For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.
M is for Maintenance
You know, I wrote L days in advance, but I didn’t post it, because I didn’t like my original plan for M (and if you notice at the bottom, I tell my readers what the post title is going to be). Last night, I finally just had to bite the bullet and post it. But then today, it dawned on me what M should be. M is for Maintenance. And when did it dawn on me? When we were doing maintenance. Every week, we have a spanking session to maintain our connection in a Dominant/submissive relationship. And if life forces us to skip it (which happens sometimes but we usually do it the next evening) and we don’t do it shortly after, it is definitely noticeable in the stress on our relationship. Weekly maintenance keeps us connected. So enjoy a little story about our weekly routine.
“Are you ready for maintenance, love?” he asks me as I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
“Almost, Master,” I reply, and I head into the bedroom, taking a moment for a deep breath before picking out an outfit. Master likes it when I wear lingerie for maintenance. I try not to wear the same outfit every week, but sometimes it’s hard to remember which ones I’ve worn recently. And there are definitely some that are my favorites, mainly the dresses that slip over my head and I don’t have to worry about underwires, snaps, ties, or clips.
I pick out one of my favorites: a dark blue one that slips over my head and hugs my curves. I close the closet door and look at myself in the mirror. I’m not thin. I’ve never been thin. But Master loves my curves. He loves to dig his fingers into my thighs and hold on tight. The blue is sheer, and I can just make out my large nipples through the fabric. I can already feel my pussy getting wet as I think about what’s to come.
I climb onto the bed and position myself with my ass in the air and my head down on the pillow. I send Master a message to let him know I’m ready, and then set my phone aside. I breathe deeply, centering myself, knowing that soon, he’ll be spanking me. And then after, we’ll have sex. It might not even be kinky sex, but it will be lovely, and I can’t wait. My pussy is getting wetter just thinking about it.
I hear the bedroom door open, but I don’t turn around to look.
Then footsteps.
He sets something down on the bedside table, probably his phone. Then his weight shifts the mattress as he climbs on. He puts one warm hand on my back and the other on my ass. “Ready, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” I murmur.
And the spanking begins. I know that he times it. Five minutes. He switches back and forth between sides, though there’s no discernable pattern to it. He doesn’t spank hard for maintenance. The point isn’t to hurt, it’s just to connect. The whole time he’s spanking me, his other hand is caressing my back, or my sides, or something. He keeps in contact with me more than just his hand spanking me.
Sometimes I try to count how many (usually around 400). Sometimes I try to count how even he is on the two sides (usually very even). Sometimes I just think about how much I want him to fuck me. And by the time he’s done, his cock is hard, my pussy is wet, and we are ready to have a good time. Tonight is no exception.
I know that he’s done when he starts spanking harder. A few last swats, and then he’s climbing between my legs, parting them with his, and sinking his cock home inside me.
I groan, “How does that feel, pet.”
“So good, Sir, thank you,” I groan into the pillow. But he knows what I am trying to say. The weight of his body on mine, his cock using every inch of my pussy, there is nothing better in the world.
J R Vincente 