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   Feeding The Fire



   The position is very awkward...on my belly...across Her lap...bare ass
exposed.  It's where She put me...like a child...for punishment.  I can
barely keep my balance...fingertips trying to steady myself...toes gripping
the rug...feeding the fire.

   I'm not quite sure what I did to earn this...it's hard to
think...waiting...tense...anxious.

   There's always a shadow of dread.  But, it adds to the excitement I
feel. I can feel the skin of Her legs...under my cunt...rubbing against
it...warm...sensuous...feeding the fire

   I wait...positioned...off balance...expectant.  Her hand glides across
each cheek in turn...soft...caressing...soothing.  Her other arm is across
my back...to keep me from falling.  Or, perhaps, to keep me from trying to
move away.  Her open hand falls for the first time...hard...startling.  It
stings and I jerk with the surprise.  Again it falls and I close my eyes
and hear myself...a small gasp...ahh...yes...waiting for the next one.  And
I'm not disappointed.  Over and over, Her hand finds its target...sometimes
repeatedly in the same spot...making me burn...inside and out...feeding the
fire.

   I wonder for a second...what it feels like to Her....Her hand as it
makes contact...the impact as it lands.  I wonder what She thinks...if it
stirs Her desire.  I hear Her breath quicken...from exertion...and maybe
from something else.

   But, these thoughts are soon lost.  The pain has become more
intense...repeated blows...one on top of the other...ahh...yes.  She moves
Her leg...against my sex...slowly...methodically...feeding the fire.

   It's getting harder to balance myself.  The pain makes me try to move
away...escape the hand.  But, Her leg moves faster against me...making me
move against it...taste the pleasure...rock myself to Her rhythm.  The two
combine...pain...pleasure...become one thing...each drawing from...urging
on...the other...feeding the fire.

   She has not spoken...there is no need.  Something passes between U/us
that goes beyond words...a give...a take...dominance...submission.  But,
She knows my desire is mounting.  Perhaps in my
movements...groans...gasps...coming of their own accord...from me.  I'm
close to the safe-word...wanting the hand to stop...wanting it to go
on...and on...feeding the fire.

   I have to ask now...or I'll cum...and I can't...not without permission.
My body is in control...or, perhaps, out of control...the mind of little
use...except to find the words...form them...whisper them...out loud. 
"Please, please Ma'am...can I cum?"...breath held...waiting the long, long
seconds for the answer.  "Cum for Me".  And the fire becomes an
inferno...intense hear...consuming.  Her leg moves hard against me...and I
against it...and the hand continues its barrage.  And I cum...and
cum...arching...groaning...writhing within it.

   Her hand has stopped and it's a few seconds before I realize it
has...breath returns...moans cease.  Only the throbbing deep inside
continues...and the hand...soothing...soft.  She helps me off Her lap and
I'm content...to rest...my head against Her...desire sated.

   The fire dies down...slowly...dreamily...eyes closed.  But the embers
will continue to glow...waiting...for the hand...for Her...to once
again...feed the fire.
   ...annie