At first, I was a little nervous, but then it aroused me. I’m only human, and had become a weak and horny man. Wow, how good that felt, a deep sigh escaped me.
“Oh, you like that, you little piglet. Maybe I should fuck you with a dildo.”
(But that never happened with Marion, another lady took care of that later.)
“Okay, so if you like it, let’s go…”
She now had one knee on the couch, bent over me, over my ass. And again there were blows, but this time not across my butt but vertically through the notch, exactly on the rosette.
The blows were rather moderate, but had an outrageous effect on me. A shock wave ran through me; with vehemence, the blood shot into my penis. Within seconds, my erection became bone-hard. I got a hard-on like never before. My hammer stood hard and bulged forward.
Marion smiled triumphantly. While she continued to work my asshole with the bamboo stick, her other hand reached under my belly, grabbed my tight cock and moved, turning and circling the shaft quickly up and down, jerking me skillfully.
I felt my balls cramp, ready to unload. It came to me as hard as rarely, suddenly and with elemental force. Everything was just breathtaking. A single roar, wheezing. Then I cried out.
I screamed and squirted; Marion milked me. Push after thrust, I squirted my cream on the couch, while Marion did not stop milking me, until the last drop was shed. I collapsed totally exhausted; the couch was a mess. (Thank goodness it was made of leather and easy to clean.)
Later, I thanked Marion for this great climax and licked her pussy, so that she had an orgasm too.
Cindy was the owner of a tantra massage parlor.
One day, after enjoying a very pleasant and exciting tantra massage from her, I told her about my preference. As it turned out, Cindy was very dominant.
She immediately responded, “If I understood you correctly, you like it to be put over the knee by a woman, who then spanks your bare ass with her hand. Right?”
I confirmed that.
“I could imagine that it would turn you on even more if, when in addition to the pain of the blows, you also feel fear, helplessness, and humiliation. When you are chastised by a woman who is a person you respect. Who is strict, dominates you, and even enjoys punishing you. And who knows exactly how to treat you.”
“Hhmm, sounds good. But how do I have to imagine that?”
“Well, maybe we could make a role-playing game out of it. Let me think for a moment.”
She lit a cigarette and after that, she had a plan, which she now explained to me.
“Watch out. In our role-play, you are my young nephew, I am your beloved but strict aunt, Cindy.”
“And what do I have to do in this role?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing more than to submit to your aunt. Aunt Cindy then takes care of everything else. She will punish you for any misdeeds, supposedly to educate you. I think we would both have a lot of fun playing this game.”
I thought for a moment. “Mmhh, sounds good, we can try it.”
We arranged an appointment to meet in the next few days.
When I stood in front of her door on the day in question, a little late (tiresome search for a parking space), I did not know what to expect, I was a little queasy. I took another deep breath and then rang.