As my GWWA story continues, Shannon ends up getting a hard spanking, at her request.

“I want a hard spanking,” Shannon said firmly. 

Aidan’s response was a hard, heavy whack with his palm on her left cheek. Then another on the right. Shannon instantly felt the burn start on both sides and she knew this was what she wanted – – no, what she needed. 

And Aidan seemed only too happy to provide it. He spanked her hard enough to jolt her entire body, and she was very aware as well of the bare skin of his thigh nestled right between hers. She was already aroused just thinking about how sore she was going to be, and Aidan showed no sign of stopping, not until Shannon started letting out little sounds of pain with each smack. 

“Was that better?” he asked. 

“Much,” Shannon rasped, gulping down air.

“Your bottom is getting red again. I hope I’m not hurting your bruises.” A pause. “Actually, I kind of hope I am, if I’m honest.” 

“It’s not any worse or better than when you don’t hit them,” Shannon said. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” 

“Can you go harder?” 

She imagined him shaking his head as he said, “that’s the hardest I can spank with my hand. But if you want harder, I can use a strap.” 

Shannon squirmed. “I guess that’s okay. I asked my ex to spank me with a belt and he said no. A strap is just a thicker belt, right?” 

“Close enough.” Aidan slipped out from under Shannon, patting her backside – – almost possessively, she felt – – and went over to the closet. From inside he produced a wide, heavy black leather strap that looked rather supple. It had a wooden handle and a rounded end. “I’m going to spank you with this. Is that okay?” 

Shannon nodded and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see when it was going to happen. 

She didn’t have long to wait. There was the sound of whistling air, and then a terrifying crack of leather on skin, and then a conflagration of heat tore across her bottom, right where she sat down. “Ow!” 

“Was that too much?” He sounded genuinely concerned. 

“It really hurt!” Shannon said. “But you don’t have to stop yet.” 

Aidan landed another lick with the strap – – another crack, and another stripe of agony, this one a little higher up. And before Shannon could process the pain, he hit her with the strap again, and again, and again, until her bottom hurt so much that it was almost numb. 

“Now!” she gasped. “Now, please!” 

Aidan needed no more encouragement; he pulled Shannon by her hip and she turned onto her back, legs apart. Aidan knelt in front of her and his mouth found her, his tongue dragging across her clit. She screamed as she came, closing her legs around Aidan’s head, forcing him to keep doing what he was doing. He didn’t seem to be complaining – – at least, not according to the ever-tinier part of her brain that could still think. The rest of her was given over to the sensations; orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, tearing her entire self apart and knitting it back together just in time for another one to break her. Aidan kept on licking, sucking, tasting, doing whatever it was he was doing that made her feel so good, until finally, finally, she couldn’t breathe anymore and she had to let him go. 

“You okay?” he asked her. 

“Uh-huh.”

I noticed as I wrote this story that when I’m doing something intentionally romantic there’s not a lot of fellatio going on. I don’t think fellatio is an inherently-unromantic act or anything; it just never seems to come up. I’ll have to fix that.