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growing up

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Submitted: December 27, 2016

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Ever since I was a little girl I watched women primping and prepping themselves, in awe while they got themselves ready for a special occasion. I was a flower girl when I was 5, and was given a pair of lace gloves by the brides for my tiny hands. I was pretty sure this was exactly what a princess must feel like.

Just before the ceremony, I watched everyone get their heels on, smoke lipstick stained cigarettes, help each other with final touches on their hair, squeeze breasts into a dress that could barely contain them, wrestle with zippers and catches, all the while an undercurrent of laughter and nervous tension. I couldn’t wait to be a grown woman. 

Now I am older and it's my big day. My two girlfriends and I are getting ready together.Gorgeous women in various states of undress, pouting at mirrors and fixing eyelashes. The bed a mess of bags and backpacks, bows and garters. Gasping at each other when lingerie was revealed or bruises from the weekend shared. All helping straighten stockings, doing our eye make up, letting them braid my hair. It’s an intimate kind of bonding, and preening together. I was a little lost in the afternoon haze. 

Then He appeared. His scent filled the room and we all fell silent. He bent me over the end of the couch and flipped my skirt up exposing my bare arse. My friends sat on the other end of the couch, watching us, kissing each other, pleasing each other. I was very aware of their presence and the little exhibitionist in me got ready to put on a show.

He gave me a few light smacks, some gentle rubbing just to say hello and then right into the flogger. He worked back and forth on both sides of my ass slowly warming me up and finding his rhythm. The pace picked up and put more force into his smacks, my feet making little kicks when his relentless assault almost became too much, the outside world becoming fuzzy, finding myself peace in the painful rhythm, allowing small yelps to escape with each swat.

Eventually He tired of the flogger; He paused, laid his flogger across and went to get his next tool. I looked up to see my friends had changed positions. One of their faces was buried deep in the others pussy and I became aware that she had been softly moaning just a few feet from my head for quite some time. I began to think of all of the delightful ways that I would like to be invited into their scene when my fantasies were interrupted by my dom’s return.

He moved close to me, his hand on the small of my back and the cool face of his paddle pressed against me. Spanked again, it was sometimes hard and sometimes soft, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, deliberately even, moving back and forth between my ass cheeks, sometimes catching me by surprise with an extra hard swat. I tried to hold still for him but more and more my feet would kick, my hands would search for something to hold on to, every swat eliciting a yelp of blissful pain. I have never been spanked so hard and i loved it, i didn’t want it to end, in that moment i wanted only to be beaten, torn apart. 

When His cock invaded me, it drew short gasps from my lungs, matching my friends in their frenzy. Our climaxes were quick, His need to fill me driving him harder and faster. We all lay there sated,  the musk of sex permeating the room, four bodies slowly touching each other in post-coital contentment. We disentangled ourselves, no words spoken as we got ready, all thinking of the night to come.


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