The bruises from our first session were fading. I didn’t realize how much I loved them until they were almost gone. He said he didn’t mean to mark me. Not during our first time. Intentional or not, I loved them nonetheless. And now that they were almost gone, I craved more.

His text came when I was reading something spicy and warming up for a solo sesh. Mental note made, he can read my mind too. “✌🏻- on my bed”. He had shared the hand signals the week before, but this was first time he used one. Each number of fingers corresponds with a specific action. Two fingers meant I was to get on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air. I put my book down and went to get ready. The braid down my back was still damp from my bath. I wished I had dried it earlier but there’s no time for that now. At least I got a really good shave; so smooth everywhere. I slipped on some shoes and grabbed my keys and purse.

The drive to his place was short. He left the door unlocked for me. There was a lamp on in the foyer but I didn’t see him anywhere. I toed my shoes off by the door and set my purse on the entry table before softly walking down the hall to his room. I stripped nude then climbed on his bed with my ass facing the doorway. It was a really nice bed. Nicer than mine. A fluffy white duvet with several decorative pillows, unexpected for this commanding of a man. They contrasted with the sturdy, bronze frame; that part suited him. A column stemmed from each corner and arched together as they got closer to the ceiling.

I stayed perched on his bed, ass high, waiting. My skin tingled in anticipation while my mind raced with thoughts of what was to come tonight. Would he treat me again to some lashes with his belt? My mind drifted back to our last encounter. I had never been hit with a belt before. Not as a child nor by a lover. The replay rolled through my mind and swirled with the spicy book from earlier tonight. The coil inside me was already winding. Deep in thought, I didn’t know he had entered the room until the door clicked shut, the first sign that we have begun. I’m in trouble.

The room warmed instantly with his presence. It was dim and I couldn’t see him, but I could sense where he was as he moved behind me. His voice broke silence. “You are to only call me Daddy, no Baby.” “Yes, Daddy,” I replied. Clap. He swatted my pussy with his cupped hand. A small moan escaped my mouth from the unexpected sensation. He did it again, a little bit firmer, cupping my whole mound with his hand when it landed. A light caress before he withdrew his hand and swatted me again. He leaned down, breath hot in my ear, asking in confirmation, “you like that Good Girl?” “Yes, Daddy.” Clap, clap. Two in a row. He ran his fingers down my slit, testing my wetness. His fingers drifted back towards my clit, pressing in firm circles before disappearing. Clap, again. “Yes, Daddy.” He alternated between sensual touches across my back, swatting my pussy, and running his fingers through my slickness. When he was satisfied that I was warmed up, he retreated from the space behind me. His steps were light and I couldn’t hear him walk across the floor. I could tell he had moved away as the air around me cooled, but wasn’t exactly sure where he was.

Silence was again broken, this time with the sound of his dresser drawer sliding open. Clink. Clink. Clink. The sounds from the buckle of his belt filled the room. It jostled more as he smoothed the belt in his hand and then the room fell silent again. Daddy returned to the space behind me and draped the belt across my back, from my left shoulder to my right asscheek. He notice my slight smile and asked if I was excited or nervous. “Excited, Daddy. From the moment the drawer slid open.” He drug the belt down through the crack of my ass, leaving my skin wanting more of its touch.

THANK YOU FOR READING. PART 2 COMING TOMORROW.