V is for…Vagina!
I think I’ve made more posts this month than I have all year long. But, at last (or sadly, whichever you like) we’re coming to the end of the alphabet and the month of June. And so,
V is for Vagina
And truly, it’s only “Vagina” because I needed a V word. It’s really for Pussy Spanking!
I love the quote, but Betty White never actually said this. Still, it’s a wonderful visual, isn’t it? Brings right to mind images of a hard throbbing cocking doing what hard throbbing cocks do best: pound away. But that’s not the only kind of pussy spanking there is to be enjoyed. And yes, I did say enjoy.
Quick biology lesson: There are 8000 nerve endings in the female clitoris alone. The male penis has only half that many. So why, in heavens name, would anyone want to spank it? How about for the simplest reason of all–when done right, it feels good. That many testimonials can’t be wrong, right? Right! And here’s another one: I personally love it. I love feeling like every part of me belongs to my husband and when’s he’s in a domineering mood, the right set of words coupled with a few well-placed pats, each delivered with just the right amount of force can take great sex and launch it into the stratosphere of phenomenal sex. Something author Tara Finnegan surely must know, judging by this little snippet from her latest release: Exile to Unity, #3 in the Corbin’s Bend series.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered, penetrating her hungry, wet cleft with two fingers.
“Mm, yes,” she groaned. He continued massaging her clit with his palm as he thrust his fingers in and out rapidly. She was almost embarrassed with the sloshy sounds of her arousal. Her body was tensing, gathering tightly, ready to explode.
“I’d love to pleasure you, Ange, really I would, but there is a little matter of your attitude to be dealt with yet.” At that, he pulled his hand away from her pulsating pussy.
The withdrawal of the pleasure was more of a punishment than the earlier spanking had been. Ange was near to tears, something he hadn’t achieved even with the fiercest spanks. At last, she was ready to listen, to feel contrite.
“Are you ready for your final punishment?”
“Lie on your back and open your legs.”
“Why, what are you going to do?” Realization dawned on her; he was going to punish her pussy. A trill of fear jolted through her. “No, please don’t, not there.”
“Ange, do it, don’t make me force you. Be a good girl, and after your punishment, you’ll get your pleasure.”
Reluctantly she turned around and positioned herself as he asked. He pulled her legs wider apart, and handed her a cushion to bite into to muffle any sounds she might be unable to avoid. He knelt on the floor between her legs, kissed her swollen labia, lightly flicking his tongue over her engorged clitoris. She shivered. He drew back and brought his hand down hard. Ange swore into the cushion with a high pitched shriek, thankfully muffled by the plush. Her hips bucked under her. Jim pushed her back into position, gently but firmly. As she quietened, he repeated it. Tears pricked her eyes as he repeated it over and over, allowing enough time between each spank for the sting to just subside before smacking down again. After each time he brought his hand down, she instinctively bucked and closed her legs tight. Only the threat of tying her legs apart and adding more convinced her to open them again. Her clit throbbed and stung. By the time the full sentence had been carried out she was sobbing, begging mercy. But in spite of her tears, her body was relaxed and supplicant, ready to receive his pleasure. Her feminine juices were trickling down between the crack in her bottom cheeks. Her clit was ready to explode with pleasure, induced by the earlier pain as Jim soothed it with soft feather light touches.
“Hush, baby, you did very well, it’s over, all done. Good girl. I’ll kiss it all better now.” Jim’s voice was soft and tender as if speaking to one of the children after they had taken a tumbled and grazed their knee. Ange felt comfort envelope her.
He placed his head back between her legs and soothed her scorched lady lips with moist tender licks, murmuring his appreciation of the delicious taste of her nectar. Ange whimpered in pleasure as his tongue probed into her core, thrusting and tasting greedily. Her hips rocked in unison as she opened her body to receive his welcome ministrations. The tension in her muscles rose again. Her clit was seemed to be more alive than it had ever been before and within minutes her body convulsed into the most intense orgasm as her hips jerked and knees clenched under his commanding tongue.
“On your knees, woman. Show me how sorry you are,” he ordered, unzipping his fly and releasing his rock hard cock. Ange quickly obeyed, eager to savor the droplet of moisture that was already dribbling from his engorged dick. She took it hungrily, as a woman starved of a good meal for days, swallowing deeply, causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Ange took him deep into her throat, rolling her tongue around as much of his thick shaft as she could manage, sucking hard, and intermittently nipping lightly. She could tell from the thickness of girth that he was very near release. She cupped his balls in her hands, applying a gentle kneading pressure as she sucked. She could feel a tingling sensation through his shaft and she prepared to welcome his hot, musky cum in her grateful, waiting mouth.
To me, this little snippet is the epitome of erotic pussy spanking, even though done ostensibly for punishment. And that little line at the end, “On your knees, woman. Show me how sorry you are” is the frosting on the BDSM pussy spanking cake.
That’s it. I’m never eating cake again.
Let’s get back on topic and close with a few places you can visit to learn how to smack that pussy like a pro (because I am nothing if not dedicated to expanding everybody’s sexual and/or BDSM repertoire until you’re all just as kinky as I am)! Pussy spanking tips from Looking4more, Blogspot blogger Surrender, and this, the most dastardly kind of pussy spanking of all! 😀
When their preference for BDSM becomes embarrassingly public, Angela and Jim O’Brien decide to start afresh in Corbin’s Bend, a community based on a common ethos of spanking, a place where Ange hopes they can belong.
Ange soon learns that in this new environment, Jim is not beyond chastising her with a good sound spanking as the couple face their past demons and try to recover the closeness they once shared. New challenges soon face the couple. Will their difficulties destroy them or can their move be what Ange initially hoped for, an exile to unity?
Enjoy the rest of your reading, and don’t forget to Click here to check out the other amazing authors participating in the A to Z Blog Hop going on all through June! 🙂