And today’s. On time. Sort of.

o0o

She’d told him she wanted to “melt into it” and that’s exactly what happened.

It all started with a very long hand spanking. It wasn’t light and she squirmed throughout, drumming her toes on the carpet when he moved to her thighs.

It’s always hard giving up the intimacy of being over a lap, but he built a cozy spot on the bed for her over a stack of pillows. She settled in, her stuffie clutched under her chest.

The first several strokes from the strap, bit. She kicked her feet and squirmed, clenching and unclenching between strokes, squealing.

But eventually, she melted. She gave into the rhythm and relaxed, getting lost in the taking and receiving.

o0o

That one’s a personal favorite. I, too, want to melt into it sometimes.

—M