Whimsy of whitecollar

Her soft warm hand is against my back. "Alright Handsome, let's try to help set things back to normal again." It moves over my back causing my shoulders to loosen and fall. I lift my head and see in mirror a reflection that no one would believe if it was shared with them. The dragon slayer tough guy from work over the knee of his beautiful significant other. Both are stripped naked, but with his firm and toned rear in the air and exposed, her nakedness seems to be just ever slightly more controlled. 

Her hand connects with surprising firmness. I jump slightly. Her hand wraps around my waist and I can feel her hold onto me. "Shhh handsome, be a good boy and just lay still, let me help you take the edge off." Her hand connects again, and again, and again. She begins to find a steady cadence as her hand begins to turn my rear pink. 

The experience of being over her knee is not humiliating persay, but it does advance the desire of removing the ever present need to exude absolute control over every and anything in my world. The brief pauses and rubs remind me that this is not being done because I did something wrong, but rather that I have done something right in allowing myself to embrace this side of myself. I allowed this woman, my queen, to be in this position of power. We both know that given our fluid dynamic that there may be need for me to reciprocate, but for tonight it is all about me. 

The softness of her naked thighs begins to rub against my manhood as I begin to squirm slightly under the growing heat of her swats. I know I must be making some small noises to contrast her soft and warm reassurances of my being good and admonishing me to just let go. 

The barrage stops. A hand rubs my cheeks and back before patting my pinkened rear with a whisper in my ear. I think I need to give you some brush too handsome. I push up from your lap and walk over to the night stand and retrieve the brush that has seen both of us give and receive the backside of its flat head. I walk back to you, mesmirized by your warm eyes and gentle reassuring smile. 

I return and hand you the hairbrush before allowing you to guide me back across your knees. I feel you separate your thighs long enough to gather my manhood as it falls between your legs. Feeling your warm skin entrap my cock and balls I squirm slightly receieving a sharp swat and admonishment to be still. 

Your nails run along my hot rear before the cool back of the brush offers a teasingly brief repreive before I feel the movement of air and then crack as it impacts my skin.

I buck slightly with a kick of my legs. You bring the brush down again and I feel the heat re-ignite in my rear. The brush falls with the same speed as your hand and soon you are holding my waist again as my pink rear turns bright red and the small noises turn to more full bodied gasps. And then you begin to ease back. The swats get gentler and the brush is set aside as you begin using your hand again. 

Your other hand which had been holding me on your lap is now under us and holding a different part of me. But not holding, it is instead stroking my growing manhood. As your hand falls on my ass, your other pleasures my cock. You smile as you feel the complete control exchange occuring. You have me now. 

I am beckoned to roll over on your lap and you begin to work my cock over with both hand, and then lean forward and take it into your mouth. A small giggle escapes your lips as you feel me squirm to get comfortable on the hot ass cheeks you have left me with. There isn't too much time needed as I quickly cum into your mouth as your soft pink lips encircle my sensitive skin and bobs up and down. 

I lay there spent, but relaxed. I feel you lie beside me and rub my back, and then stroke my hair. "Feel better handsome?" I simply nod before looking at you, smile, and nuzzle in. 

 I always lay closest to the door, it's the protector in me. I keep my body between you and anything that may come in through the door. Your hands have been rubbing my back since I came to bed, your nails lightly scratch over my skin as I allow my back muscles to relax. You curl in closer, our size difference is magnified as you curl into me, you move your hands to my hair rustling it softly. 

Your soft voice is light and airy, warm, disarming. You whisper this and that and finish with "Mine" and its said in a way that is both edged as a statement and question. I nod and say "Mmm, yes yours."

I can almost feel you smile and then your left hand the one which is overly shoulder slides down you my stomach and your fingernails trail along my waistband, teasingly sliding just slightly under occasionally as you move slowly to my center.

My abs aren't washboard but the firmness indicates the potential lying dormant just below the surface. The warmth and softness of your hands radiates into my core, and then it moves further under my waistband before moving out and away as you move my waistband down first over my left hip and across tugging at them to move them from under me.

Before I say a word you're whispering again, soft and warm, sweet but controlled. And then I feel your hand wrap around my hardness and then you begin to stroke. 

My head lulls back, my hips push forward slightly and your lips land in my neck kissing softly up to my ear lobe. "Mine"

Again both question and statement. Your hand continues to move along my length, up and down. An occasional turn of your wrist and hand. 

"Mmmm, yours" That smile again.

You place a leg over my hip wrapping it around my thigh and hooking pulling me to my left a little. You softly nibble my ear and moan.

I feel myself begin to harden further. You feel it too and pull me onto my back just as I release. My sperm spurts over my pelvis and your hand and you look at me, that smile, and lean in with a soft voice and say "Mine".

Life is good.