Erica's Journey
Erica recounts her reactions to her first spanking
Erica has embarked on a journey of sexual self-discovery. With her husband’s consent and whilst he is away she has spoken to a man she believes to be an experienced Dom . You can read what happened in her first lesson in Teach Me.
Part of their agreement is that she writes telling him of her discoveries. This is her first letter.
My Dear Husband,
I can see it in his eyes, the way he sits, he is at ease. He does not look at a woman as an object, more as a virtuoso looks at a musical instrument. He sees the beauty of its construction, how it is put together and how that will effect his approach to playing it. It is not just the music that he plays so well, it is his subtlety in matching his actions to the character of the instrument that makes it sing.
Maybe he does not know it but his assuredness gives me the confidence to ask the question. I tell him that you agree and your conditions.
“I think you need a lesson in how to be less selfish,” he says and commands me to bend over the table.
For a moment I am unsure what he intends, but then I comply. He disappears upstairs and when he returns he tells me to lift my skirt. He pulls down my panties and then I feel an impact on my bottom.
He is spanking me. The first slaps are painful. He is using something hard and flat and each contact makes my skin sting, but then the sensation starts to flow through my body. I begin to tingle, my nipples stiffen, my pussy feels wet, excited. The spanking is no longer a punishment, it is arousing me, turning me on.
He switches to his hand. Now I can feel his flesh smacking against mine. I slip my hand surreptitiously down between my legs anxious to play with myself and enhance the sensations but he spots my fingers and orders me to stop.
When I think I can take no more, not because of the pain, but because of the desire to come that is flooding through me he stops and orders me to display myself. Then he says I may make myself come - in front of him - whilst he watches.
My body shudders at the idea. Sex has always been a lights-out affair. I have hardly ever been naked in front of you my husband but now he is asking me, no telling me to do that, illuminated by the daylight with his eyes on me. My behind tingles, I can still feel the imprints of his hand on me. Energy pulses through me, my pussy, my cunt, he has said I must call it that, is wet. It longs for a touch, his touch. All I am allowed is my fingers to release the pent-up charge within me. My hand moves down.
Waves of pleasure surge through me as my fingers slip between my wet lips. I close my eyes and forget for a moment that he is there as I press hard on my clit, my fingers circling and sending spasms through my body. I hear his voice like a distant call in the wind telling me to open my eyes and look at him; to watch him watching me.
He has freed his cock, it is no longer a penis. I see what he means when he says call it by that name. Now it is something I want, a piece of flesh I crave to have in me. I cannot take my eyes off it as my fingers press at my nub. Another orgasm pulses through me, my muscles tense, my body becomes rigid. I black out just for a moment as I imagine that shaft of flesh penetrating me, thrusting into me.
I am transfixed by it. It takes all my willpower not to rush over there and slide onto it. The thought makes yet another climax surge up inside me. It saps my strength and keeps me sitting with my fingers still pleasuring my body. Another wave builds. It is as if the ocean is pounding inside me, sparkling diamonds of spray gushing through my mind.
Finally, I can take no more. I feel as if my body is liquid, molten, all of my muscles relaxed. Then he summons me to him. I kneel, his cock inches from my eyes. That beautiful solid column of flesh. The skin pulled back from the plum like smooth head and blue veins snaking up its length, pulsing with his life.
I wrap my hand around it and then suck it between my lips, relishing the feel of skin against my lips and inside my mouth. My head bobbing frantically anxious to please.
“Slow down,” he tells me. I begin to move at a slower pace, sliding up and down the shaft, enjoying the sensation even when the bulbous head touches the back of my mouth. I want to take it all inside me. If I am denied it in my pussy by your instructions I will enjoy the sensation of it filling me in other ways.
I sense him pulsing, his seed is rising and then it happens. There is an eruption filling my throat, warm and salty but sweet to my senses. In an involuntary reaction, my head jerks back and a second jet spurts across my nipples. There is a joyous sense that I am bathing in his essence as the liquid splatters onto my breasts.
I lean forward again, savouring the last drops of his emission and then finally release him from my power and sit back. My fingers almost bring me to another climax as I massage his semen into my nipples and breasts.
I do not want this to be all I experience. I am anxious for more. “When is my next lesson, Sir,” I ask.
“Soon,” he says. “Soon.”
