Paddle Talk: Part I

“But what do I do with it?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Everything.”

“Oohhh,” she said, her lips parted and slightly trembling. She looked down at the paddle as though she had never seen it before. As though it might do something of its own will.

The paddle was clear acrylic and she had it resting against her thigh, so I could see her garter through it. She could be a model for CANE-IAC, sitting there, in her red lace-edged thigh highs and this amazing fucking 16″ paddle in her manicured hand. Even the handle matched her outfit. It was all I could do not to grab the Clear Acrylic Paddle SR out of her hand, flip the girl onto her stomach and show her just what flavor of everything I had in mind.

But I liked to watch her explore. And we had time…

She rolled over onto her side, and extended her arm its full length, the paddle suspended above her leg. “Like this,” she asked, her luscious meaty thigh laid out before me, as though prepared just for me.

I nodded.

She closed her eyes, and I grabbed her chin before she could do anything else. She gave a startled squeal of surprise, and I brought my lips very close to hers before whispering, “Look at me.”

She nodded, and I moved back, stretched out on the bed. This time her eyes never left mine. She let the paddle fall. She sound of the slap was much louder than she expected, and she squealed, blushing furiously and never breaking my gaze.

She raised her arm again and let it fall. This time it was a small, “Oh,” that escaped her full and glossed lips. Again she raised her arm. And again. And again. I could watch the flesh of her thigh absorb each impact, and soon her skin was as pink as her cheeks, and her breath was coming quick. As was my own.

She went to raise her arm again, and I stopped her with a glance. I took the paddle from her ever-so-slightly trembling hand, and brought her breathlessly toward me. She was radiating heat in my arms, and so pliable.

I reached a hand down, and a small hiss escaped her lips as my fingers trailed across her and cupped themselves deeply between her thighs.

I raised the paddle between us so that we were staring at one another through it. I dragged my fingers down its length, and we could both see the glistening trails of moisture.

She had no trouble at all reading my lips.

“My turn.”

xxx Slyce

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