my finger along your outer lips. Slowly, teasing, tracing a pattern through your soft curls.

      You arch up trying to encourage me along but I’m enjoying teasing you far too much.

      You turn and grab the spatula that I foolishly left within your reach and raise a brow as you growl out, “If you don’t move along, little girl, I’m not going to be the only making an acquaintance with this thing tonight!”

     I bite my lip nervously; I do not want to be spanked with that thing but can’t help the naughty grin playing at the edges of my mouth.

     I press into you ever so slightly, then run my finger up along your inner lips, then slowly around your little bud and back down to circle your entrance.

     You groan with pleasure as I slowly press two fingers into you, quickly finding that magic button inside. I curl my fingers and make ‘come hither’ motions, slowly pumping in and out as you rock your hips against my thigh. I continue until you’re groaning and writhing in my lap, then reach around with my other hand to rub circles around your clit.
     Your breath comes in gasps, your movements more frantic as you near the edge. I press in harder, faster, until you scream into the pillow once again. This time in pleasure and ecstasy.  Not pain.