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She groaned as she sank into hot, gently roiling water, as it rose up to cover her breast and shoulders. It was heaven.
Christian made a similar noise of indulgent pleasure as he slid into the jacuzzi too. There was plenty of room, enough space that she could relax and let her legs float in the water.
"God, I could live in this water," she said
"I could sit in here for hours. I just need my book and a glass of wine, and it'd be perfect."
"I'm with you. I can't remember the last time I sat in a jacuzzi. I can't remember when I last felt this relaxed." he said.
We floated in the water in comfortable silence for a time.
"I could die for a massage."she said, putting a slightly smile on her face.
They talked easily, and it was true. She couldn't remember when she was this peaceful and tranquil last. He spanked her. I still hadn't gotten my own thoughts straight in my head either.
A part of her couldn't deny that it had turned her on. It had an effect on her.
She faced it now as she floated in the hot water. She tried to understand why the spanking had gotten her so turned on. Was it just the domination of her, having her at his complete and total mercy? Was it so turned on? She couldn't decide.
They talked about everything . At the best sex they'd had.
Later, they showered and dressesd. Christian in a white cotton shirt and a black suit that complimented his skin and hair. She put on heels and a black dress and wore her best underwear beneath it. She did her hair and face, then they headed to the restaurant for dinner.
He looked fantastic in his suit and she felt so glamorous. They fitted in with the refined, attractive crowd around them. But we were both distracted, we weren't listening to each other properly. We both knew why .
She was obsessing about spank. She found that she was hoping it would happen again. She tried to focus on him, on what he was saying, hoping it would happen again. She wondered if he was feeling the same.
They enjoyed a perfectly evening meal in a five-star surroundings.
"You fancy a drink?" he asked her.
"Yes. " she replied.
They then walked through a tunnel walkway that connected two buildings. The sky was black through the windows on either side of them, but floodlights dotted around the restaurant's grounds illuminated trees.
The place looked like a swanky cocktail lounge with low lights, worn leather, and plenty of neon and chrome and polished wood. A long bar took up the length of the far wall, the floor held tables and chairs.
A pretty woman dressed in a man's white shirt and black waistcoat handed them a menu as they took our place at the bar.
"What do you fancy?" Liam asked.
"I'm going to keep it simple. A Lynchburg Lemonade for me."
"I think I'll try a Whiskey sour. ."
They leaned against the bar and each other as they watched the young woman as she prepared their drinks.
She wondered again if he was feeling the same way as her as they walked across the bar together a few minutes later.
They sat side-by-side with their backs to the wall. They whispered as they drank.
"It was Intense, wasn't it? she said, her shyly voice
He just nodded.
You wanted it. I could tell. It was ... pretty hot," he said quietly.
She took a deep breath.
"Listen, Christian. I've been thinking.
She took another breath.
"I think I want to..."
The room around them was noisy. Then her heart was racing when ...
" Let's go home now."
She was glad and smiled.
"Yeah."
Once home, later ...
She was bent right over it, her feet only just on the floor, her chest across the top, her wrists bound to it. Anastasia was in an ideal position for what she knew was coming next. It boiled inside her. Herface felt hot, she was already rubbing her thighs together to try and ease the mounting ache between them.
Christian took hold of the handle at the side of the bench. As he twirled it around, the top of the bench inched up at one side and lowered at the other. The end were Anastasia's wrists were held, began to drop down. The opposite end, where her lower body was bent across the bench, slowly rose up. Her feet left the floor, her bottom was raised up. It was a perfect target.
He moved around to stand behind the bench now. He did everything slowly, drawing it out, letting Anastasia's arousal intensify.
He raised his right hand high as he stood behind her.
He swung his hand down, as he slapped it hard across Anastasia's upturned behind.
A meaty thwack rang out across the living room, closely followed by Anastasia's yell of pleasure
He slapped her a second time, harder, then his smacks came fast, with force, right from the off. Her body shook with each blow and she screamed of pleasure with each spank.
Anastasia's back rose and fell as her breathing deepened, as he smacked her mercilessly.
She was breathing harder but she wanted more. She prayed Christian was going to take this further.
He spanked her fiercely.
He grasped the back of Anastasia's long dress and began to drag it up over her legs.
He took his time again too, savouring the moment .
She wore black knickers with a blue, frilled trim. Her cheeks shook and she'd never have believed she'd enjoy spanking.
Christian bunched up Anastasia's dress across her back to expose her knickers. He merely lofted his hand, then he delivered a stinging blow that set one's of Anastasia cheeks quivering.
Her stomach muscles clenched at the sound his hand made on her flesh. She screamed in much more pleasure.
Christian set to spanking Anastasia again, hard, on her butt. He smacked her without any pity, the noise of his slaps, of her screams, filled the living room.
She felt herself pulsing down there, between my legs.
Still, she wanted more. Christian delivered.
"Are you ready Anastasia?"
" Yes" she replied, panting. It was dizzying.
"Fine. A bare bottom spanking it is."
Her heart rate quickened.
Christian reached out and grasped Anastasia's underwear with both hands. He tortured her as she screamed and then he drew his hands down slowly.
It was breath taking. All of this. It was dizzying, the hottest thing she'd ever even felt.
Her eyes shone. Her pleasure taken.
Suddenly, he lapped at her slowly. She moaned in a deeper, more guttural way. The angle was right though, the position.
She saw the desire in his eyes.
To have his face pressed into her butt, to have her tongue on there. It was stunning in its depravity.
Her groans came louder as he pounded into her .
Anastasia didn't stay still as he was licked. Her hips rolled and she ground herself onto Christian's face. He had a hand between her thighs, she moaned.
It was uninhibited pleasure.
Anastasia was shaking, moaning loud, close now too, close again. Her body was quivering a top that bench. She cried out in pleasure and was right there, right at the precipice..
Her eyes closed tight as her second climax.
He stepped back as his climax ended. He looked dazed. She came with devastating intensity against Christian's face.
Christian then kissed her. She looked the picture of exhausted bliss.