A Simple Spanking For A Naughty Girl

Fuck, I was nervous as hell. All I wanted was a goddamn spanking, nothing fancy, just that. But fuck, the thought of pain freaked me out. I didn’t think I would be able to handle as much pain as some of the women on this site. Pain slut I was not, slut, yeah well maybe.

Growing up in Nigeria, my parents were the very definition of strict. But oh boy, once I got to the UK, shit got wild real fast. It was like breaking free from some damn cage, you know? The kind of freedom that makes you want to throw caution to the wind.

I lost my virginity early on, and from there on, it was like unlocking Pandora’s pussy, umm, I mean box. My strict upbringing turned into a distant memory as I embraced party time. Still… trying to build the courage to ask someone to spank you in uni? Yeah, that shit ain’t easy. Trust takes time to build, and with partners coming and going faster than you can say “rag week,” that shit is real.”

In the midst of navigating my sexual awakening, I found myself anxiously awaiting a visitor, a chance to explore my desires in the privacy of my parents home in Paignton.

With my parents away on holiday, the house was mine for the week. However when the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin with anticipation.

I had already communicated my desires to Master H with clarity: all I wanted was a good old-fashioned hand spanking. No expectations of fireworks or mind-blowing orgasms—just the raw intensity of the moment. He was to spank me until I uttered the Red safeword, signaling the end of the spanking.

Once he came in, he just ignored me, and walked around the house, I was left wondering what the hell he was up to until he finally called out, “Kitchen, Aisha.”

Following the sound of his voice, I entered the kitchen, my trepidation palpable. Master H wasted no time, swiftly running through the safeword options. With a firm nod, I confirmed my desire for him to spank me until I uttered the word “RED.”

“Very well, Aisha,” he instructed, his tone firm. “Please remove all your clothes except for your panties. You can leave them on for now.”

I nodded obediently and began to undress, but paused when I noticed the patio door blinds were open.

“Can I close the blinds?” I asked tentatively, my hand hovering near my bra clasp.

“No, I don’t think we need to bother with them,” he informed me.

I let out a fucking sigh and unclasped my bra, letting my small firm tits out. Plenty of people had seen me naked before, so I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I’d been looking forward to this for ages.

Before long, I was standing in front Master H, wearing nothing but a tiny thong. He motioned for me to turn around, so I gave him a little twirl, letting him take in every damn inch. I was super proud of my body; after all, the fucking gym was one of my favorite places to be.

Once I was facing him again, he nodded towards my thong. “That’s not gonna provide much protection. You may as well remove it if you wish.”

Was he asking me or telling me to take it off? What the hell did “if you wish” mean? Of course, I wanted to take it off.

Without further ado, I swiftly removed my thong, tossing it to Master H with a determined flick of my wrist. Standing there fully nude, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence coursing through me. Every curve, every contour of my body was on display, a testament to the hard work I put in at the gym. And as for down there? Well, let’s just say I endured a damn full waxing just for this day. The smoothness, the sleekness—it was all worth it. With a smirk playing on my lips, I met Master H’s gaze, daring him to look away.

Master H remained silent, a small smirk playing on his lips, a silent promise of impending retribution.

He gestured towards the countertop, commanding, “Bend over, hands on there, and spread your legs.”

I wasn’t prepared for the sensations assaulting my senses. I was ready for the spanking, sure, but I wasn’t supposed to get turned on by this. I mean, he hadn’t even done anything yet. Yet here I was, sticking my ass out for him, getting wetter and wetter already.

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