


							Feeding The Fire


	The position is very awkward...on my belly...across Her lap...bare ass exposed.  It's where She put me...like a child...for punishment.  I can barely keep my balance...fingertips trying to steady myself...toes gripping the rug...feeding the fire.
	I'm not quite sure what I did to earn this...it's hard to think...waiting...tense...anxious.
	There's always a shadow of dread.  But, it adds to the excitement I feel.  I can feel the skin of Her legs...under my cunt...rubbing against it...warm...sensuous...feeding the fire
	I wait...positioned...off balance...expectant.  Her hand glides across each cheek in turn...soft...caressing...soothing.  Her other arm is across my back...to keep me from falling.  Or, perhaps, to keep me from trying to move away.  Her open hand falls for the first time...hard...startling.  It stings and I jerk with the surprise.  Again it falls and I close my eyes and hear myself...a small gasp...ahh...yes...waiting for the next one.  And I'm not disappointed.  Over and over, Her hand finds its target...sometimes repeatedly in the same spot...making me burn...inside and out...feeding the fire.
	I wonder for a second...what it feels like to Her....Her hand as it makes contact...the impact as it lands.  I wonder what She thinks...if it stirs Her desire.  I hear Her breath quicken...from exertion...and maybe from something else.
	But, these thoughts are soon lost.  The pain has become more intense...repeated blows...one on top of the other...ahh...yes.  She moves Her leg...against my sex...slowly...methodically...feeding the fire.
	It's getting harder to balance myself.  The pain makes me try to move away...escape the hand.  But, Her leg moves faster against me...making me move against it...taste the pleasure...rock myself to Her rhythm.  The two combine...pain...pleasure...become one thing...each drawing from...urging on...the other...feeding the fire.
	She has not spoken...there is no need.  Something passes between U/us that goes beyond words...a give...a take...dominance...submission.  But, She knows my desire is mounting.  Perhaps in my movements...groans...gasps...coming of their own accord...from me.  I'm close to the safe-word...wanting the hand to stop...wanting it to go on...and on...feeding the fire.
	I have to ask now...or I'll cum...and I can't...not without permission.  My body is in control...or, perhaps, out of control...the mind of little use...except to find the words...form them...whisper them...out loud.  "Please, please Ma'am...can I cum?"...breath held...waiting the long, long seconds for the answer.  "Cum for Me".  And the fire becomes an inferno...intense hear...consuming.  Her leg moves hard against me...and I against it...and the hand continues its barrage.  And I cum...and cum...arching...groaning...writhing within it.
	Her hand has stopped and it's a few seconds before I realize it has...breath returns...moans cease.  Only the throbbing deep inside continues...and the hand...soothing...soft.  She helps me off Her lap and I'm content...to rest...my head against Her...desire sated.
	The fire dies down...slowly...dreamily...eyes closed.  But the embers will continue to glow...waiting...for the hand...for Her...to once again...feed the fire.
										...annie