A Formal Spanking

Synth was writhing on his lap. Her hips had begun to lift to the paddle then grind into his thigh. Her legs had begun to kick so hard that one leg had escaped his hold spreading her before him. As Vic spanked he was mesmerized by her growing wetness, the way it gleamed and sparkled as she twisted seemingly to wink at him. He loved looking at Synth's sex, her deep rose vulva swollen and moist. He could see her clitoris beginning to harden. Even though she cried openly her body rocked and pushed against him in evident desire, her hip stroking his increasing erection as she bucked and jerked. Vic knew Synth's emotions were close to the breaking point. Vic timed this rest for her after his scolding and cooed to her, "Baby, I have to love you in every way I know how. This is one way. When you are naughty and need to be spanked for your naughtiness, you can count on my doing just that. I think you want me to be strong for you and not afraid to take you in hand when I think it's needed."

Synth writhed sobbing like a child, kicking, her body jerking from the scorching heat of Vic's lashes with the leather paddle. She knew she'd lost control sometime ago when she could no longer hold back the torrent of tears. Lost? No, she'd let go. Somehow the smacks to her bottom as hot and sharp as they were, seemed deliciously painful. She couldn't really define them as "painful" because they set her on fire in more ways than one. As her buttocks and upper thighs had become hot with the stinging burn, so had she begun to burn internally with a strong gnawing sexual desire. She'd felt her wetness grow with each smack, then felt the wetness combine with the water from the spray and begin to seep and tickle her entire vulva. The idea of being spanked had appealed to her for a long time, but she'd never imagined the intensity of the stimulation to her bottom. She'd been surprised at how much it had hurt especially after Vic had sprayed her bottom with the fine cold mist. And she was surprised at how determined Vic had been to make this a serious spanking. She'd realized with a jolt as the paddle came down again and again on her tender and searing bottom that this was no game, but she couldn't pin point the exact moment the hurting had begun to mingle with the sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Sometime during the spanking when she felt she couldn't take any more something had begun to change and her thoughts had become purely sexual in nature. With each smack, smack, smack, burning smack to the tender stinging flesh of her bottom she became more and more aroused. The flow of tears burned her eyes as they spilled over her eyelids and dripped to the carpet making little crystal droplets on the fibers. She wailed like a child, crying and struggling to move her sore bottom from Vic's determined onslaught.

Synth didn't have any idea what happened or why, but suddenly the fight left her and she ceased to struggle. Hanging limp like a rag doll over Vic's lap, she absorbed each smack without resistance and gave in to the tears. She heard herself hiccuping out the words, "I aaa aaaam sss so sorrrry Vvvv vic. Ppp please for for forgive mmm me. I dd ddd didn't mmm me mean to emm mmbarr rrasssss y yy you." It would have been hard to tell Vic that she really did feel bad, guilty about his having to push his car to a gas station. Vic was the last person in the world she wanted to embarrass or hurt. When she'd heard the tone of his voice, she'd known he was terribly upset with her. She'd filled with shame as she realized how humiliated he must have felt pushing his car in his tuxedo, hoping to be on time as passing people whizzing by made catcalls and teased about his predicament. As her bottom received smack after smack, the tears flowed freely washing her transgressions from deep inside.

Vic watched Synth's body language closely. He felt the resistance leaving her as muscle by muscle gave up the fight. With each hot kiss of leather to her upturned bottom she started to become more and more pliable over his lap. She'd let go of her shame and guilt. A few more, hard, well placed, smacks and the spanking was over. Vic scooped Synth into his arms and held her, now rocking her in his arms. She lay limp against him, face burrowed and crying into his neck. He wriggled in the chair as her hip brushed against an erection so hard and tight it was painful. Synth's hands began to wander over him aimlessly, caressing, rubbing. He felt her head tilt and looked into her tear filled eyes as she leaned to kiss him. Her hands slid to cup his face and her tongue darted, exploring his mouth. He was a bit surprised at the hunger and insistence in her kiss. As her tongue swirled in his mouth dancing with his, her hand slipped to gently wrap and stroke the tent of his pants. Soon fingers were sliding beneath the cummerbund to unfasten his pants. He gasped as Synth opened and pushed his pants apart to free him. Her warm soft hand gently circling him and sliding with a feather touch. The gentle stroking of Synth's soft hand brought an increase in pressure and an intense tingling to his swollen head. He felt the soft building of sensation in the back of his testicles and prostate and moaned softly into her mouth.

