It was a dark and stormy session

I was sitting in my favorite chair, reading my very dog-eared copy of the best of Edgar Allan Poe, and enjoying a delicious cup of chai tea.  I could hear the rain hitting the roof of the shed and between the rain and Poe, I was completely lost in myself.  When suddenly, I felt eyes on me.  I was home alone.  I hadn't heard anyone enter the house.  I shook it off blaming my umpteenth reading of "The Raven" for the unsettling feeling that had washed over me.

My tea ran out, the rain had slowed down, and I was between stories so I headed to the kitchen.  The feeling of eyes had been replaced with thirst and a sudden need to pee.  Quickly I dashed to the bathroom after throwing my mug into the sink.  In my haste to get to the bathroom, I inadvertently threw my mug like a pitcher about to complete a no-hitter and I could hear the mug break as the sweet relief of my buttcheeks hitting the toilet seat overtook my body.  

While I released my bladder and contemplated the fate of my mug, the feeling of eyes on me came back.  I could hear something, someone out in the kitchen.  I held my breath and my pee as I strained to hear what exactly was going on out there.  After what seemed like forever, I decided that again, Poe was messing with my head.  Having finally completed my task, I headed back to the kitchen to survey the death of the mug and to make myself more tea.

The mug was broken into just two pieces so totally salvageable, score!  My tea kettle was not plugged in so I had to wait for hot water, bummer.  I pulled a new mug, placed my Lady Grey tea bag in the mug, and checked my phone as I leaned back against the counter.  I took a deep breath and suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I dropped my phone as I screamed with every inch of my body.  My hands suddenly free, I punched in the direction of my shoulder and caught my boyfriend in the chin as he was moving in for a kiss.

"What the fuck!?"

"What, oh shit!  What the fuck were you doing!?"

"Mandy, I was just trying to kiss you."

"I never heard you come in.  You were creeping around the house trying to scare me, weren't you?  You are always pulling that shit.  Next time, I'm going to just shot your ass thinking you are an intruder!"

"Woman, take a chill pill!"

"Motherfucker!  You know what to the bedroom, now!"

"Oh no!  Not the paddle!"

"You have been a bad boy.  You must be punished."

Slowly, John backed into the bedroom and dropped to the bed protecting his buns.

"You know the rules.  You know I hate being scared.  You know the punishment."

I slowly retract the paddle from the nightstand and give my palm a light smack.  The paddle produces a wonderfully loud thwack.

As I look him directly in the eyes, "I propose you scared me just to ensure you would get a paddling.  I think my bad boy rather likes it when his bespeckled librarian has to punish him.  Now turn over.  I want you across the bed on your belly.  Do not move.  You will not know when you will receive a whack.  You just have to wait and anticipate.  You have 5 whacks on tap."

He kicked off his shoes and turned over.  I moved to quickly change into something sexier.  Glasses, a messy bun, and old grey sweats are not cute.  Luckily, my clothes were behind John so he couldn't see me changing.  Grey sweats were replaced with a burgundy lace teddy.  My previously naked face was suddenly sporting the perfect shade of red.  From frumpy to hot in 30 secs flat!

"Mandy, what are you doing?  Can we just get this over with?"

"It is Mistress Mandy and no, we move on my time, not yours."

I could hear him exhale and relax.  I delivered my first whack.  "No sir this won't do.  I need to whack a bare ass.  Take your pants off.  Actually, on second thought, get naked."

He did not protest.  He turned towards me and noticed the outfit change and quickly removed every single stitch of clothing.  If my transformation was fast, he had to have set a new world record.  

Looking me directly in the eyes, he said, "Okay Mistress Mandy, what do you want me to do now?"

"I still owe you 4 whacks but I want you to eat my pussy first.  I want you to eat, finger, and make me cum.  You think you can handle that?"

I could see his cock swell in excitement.  I laid back on the bed and he moved in on me.  He began by kissing my neck and as he moved to my mouth I turned my head, "No, I don't want you to mess up my lipstick.  I want to have perfect lips as I cream your face deep in my pussy."

He arched his left eye, nodded, and moved back to my neck.  He moved slowly but urgently down my body.  He made sure to build heat as he moved towards my pussy and its ever-increasing wetness.  His hands reached ahead of his lips and played with my mound, lightly touching it and stroking the outside.  He resisted the temptation to quickly snap open my teddy and plunge his fingers in, instead, he touched my thighs,  lightly grazed my lips, let his fingers linger over the snaps moving the fabric so that I could feel the heat from his hands but not actually opening the snaps.

He stopped everything and climbed on top of me and humped me just a little.  He was working to drive me crazy before allowing any release.  He had actually forgotten completely about the paddle and that with the paddle in my hand my reach was much longer.  I reached down and landed one hard loud thwack.  

Confused he pulled back, "What the!"

"3," I said with a smile on my face.  "Eat," I commanded.

He begrudgingly lifted himself off of me and went back to work his way down my body but a bit more swiftly this time, except when he got to my right nipple where he took an extra-long time licking every single cell.

(Part 2: The session continues https://www.69sexythoughts.com/2020/12/the-session-continues.html)