We were alone in my
house and we got into a huge fight. All
I was wearing was a T-shirt and panties. You got very angry with me and left the
room. You returned with a couple of
pillows under one arm and some soft rope in the other hand. You bent me over the
kitchen table holding me down with one hand, you yanked my panties down with the
other. You tied me up; bent over my
kitchen table long ways (it is a rectangular-shaped table about 3 feet by 2
feet). My feet were tied to the
legs of the table, spread apart; my arms were stretched out in front of me tied
to the to other legs. The pillows
were placed under my hips to raise my bottom and my head was laying down on the
surface. You had spanked my bottom
and penetrated me throughout the day with many things. At times, you would just leave me there and go about your
business (I think to let me rest in between spankings).
Sometimes you would spank me very hard and other times you would spank me
just enough to help me reach my climax. You
had closed all the drapes so no one could see you or me, but you had threatened
(teased?) me that you would leave me there for the whole house to see.
The last spanking
was the worse, as you brought me to sobbing tears. You let me rest there for a moment before untying me and then
holding me in your arms, trying to hush me and telling me it was all over and
that you loved me very much. It was
very gentle the way you had talked to me and held me.
You led me to the
bedroom and made love to me very gently with a lot of caressing and kissing.
After the love
making, you rubbed some cream on my extremely sore, red bottom as I laid on my
stomach purring.
