The Art of Intimacy
Sharon strolled through the quaint streets of Niagara on the Lake, her favorite weekend getaway destination. The charming town exuded a romantic atmosphere, and she felt a sense of excitement as she explored its hidden gems. As an art enthusiast, she had always dreamed of visiting the renowned Niagara on the Lake Art Gallery, and today, she finally had the chance.
The gallery was nestled in a quiet corner of the town, its elegant facade inviting passersby to step inside. As Sharon entered, she was greeted by a warm ambiance and the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The space was filled with natural light, showcasing a stunning collection of paintings and photographs by local artists. Each piece was a masterpiece, capturing the essence of the region’s natural beauty and cultural heritage.
As she admired a breathtaking landscape painting, a soft voice startled her. “It’s quite something, isn’t it?”
She turned to find a man standing behind her, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He was of average height, with a lean build and a warm, welcoming smile. His brown hair was neatly combed, and he wore a pair of stylish glasses that accentuated his handsome features.
“Oh, yes, it’s absolutely stunning,” Sharon replied, her voice soft and slightly breathy. “I’ve always wanted to visit this gallery, and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.”
The man extended his hand, introducing himself as Harold, the owner of the gallery. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Sharon. I’m glad you’re enjoying the collection. Would you like a private tour? I’d be delighted to show you some of our hidden treasures.”
Intrigued by his offer, Sharon accepted, and they spent the next hour exploring the gallery together. Harold’s passion for art was evident as he shared fascinating stories about each piece, his voice filled with admiration and respect for the artists. His knowledge and enthusiasm were infectious, and Sharon found herself captivated by his every word.
As they strolled through the gallery, Harold’s gaze occasionally drifted to Sharon’s face, taking in her delicate features and captivating blonde hair. She was a vision of sophistication and beauty, and he felt a growing attraction towards her.
“You have a remarkable eye for art, Sharon,” Harold said, his voice slightly husky. “I can tell you appreciate the finer things in life. Perhaps we could continue this conversation over dinner? There’s a lovely restaurant nearby that I think you’d enjoy.”
Sharon’s heart fluttered at the invitation. There was something about Harold that intrigued her—his intelligence, his passion, and the subtle hint of shyness in his demeanor. “I’d love to,” she replied, a playful smile crossing her lips.
They walked to the restaurant, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined. The evening air was crisp, and the sound of their footsteps echoed on the cobblestone streets. As they entered the cozy bistro, the warm glow of candlelight and the soft jazz music created an intimate atmosphere.
Over a delicious meal of fresh seafood and local wine, they shared stories about their lives. Harold spoke of his love for art and his journey as a gallery owner, while Sharon talked about her career as a fashion designer and her passion for travel. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and they discovered a shared love for adventure and the arts.
As the night deepened, Harold’s gaze became more intense, his eyes never leaving Sharon’s face. There was an unspoken desire building between them, a simmering tension that charged the air with electricity.
“Sharon, there’s something I’d like to share with you,” Harold said, his voice low and intimate. “It’s a bit unusual, but I feel a connection with you, and I’d like to explore it further.”
Sharon’s curiosity piqued. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against the edge of the table. “Oh, do tell, Harold. I’m all ears.”
“Well, you see, I have a particular… preference when it comes to intimacy,” he began, his voice hesitant yet filled with desire. “I enjoy being spanked by women I form relationships with. It’s a unique pleasure that I’ve only shared with a few special partners.”
Sharon’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across her face. She had never encountered such a request, but there was something about Harold’s vulnerability that intrigued her. She felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of exploring this new realm of pleasure.
“I must admit, I’ve never been asked to do something like that,” she said, her voice laced with a playful tone. “But I’m open to new experiences, especially with someone as charming as you, Harold.”
Harold’s face lit up with relief and excitement. “I understand if it’s not your cup of tea, but I’m thrilled that you’re willing to indulge me. I promise it can be quite enjoyable for both of us.”
As they finished their meal, the anticipation between them grew. Harold’s hand gently caressed Sharon’s thigh under the table, his touch sending shivers up her spine. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let’s go back to my hotel room. I want to explore this further, Harold. I want to give you the spanking you desire.”
They hurried back to Sharon’s hotel, their hands eagerly exploring each other as they walked. The night air was cool on their heated skin, and their desire burned brighter with every step.
