Snow White Discovers Spanking cont'd
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February 2 2012, 20:41:52 UTC
The heat was part anticipation now, and she bought her hand down a third time, over where she had struck before. Her body jerked slightly from the pain, but there was something good beneath it, something that she had not felt before, a warmth that seemed to spread through to her front. A fourth time, she bought her hand down, then a fifth; each time the heat of the sting was interspersed with the cool of the air around, and she lost count as she struck herself a handful more times, until her nerve trembled and, breathless, she stood up and hugged both hands to her chest.
Heat pulsed in one side of her bottom, seeped up her spine, and seemed to have pooled in the base of her belly. Snow White's hands slid down her front until she cupped her sex through her linen gown, feeling a strange dampness on her thighs. For one moment she wondered whether it was her monthly bleeding, but this was different, more pleasurable, and she pressed her thighs together before stepping away, more unsure even than before of what was happening.
Ignoring the tingling still running through her, she hurriedly put her dress back on and primped her hair, collecting herself before turning to leave the room. She could not quite bring herself to think further on the matter.
---
She spent that evening hanging adoringly on Ferdinand's arm, wanting rather more than ever to press herself into him, and that night in their bed both of them seemed surprised when she enjoyed his caresses and his kisses more than usual. With her cheeks flushed and skin warm, she cuddled up to him, and he smiled at the sight of her pleasure.
The day, however, faded to one like many others, and it was not for some time that she thought again back to that strike, her own experiment, and how she had felt afterwards in Ferdinand's arms. The thought would come to her at odd moments: when Ferdinand slipped his arm around her waist, when she sat for some time on a chair and her rear became a little sore, when she watched her husband slip on his brown leather gloves.
One night, when he came into their chambers, she was not in bed but seated on the edge, waiting for him with her hands clasped in her lap. Nervousness twisted in her stomach, so badly that she thought she might be ill, but the anticipation that fluttered there also clung to her.
"Are you all right, my dear?" he asked, pausing in the act of removing his cloak and hat.
Snow White nodded quickly as she got to her feet, bare on the soft rug of the floor. "Oh yes," she said. "I just... I wanted to ask something."
He threw his cloak and hat down over one of the chairs and tilted his head to look at her. "Anything, my love."
Placing one fingertip to her lips, she grazed it slightly with her teeth. "It can wait a moment," she said quietly, with the slightest nod to the clothes which he still wore.
For a moment he looked uncertain, but as she turned away and walked slowly back towards the bed she saw from the corner of his eye that he continued to undress. He removed his gloves, doublet and shirt, his hose, and then looked back towards her once again. He was used to her modest behaviour, the nightgown that fell almost to her ankles, the way that sometimes she would not catch his eyes even if she was looking adoringly at him. His hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, and she looked round to him again.
"What is it tht you wished to ask?"
Her courage almost failed her, but she thought of his embrace, of how much - for one of the first times - she truly wanted, not just faintly enjoyed, his touch, and she managed to draw that want higher in her chest.
"Would you... do something for me, tonight, before we go to bed?"
"Do what, my Snow?"
"I want you to, to spank me."
He looked at her in pure astonishment, and she felt colour rise in her cheeks. She was about to stammer an apology and turn away, when she felt Ferdinand's hand slide into hers, warm and strong. Gently he drew her towards the bed, and sat on the edge of it. "I did not think that you might ever ask," he said.
Heat pulsed in one side of her bottom, seeped up her spine, and seemed to have pooled in the base of her belly. Snow White's hands slid down her front until she cupped her sex through her linen gown, feeling a strange dampness on her thighs. For one moment she wondered whether it was her monthly bleeding, but this was different, more pleasurable, and she pressed her thighs together before stepping away, more unsure even than before of what was happening.
Ignoring the tingling still running through her, she hurriedly put her dress back on and primped her hair, collecting herself before turning to leave the room. She could not quite bring herself to think further on the matter.
---
She spent that evening hanging adoringly on Ferdinand's arm, wanting rather more than ever to press herself into him, and that night in their bed both of them seemed surprised when she enjoyed his caresses and his kisses more than usual. With her cheeks flushed and skin warm, she cuddled up to him, and he smiled at the sight of her pleasure.
The day, however, faded to one like many others, and it was not for some time that she thought again back to that strike, her own experiment, and how she had felt afterwards in Ferdinand's arms. The thought would come to her at odd moments: when Ferdinand slipped his arm around her waist, when she sat for some time on a chair and her rear became a little sore, when she watched her husband slip on his brown leather gloves.
One night, when he came into their chambers, she was not in bed but seated on the edge, waiting for him with her hands clasped in her lap. Nervousness twisted in her stomach, so badly that she thought she might be ill, but the anticipation that fluttered there also clung to her.
"Are you all right, my dear?" he asked, pausing in the act of removing his cloak and hat.
Snow White nodded quickly as she got to her feet, bare on the soft rug of the floor. "Oh yes," she said. "I just... I wanted to ask something."
He threw his cloak and hat down over one of the chairs and tilted his head to look at her. "Anything, my love."
Placing one fingertip to her lips, she grazed it slightly with her teeth. "It can wait a moment," she said quietly, with the slightest nod to the clothes which he still wore.
For a moment he looked uncertain, but as she turned away and walked slowly back towards the bed she saw from the corner of his eye that he continued to undress. He removed his gloves, doublet and shirt, his hose, and then looked back towards her once again. He was used to her modest behaviour, the nightgown that fell almost to her ankles, the way that sometimes she would not catch his eyes even if she was looking adoringly at him. His hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, and she looked round to him again.
"What is it tht you wished to ask?"
Her courage almost failed her, but she thought of his embrace, of how much - for one of the first times - she truly wanted, not just faintly enjoyed, his touch, and she managed to draw that want higher in her chest.
"Would you... do something for me, tonight, before we go to bed?"
"Do what, my Snow?"
"I want you to, to spank me."
He looked at her in pure astonishment, and she felt colour rise in her cheeks. She was about to stammer an apology and turn away, when she felt Ferdinand's hand slide into hers, warm and strong. Gently he drew her towards the bed, and sat on the edge of it. "I did not think that you might ever ask," he said.
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