“I want make sure you don’t move while I give you your spanking, little girl.”
“Fuckk, ohhh fuckkk, thank you, Sir.”
“Should I push my finger a little deeper in that ass of yours?”
“OHHH FUCKKK, FUCKKK, GODDDD, SIR.”
“Hmmm, my thumb is free. I wonder where I could rest it.”
“OHHH GODDDD, OH FUCKKK, FUCKKK, SIR, PLEASE, SIR OH GODDDD”
“I know, little girl, that clit gets so sensitive. It just reacts so nicely to just the delicate flick of my thumb doesn’t it?”
“SIR, PLEASE, SIR. OH FUCKKK, MY BODY, SIR, I’M GOING CRAZY, SIR.”
“Oh, you best be prepared for a lot more. I’m just getting started with this ass. And this pussy. These two holes have a lot in store for them. Let me push this finger deeper inside.”
“OHHHH FUCKKK FUCKKKKK FUCKKKK, PLEASE, SIR.”
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*Full body shiver*
but
Hey I need a girlfriend and/or boyfriend like right now fyi and I have severe issues with getting intimate with anyone even though that’s actually exactly what I want but you have to force me to love you by being distant and setting clear boundaries and making me want it for way longer than is normally necessary so any takers?
I don’t get what’s the big deal about wooden spoons.
StandardA wooden spoon is THERE.
Just out of reach, something you didn’t even notice. You’re making some smart remark, and suddenly there’s a hand gripped tightly around your arm. You’re surprised! Your stomach drops to the floor as you realize that it’s trouble, and you begin to protest and beg your way out of it.
But it’s not working. Your feet are sliding across the floor as you’re dragged through the kitchen, and that damned wooden spoon you didn’t notice is picked up. You feel pants and underwear dropped around your ankles, and that same rough hand pushing you bent over the kitchen counter.
The first crack is like a lightning bolt in your brain, and you barely react before the second one. That’s when you start to cry out. Your hand reached back to stop it, was it involuntary? A reaction you couldn’t control? It doesn’t matter. Strong and sure hands that aren’t yours pin it uselessly to the small of your back.
The wooden spoon resumes.
You’ll do your best not to forget it’s there next time.
No one.
No one.
EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.
Not your husband. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.
You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.
A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.