Once inside the hotel room, Sharon wasted no time. She pushed Harold onto the bed, his body yielding to her touch. She straddled his waist, her long legs on either side of his hips, and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular chest.
“You’re a naughty boy, Harold,” she purred, her fingers trailing down his torso, eliciting a shiver from him. “I’m going to give you the spanking you’ve been craving, and then I’m going to make you beg for more.”
Harold’s breath quickened, his eyes darkening with desire. “Yes, Sharon. Please, I want to feel your hand on my bare skin.”
Sharon slid off his shirt, exposing his shoulders and chest. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck, her tongue tracing a path down to his collarbone. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of his firm flesh.
“You’re so beautiful, Harold,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
She reached for his belt, slowly undoing it as she kissed his chest, her lips leaving a trail of desire. Harold’s hands gripped the bedsheets, his body tensing in anticipation. She unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs, revealing his erect cock, straining against his boxers.
Sharon’s eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length. She couldn’t help but smile, her fingers tracing the outline of his shaft through the fabric. “Oh, Harold, you’re quite the package, aren’t you?”
Harold let out a soft moan, his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more contact. “Please, Sharon. I need to feel your touch.”
With a swift motion, she tore off his boxers, exposing his hard cock, glistening with pre-cum. She took a moment to admire his manhood, her eyes lingering on the thick veins and the glistening head.
“Mmm, you’re so eager,” she purred, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly. “But first, I’m going to give you the spanking you’ve been waiting for.”
Sharon positioned herself behind Harold, her knee nudging his legs apart. She admired his firm, round ass, the muscles flexing as he awaited her touch. She raised her hand, her palm connecting with his right cheek, delivering a sharp smack that echoed through the room.
“Oh!” Harold gasped, his body jerking at the sudden impact.
Sharon spanked him again, this time on the left cheek, her hand leaving a warm imprint on his skin. “You like that, don’t you, Harold? You like feeling my hand on your bare ass.”
“Yes, Sharon,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “It feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
Encouraged by his response, Sharon continued her spanking, alternating between his cheeks, her hand landing with increasing force. She watched as his ass cheeks turned a rosy hue, the heat radiating from his skin. Harold’s moans filled the room, his body writhing with pleasure.
“That’s it, my naughty boy,” she cooed, her free hand reaching around to stroke his throbbing cock. “You’re so responsive to my touch. I love hearing you beg for more.”
Harold’s hips bucked with each spank, his cock twitching in her hand. “Oh, Sharon, I’m so close. Please, don’t stop now.”
Sharon’s heart raced as she felt his impending orgasm. She wanted to push him to the edge, to make him beg for release. She increased the intensity of her spanks, her hand landing with a satisfying smack on his reddened flesh.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Harold cried out, his body trembling. “I’m going to cum, Sharon. Oh God, it feels so good!”
As he climaxed, Sharon squeezed his cock, milking every drop of his hot cum onto his stomach. She continued to spank him through his orgasm, her hand leaving a stinging sensation on his ass.
“Oh, Sharon,” Harold panted, his body relaxing onto the bed. “That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
Sharon smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “That was just the beginning, Harold. I have so much more in store for you.”
As the night wore on, Sharon and Harold explored their newfound passion, pushing boundaries and discovering new heights of pleasure. Their bodies entwined, moving in perfect rhythm, each touch and caress igniting a fire within them.
The spanking was just the first chapter in their erotic journey, a journey that would take them to places they never imagined, where pleasure and desire knew no bounds.
I’m Yours, Master
One of my callers called me up last night, I hadn’t heard from this man in quite some time, so it was nice he hadn’t forgotten about me. He is very into the BDSM scene and his girlfriend left him, so he hasn’t had a play partner in quite a while, months really, so he calls me on occasion to talk about various BDSM scenarios he likes. He likes his women tied up and gagged, then he likes to whip them with a cat o nine tails.
The tease and denial he did on his girlfriend actually sounds quite yummy to me, I am a bit submissive an he’d tell me how he’d tie her up and keep her on the brink or orgasm for hours until he’d allow her to cum. She’d literally be begging him to cum, her engorged pussy lips aching with need to have that release of orgasm. He liked to make them squirm and squirm they did. He asked me if I’d touch myself for him and allow him to do what he did to her. I said sure, I was game. He liked to guide me in my masturbation until I was panting and begging to cum the same as he did to her. He was very good at it really and I always enjoyed his calls and did cum quite hard, when he’d finally allow me to.
