Please Spank Me

Please Spank My Ass.


Spank me. Come over here and spank me.

That’s right, you heard me. Get up from that seat, come over here and spank me.

Turn me around, and turn my back.

Bend me over, over anything you want; the desk, the kitchen table, the bed.

Then lift my skirt, the short one with the tartan weave. Lift it, part it, rip with your teeth if you want to, if you *have* to, I don’t care.

But for the love of god, bare my ass to you, bare my cheeks to you, demand from me what I *want* to give, because for you I would give it. For you, I would offer it, offer it up to you with not a blush, not a whimper, just a whisper of grateful thanks.

My bare ass, as white as snow, my cheeks for you to do with as you will.

*Hit* me. Hit me *hard*. Hit to make me sting, to make me sigh, hit to make me red. Make it burn and make it sting, the skin first and then the muscle underneath. Make your arm sing and sigh as you hit me, make each mark your focus.

Keep going until the pain is *enough* and so *much* is eased, and I can see again.

My ass is cherry red, *ruby* red, red and sore and I am *loving* it. Make me feel that again, make me cry out again. I want the pain you give, I want that pain once more.

Please. Please, I am begging you and I *do*. Not. Care.

Please spank me.