Over the Knee

I have always had the fantasy of being pulled over someones knee and have my panties pushed down and be given a spanking. Having them reach between my legs and feel my growing wetness and them chastising me for being turned on by being spanked. This fantasy is one I often think about when I am playing with myself. I have been paddled and flogged but have never had a otk spanking. But as of recently I can say I have.



Cam and I were watching movies on his couch, cuddling under his blanket. Of course I was teasing him, kissing his ear putting my cold hands underneath his shirt and tickling him. After being very annoying he finally grabbed my hands and pulled me over him so that my butt was perfectly in place for him. He smacked my ass once or twice and I complained and wiggled telling him to stop, he simply smiled and said " I thought you enjoyed these kinds of things" I couldn't help but blush and say "so?"



While holding my wrists together with one hand he reached underneath me and undid my belt and pants. With some help he had my jeans and my panties around my knees. He gave me a practise smack or two before reaching one hand between my legs. After grinding his fingers into my clit he smacked me harder. Switching between both of my cheeks. I couldn't help but moan and bite my arm to keep from crying out, he would just look over at me and smile. I couldn't help myself and after a few good spanks in the exact same spot I cried out. Laughing he said in almost a disbelieving tone, " You really do enjoy this don't you?" I could only moan in reply muffled by my arms where I was hiding my head.

I remember the movie we were watching ending and a new one starting but I didn't care to watch. I found myself sinking in to his lap, and falling deeper with every spank. After crying out from having my sore bottom being pulverized by his hands I begged him to stop and let me rest. His fingers did not rest though, as they moved continuously while he spanked me he pushed them into me, fucking me until I was nearly delirious.

At one point I felt him move and I could hear metal clinking together. I looked up to him holding my belt, I couldn't help but feel scared. It was a canvas belt but through out the whole belt was metal rings. I tried to turn around and grab it from him. With a smile I begged him not to use the belt, he just pushed me down so I was face first again. I closed my eyes waiting for the belt to fall, with every moment I could hear the metal clanking. It fell on my heated ass, once, twice; twenty times before I was truly crying out.

After he put away my belt, I wiped my eyes and turned to him. He had a shit eating grin on his face and I couldn't help but laugh at him and ask if he enjoyed that as much as I did. He shifted his seating and smiling he said he did, and that he should buy himself a paddle or a crop for next time. I cant help but think I have created a monster lol one that I defiantly do not mind having around.

He picked me up so I could lay on the couch with him, my ass pushing into him. He slipped his cold hands into my shirt and pinched my nipples. Eventually he undid his jeans and slid them off, still rubbing my clit and fingering me. He pushed himself into me and slid in and out torturingly slow. After a while of doing this I turned my head and between moans asked if he wanted to move to the bed. He agreed and told me to go to the bed then, but he did not stop screwing me. Every time I would attempt to get up he would shift and fuck me harder. And he laugh would ask me why I was not moving. After giving up, he stopped and moved off the couch and led me in hand to the bedroom.