He was of course masturbating at the same time and I could tell he enjoyed the calls as well, and he loved when I beg for it. I don’t know why it quite turned me on like it did, to beg this man to let me cum, but it did drive me wild there no doubt about it. It was sexy, yet it was a bit humiliating and degrading, but not in a bad way, it turned me on so much to be made to say those words. He would have been fantastic in bed I bet.
Spank Me
Spanking is one of the most popular fetishes that men call about. Many were caught masturbating as children and were punished and this has had lifelong effects on them and this is the root cause of most spanking fetishes. Some also that are older and that were in schools where corporal punishment was administered during the years of their sexual awakening, they likely were not caught masturbating at school, but were being punished for some other infraction and were then spanked, or had a paddle used on them, usually by a female teacher.
Many times this has caused teacher related and spanking related fantasies even years and years later. Men will call up for spanking phone sex calls and often be hitting themselves with something during the call and will have me count and clap my hands to simulate spanking noises. It’s a highly erotic and charged experience for them. Many phone sex callers will also be clients of real time dominatrixes that they go to for real life punishment sessions. It’s quite common to hear men talk about their visits and how he had the holy hell beaten out of him by a flogger, cat o nine tails or a paddle.
Some like to be hit so hard that they are bruised. Some have emailed me pics where they are literally black and blue all over their backsides from being hit so severely. How that is arousing, I do not know or understand, but for many it is and they enjoy it and get off to it. So spanking enhances the masturbation and sex lives of many people, alone, or in couples, one spanking the other. As long as it’s consensual, why not, have at it. So get out your spanking implements and give me a call, boys. I’m happy to whip your ass!
Call Me Up And Spank Me, Sir
I’ve been seeing this new guy the last few weeks and he had playfully swatted me on the behind a few times as I walked past him and I didn’t think anything of it. Then the last time we made love, before he fucked me he grabbed me and turned me over his knee and hit my behind hard several times. I was a bit shocked, but didn’t tell him to stop either.
I’ve had callers, several of them that liked me to talk about spanking them, but don’t get to many that like to talk about them spanking me, and I liked it. He doesn’t hit my behind hard enough to leave marks, but I’m sore for a few hours after he has done it. Once he even rubbed cream on my dark pink behind and as I was turned over his knee I felt his fingers go down the crack of my ass and into my pussy underneath. I felt his fingertips, still slick with he cream he’d used on my behind start to work on my clit. He told me to be a good girl and allow him to finger my pussy. It didn’t take much coaxing.
I could feel his fingers tease my pussy and stroke my cunt lips and search out my stiffened clit. I was bucking my hips upwards to meet his middle finger that was rubbing my clit up and down. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my underside, feeling his arousal as he was caressing my wet pussy with his fingers. All of a sudden I felt my orgasm well up in side of me and he kept rubbing as I came, easing up on the pressure of his strokes as I caught my breath, his had all wet and sticky with my juices. Yes, I don’t mind a good spanking once in a while at all…
Bare Bottom Spankings
Has your ass been craving a terrific spanking? Then I’m just the gal to dole it out to you. Bare bottom spankings are one of my specialties. Although hairbrushes, paddles and doubled over leather belts are also very welcome for you to have on hand before you call. I like the idea of men whimpering with pain as I tell them to hit themselves over and over. I had one last night I made whip himself a few dozen times, and he loved every minute of it.
The humiliation that comes from a good, sound, swift spanking often is rooted in childhood. I find British men often are taken back to the days of corporal punishment in their school days when their sexual awakenings were happening are often the root cause. Ones also seem to be aroused by spanking if their mothers were involved. Many times punishing the naughty boys for masturbating, and this can often set off a double whammy of a fetish, spanking, and a mommy fetish. Both of which I’m only too happy to do for you. I would love to spank you until your bottom is too sore to sit down on. You will whack yourself each time I count and clap my hands, do you understand?
Think of bending over my knee, pants down, dick between my thighs, quickly growing harder by the moment. I will bring my hand back and wallop you like there’s no tomorrow. Shall I use my bare hand? A paddle? We can discuss this beforehand as I punish you to the degree which I have determined you deserve. Now, BEND OVER!