Vic pulled back breaking the kiss and slid a pouting Synth off his lap to stand in front of him. Her skirt fell to the floor in seconds. Her hands came to pull him to his feet by the lapels as frantic hands pushed off his tuxedo jacket and tugged unbuttoning his shirt. Arms bumped as both almost ripped clothes from each other. Neither paid even the slightest bit of attention to the undraped window as clothes were tossed in a frenzy to get each other naked. As Vic tried to remove Synth's bra and toe on heel, also tried to push off and step out of a shoe at the same time, pants binding his ankles he lost his balance and felt himself begin to fall. Synth, trying to help him, grabbed just in time to lose her balance as clutching each other; they fell to the floor. Vic had no idea just how they managed to fall in the position of his mouth at Synth's sweet mound, but he quickly took advantage of the blessing and darted his tongue between her soft puffy lips. His hands pushing her legs wide, Vic circled the tight swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, reveling in her unique flavor of mild lemon and salt. Wriggling he kicked off his shoes and pants, his tongue never missing beat in the rhythm he'd set to pleasure her.

Synth growled, back arching as the sharp intense tingles produced by Vic's tongue shot through her body. Her hands reached to wind gripping fingers in his soft naturally wavy hair. Vic's thumbs parted her lips unhooding her clitoris making her jump and buck in pleasure. Holding her open, exposing that tiny sweet spot, he stroked back and forth with the tip of his tongue. The intensity drove Synth to tighten her hands in Vic's hair. Then his groan of pain against her vulva brought a reflex loosening of her fingers as hands slipped to grip the carpet fibers at her sides. Back arching deeply Synth writhed beneath Vic's velvet soft tongue as it stroked, fluttered, stroked hitting that oh, so sensitive spot with precision. Electric like tingles ran from beneath his tongue throughout her body. Her pelvis began to rock, lifting to push into Vic's mouth and then, back bowing grinding the sore crescents of her bottom into the carpet. Moans and growls came steadily as a huge wave began to build in her body straining to satisfy the hunger clawing at her depths.

Vic recognized the sweet signs of Synth in the throws of impending orgasm and reached to insert a finger into her slick muscle clenching wetness. His finger probed the hot wet tunnel to find that small spongy place on the underside of her pubic bone. Mmmm, the ribs of his fingerprints loved the feel of this magic place inside Synth and the way it made her forget all her inhibitions as her body sought sweet release from its hunger. His other hand reached to tweak and gently twist alternating between her hard puckered nipples. He couldn't help but picture and taste miniature gumdrops as he rolled the hard buds in his fingers. Seconds after Vic began to massage gently inside, Synth he felt her body tense. The low deep growl that followed as she began to twitch and jerk, inner muscles like a vice around his finger brought a flattening of his tongue to bring her over the edge. He held her, his tongue stroking hard against her making her buck and howl as the wave of orgasm washed through her. The rhythmic gripping of her inner muscles on his finger was another telltale sign that Synth had achieved sweet release. He continued to stroke her G-spot as his tongue tortured her hard swollen clitoris.

Synth whimpered and she squirmed the sensations of tongue against her standing bud so intense they almost hurt. Her hands reached to wind once again in Vic's hair to try to pull him up. With a raspy whisper she begged, "Please, Vic, I have to feel you inside me. Pleeeeeease, Victor! Now."

Vic stopped long enough to growl, "Cum for me once more, Synth. Baby, cum again for me." As he encouraged her, he slipped his finger, slick and wet, to probe and enter Synth's sweet tight almost virginal back entrance. He couldn't help but grin against her open sex as she went wild. He loved bringing this animal out in Synth. The growling and twisting under him combined with the heat, the aroma, and strong gripping around his finger brought intense pressure to his erection pressed into the carpeting, the head of his penis acutely sensitive to every move against the soft carpeting. As he felt the tight strong ring of muscle begin to loosen gradually around his finger he began to draw it almost out then slide it back in deep, his knuckles pushing into the soft tenderness of her inner cheeks. Vic let his tongue circle, lap, stroke, and then circle again as his finger kept up a long steady sliding rhythm.

Synth gasped for breath, back arched, hips rocking with the finger causing a slight pressure and extreme pleasure. Her throat was dry and there didn't seem to be enough air in the whole room as she felt the gathering deep in her core once again. As it grew and grew to overwhelm and envelope her she froze, her body going rigid, as the torturous sweet pain slipped over the edge bringing breath taking pleasure to wash through her. Her body convulsed with the explosion that coursed through her. Her hips jerked and bucked, body twisting, writhing as the orgasm gripped her head to toe.

