A First Time Spanking Session With Alice

“Yes, Sir,” she replied nervously, her energy palpable in the air. It was moments like these that reminded me why I loved what I did.

I went on to explain the traffic light system and how it would function throughout our session, ensuring clear communication and consent every step of the way.

I took her hand and guided her to stand before me. The anticipation in the room was electric as I slowly started to remove her clothes, usually I would have the client remove their own clothing but this time Alice had requested in our pre session comms, that I do it, so I did.

With gentle, sensual movements, I lifted her arms, above her head before I slid her black cropped tee upwards, revealing her skin illuminated by the soft candlelight.

My fingers followed the contours of her skin back down to her waist, I could feel the goosebumps all over her skin, and they were not because it was cold, it was anticipation.

Once I reached her matching black skirt I undid the button, letting it cascade to the floor, leaving her standing before me in a sexy matching lingerie set, the black lace accentuating her curves.

With a gentle touch, I guided her hips, turning her away from me to admire the delicate lace of her panties hugging her curves. Savoring the moment, I began by tracing my hands from her hips, slowly gliding over the curves of her ass with a gentle caress. Feeling the firmness beneath my touch, I relished the sensation before continuing my journey upwards, trailing my fingertips along her back. As I reached the clasp of her bra, I paused, letting her savor the anticipation before finally unfastening it with a soft, deliberate touch. With her bra removed, I held her arms firmly at her sides, drawing her back to face me, taking in the sight of her large but firm breasts.

I looked around the room, deliberately taking my time, leaving her standing there in eager anticipation. I knew this waiting game would drive her wild; patience wasn’t her strong suit, she had confessed her impatience during our conversations. As I glanced back at her, I could see her struggling to contain herself, her lip caught between her teeth in a desperate attempt to suppress any impulsive words or actions.

Finally, I guided her to the dining room table, her hand held firmly in mine. With a gentle touch, I bent her at the waist, guiding her until her palms rested flat on the smooth surface. I paused for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build.

One of Alice’s requests was that I document as much of the session as possible on camera, so I captured a few images of her in that extremely sexy position. I could hear her breathing hitch; she was clearly relishing the tension in the room. Gently and smoothly, I parted her legs while keeping one hand on the small of her back, ensuring she remained firmly in position.

As she relaxed in her position, anticipation hung heavy in the air, electrifying every nerve in her body. With a tender touch, I began the warm-up ritual, focusing my attention solely on the curve of her buttocks. Each soft spank was a delicate dance, a symphony of sensation designed to awaken her senses. My hand caressed her skin with each strike, igniting a slow burn that spread like wildfire across her flesh. With each gentle but deliberate smack, I coaxed warmth to the surface, teasing out that flush of arousal. I varied my approach, exploring every inch of her derrière, from the supple flesh of her thighs to the rounded peaks of her cheeks. The rhythm of my spanking was steady and intoxicating, a hypnotic cadence that quickened her breath and set her pulse racing.

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