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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} The Sofa
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Date: Thu, 01 Oct 2015 21:10:05 -0400
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The Sofa
 
  Awakening  in the darkened the room the woman, lies on the bed, covers 
exposing the tops of  her soft white breasts.  Her cheeks are still warm to 
the touch.  Warm  and lazy and quite content, now.  What led to this afternoon 
nap and being  sent to her room.  Well.  Thinking back on it, the woman 
realizes the  "brat" had a lot to do with it.  The brat should not have 
backtalked to the  man, challanging him all the time.  The smirky grin and the 
teasing  tongue. 
    Teeth  firmly clamping down on his tongue, as he tasted the velvety 
warmth of her  mouth.  The eyes filled with glee, looking directly into his.  
Her  hand holding his away from her breast.  Playing with his fingers,  
entangling.  The man's breathing heavy and now frustrated.  The woman,  almost 
matching him in height, as he leans into her, feeling her  breasts pressed to 
his chest and then, her body  pulls aways.   Only the three point connection 
of hands and mouth.  Her fingers and  hands entangled in his, holding them 
to his sides.
    As  his feet slide forward to make body contact, the woman steps back.  
Always  a few inches separating.  Her teeth, holding their prisoner firmly; 
but not  breaking the skin.  The slow dance across the living room floor.  
Eyes  still locked, in this test of wills.  Finally the woman feels  
furniture against the back of her thighs.  She has back into the arm of her  living 
room sofa.
    With  no more room to back up, the man schuffles forward and now his 
body pushes  against the woman's.  The contact of chests and then groins.  
Leaning  back a few inches the woman can escape the contact for a few second 
more and  then, he leans in pushes against her breasts.  His jeans fly pressed 
 into the soft material of her sweats.  The woman can feel the bump in the  
front of his pants pushing at her mons.
    Catching  her breath for a moment, her grip on his tongue relaxes, oh 
so slightly and a  quick jerk and it slides along her teeth, back into his 
mouth.  His lips  now bend to the side and latch on the soft flesh of her 
neck.  Worrying the  skin and sensitive nerves, the telltale moan, announces 
that he found the  spot.  The woman shivers and her muscles melt for a moment. 
    Waiting  for this reaction, the man uses his interlaced fingers to spin 
the woman  around.  Now she is pushed against the arm of the sofa with the 
front of  her thighs indented.  The man leans into the woman and slowly 
pushes  her over the arm and she falls face first on the cushions.  Fingers  
realease to catch her fall.
    The  woman is now bent over the high arm.  Leaning over the man quickly 
pull the  woman's tee shirt up over her head.  Arms and neck still in it.   
Fingers fumble and then undo the clasp on her bra.  The straps loosen and  
the man pulls the cups free of their delectable cargo.  Massaging the  
slightly swaying breasts.  The small nipples hardening slightly and then a  moan 
as his fingers pinch and twist at the rubbery flesh.
    Still  holding the woman to the sofa with the weight of his body, the 
man pulls at  the waistband of the sweatpants and pulls them down below her 
cheeks  and mons.  Slowly they slide down the woman's thighs, to puddle at 
her  ankles.  "Smack, smack, smack."  Three sharp explosions of sound, has  
the man's left hand connects with the round cheeks of the woman.  An  intake 
of breath cuts off the short scream of surprise.  Again another  series of 
slaps.  A muffled word, "stop", escapes the woman's lips as she  lays facedown 
on the sofa cushions.  Alternating hands the man, has  given the woman, a 
good twenty smacks.  As he looks down at the  woman's red cheeks, she turns 
her head raising up slightly and sticks her tongue  at him.
    Obviously.   The hand spanking, did not cure the "brat".  She looked 
lovely.  The  shirt she had worked off her arms and head, the bra straps not 
spoiling the even  flesh of her back.  Two red cheekspushing at the air.   
The material of her thong, marking the valley between.  Pulling at her  waist, 
the man slides the thong down.  A dampness in the crotch  material.
    Instructing  her to stay in position and don't look up, he spread her 
legs slightly to  shoulder width.  Stepping away, he slides his leather belt, 
from its  loops.   A loud explosion of sound, as the leather cracked on the 
 tender flesh.  The round flesh jiggling and a muffled scream, witnesses to 
 the affect of the leather.  Again and again the doubled belt smacked  
against the soft red flesh.  Touching the flesh with his hand, the man  feels 
the heat of the warmed skin.  The belt drops lower, beating at  the backs of 
her white thighs.  Soon they turn red with color and warm  to the leather.
    The  spanking stop for a moment, and again the woman feels the mans 
fingers on her  ass cheeks.  Caressing the hot, red taut skin.  His fingers 
slide down  to her thighs and strokes the smooth creamy flesh.  Sliding between 
her  thighs, a finger probes at the swollen wetness of her lips.   Easily 
sliding in the first finger and then a second.  The moist  tunnel grasps, as 
her thighs tighten on the intruders.  Sawing in and out  the woman's thighs 
open to allow a third one to push at her wet pussy.   Slick with her juice 
the man, wipes them on her hot cheeks.  "Whisk",  the sound precedes the slap 
of the man's penis on the woman's cheeks.  The  man's swollen cock, cool to 
the touch of the whipped flesh.  Bending his  knees, slightly, her organ 
slides into the wet pussy.  A moan escapes  the woman's lips, as he slides all 
the way in.    Grasping her  waist, he pulls her hips to his, in rhythm 
with strokes.  A finger slides  between the sofa arm and the woman, pushing at 
her lips and rubbing against her  clit.  The strokes causing the finger to 
rub up the clit.  The  woman now pushing back at the man.  Arms braced on the 
 cushions.  On weakening legs, the man spurts, deep into the  woman's 
pussy.  Milking him dry, her legs squeeze tight, holding him  in her tunnel.  The 
woman's legs are shaking with the effort.
    The  man leans down and pull the woman to  a standing position, spins 
her around  and then pushs her down on the cushions.  Legs spread dangling 
over  the armrest.  The man takes his belt and  beats lightly on her thighs  
and mons and breasts.  The woman, grabs the belt from the man, taking him  by 
surprise.  She doubles it up again and shoves it between her  thighs.  
Rubbing it between her lips. 
    Moans,  and a whimper of need, escaping her lips, as she saws hard at 
her swollen  lips.  The man reaches down and sucks at her breasts and tweaks 
them  alternately.  The woman using both hands pushs the leather belt tight  
between her legs, slowly rubbing it against her clit.   Thighs  clenching 
she shakes as the intense orgasm rips her body.  When she finally  subsides, 
she slides the belt from between her legs and hands it to the  man.  Her 
juices wet the leather.  Lifting it to his nose, he can  smell the aroused 
scent.
    Pulling  her from the sofa, he follows her up the stairs to her 
bedroom.  The few  well placed smacks keeping her moving.  Leading her to the bed, 
he pulls  back the covers and lies her down on her stomach.   Rubbing  
moisturizer into her red cheeks and thighs and then turns her over.  Pulling 
covers over her body, he tucks the sides under the mattress.   "Sleep and when 
you wake up, you can leave your room if you apologize for being  a brat.  If 
you don't, then maybe you need another spanking."
    Hmm.   Why would I want to apologize........laughing to  herself
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