Vic quickly gripped just below Synth's ankles spreading her legs and pushing them toward her shoulders, her knees pushing into her breasts raising her hot, well spanked bottom off the floor and into better view. He released one leg just long enough to guide himself to her warm wet sweetness. His back arched, pushing himself into her slowly. Teeth gritting as the pressure of her sweetness squeezed surrounding him, he pushed her legs back further changing the angle of his entrance. His breath caught as he focused watching himself disappear deeper and deeper into Synth. Her sex open and spread before him as he claimed her, stretched her, took her, made his heart pound with excitement. It took all his resolve to go slowly rather than plunge to her depths. Excruciatingly slowly, he slid deeper, deeper, deeper, finding and pushing into her cervix. Losing his resolve, he jerked ramming to the hilt, his testicles resting between her warm spread cheeks. He stopped to absorb the feel of her gripping and releasing around him breathing deeply. To please and tease, he wiggled his hips making her squeal as his head brushed her cervix and his scrotum rocked gently on her bottom. The sensations built more and more strongly from the tip of his penis to flow through his body. He began to move sliding slowly out, almost leaving her, then slowly pushing back into her in long easy strokes. His head, super sensitive slid burrowing along her strong walls then the walls would close around his shaft. The feeling was exquisite; one he wished could last for hours.

Synth moaned as Vic began to enter her. She loved the way his hard hot penis stretched and filled her, demanding that her body mold to fit his. The way he moved inside her produced tingles that coursed through her running along her spine. Feathery and electric sensations seemed to flow with the blood through her whole body. Legs high, spread and pushed tight to her chest allowed very deep penetration that thrilled her. Not being able to move but a fraction of an inch was delicious and tormenting. At times, she wanted to kick with the intensity of what she was feeling but her legs were as good as bound. At times, she wanted to raise her pelvis to meet Vic's and to grind into his pelvic bone. Then again, Vic's long slow controlled strokes satisfied that demanding need to feel Vic inside her. To feel him moving inside her, joining her to him, making her a part of him and him a part of her produced a feeling of belonging to someone, not ownership, but rather a deep sense of being where she belonged. This act of making love to someone she loved, even in its rawest animal like form eased the need to be fulfilled body, mind, heart and soul. She'd never felt as completely involved or as close to Vic and wondered as he slid so exquisitely inside her if it had anything to do with the spanking. As Vic quickened the rhythm of his stroking, she could feel his urgency building and became lost in the tempo and movement of this lover's dance.

Vic listened, Synth's sounds adding to his desire to find the same cleansing release. His hips pumped, back and forth, faster and faster, the intensity and sensation building around the head of penis. To have Synth wrapping his rock hard engorged and flared head and shaft in her slick hot sweetness, fired his whole body with tingles, jolts, twinges, all of them extreme, captivating him. He became single minded, drove into her with a purpose as his testicles tightened and he felt the beginnings of semen on the move. He growled, " grab the backs of your knees and open wide for me, Synth."

Synth gripped the backs of her knees, spreading her legs wide. She felt Vic ramming into her, hard and deep making her wince as he pressed into her inflamed bottom, then one hand, fingers flattened, began to quickly stroke her clitoris, his other hand reached to probe and tease her anus. She whimpered and moaned. Inner muscles encompassed Vic grasping tightly each time he bumped against the hot sore flesh of her cheeks. The loud sound of his breathy moans, combined with all the other myriad sensations created a time and place where exquisite feelings drove all other thought to disappear. Synth felt her body tense, the burgeoning tendrils of an internal climax beginning to flow through her, gathering like a closing fist at her core, squeezing, grasping. Synth was caught in the wave of profound pleasure, back arching steeply, head back and grinding into the floor. A low hoarse whimper came from deep in her chest... "Aaaaahhhhhhh, I'm cumming, Vic. Ohhhhh, God, Vic, I'm cummmmmminnnnnng again..."

Hearing Synth brought a rush through his body. Hips jerking, bucking hard and deeply into her, Vic felt himself slip over the edge. He plunged his finger through the tight vice like ring of muscle as far as he could. "Ahhhgggrrrr", he growled as he came, spewing his hot thick seed into her. Hips gradually ceasing to buck and push he quickly leaned over Synth, finger slipping from her, his arms wrapping her to hold her close as her strong inner contractions milked at him, draining him. He whispered in a pant into her ear, "I do love you so, Synth," as he held her to him, feeling the heat of his own breath washing back in his face.

Synth snuggled into him, almost purring. She could feel his heart pounding against her breasts, slowing as he breathed heavily against her neck, ear and the side of her face. Overcome by the power of her own release, her breath still coming hard, she purred, "I love you too, Vic. And I'm really sorry about letting you down."

Vic ground his pelvis into her as he gripped her tightly in his arms. He nuzzled that sweet soft spot where her neck joined her shoulder, kissing gently. He took a deep breath, let it out against her neck in a rush, pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "forget about that now, Baby, it's all over. We've dealt with it. It's finished".

He couldn't help but grin when he heard the, "yes, Sir", mumbled softly and sweetly into his chest.