Loving Lord

August 15, 2007 – 10:00 am

Destiny enters the room.  She is clad in a white cotton
blouse with no bra, a short skirt, and black satin panties.  Joshua is
standing at the very center of the room, dressed completely in black.
Joshua looks at her without speaking, and Destiny automatically
assumes her submissive posture–hands lightly clasped behind her neck,
legs spread somewhat, chin up, eyes down.   Joshua slowly circles her,
raking her over with his eyes…his fingers occasionally brush up
against her cheek, the front of her blouse, the back of her skirt, her
inner thigh.

 Joshua stands behind her.  “Don’t move,” he whispers in her
ear, and she trembles as she tries to obey.  He touches her wrists and
lets his hands roam over the surface of the arms of her blouse,
stroking them, moving down to her underarms and then back up to her
elbows, letting his hands lightly play muted music on her clothed
skin.

 Joshua now presses his body up against hers.  His hands
continue their roving dance across the surface of the cloth that
separates flesh from flesh, this time stimulating her breasts and
stomach.  He can feel how hard her nipples have become through the
thin cotton blouse.  Destiny can also feel how hard Joshua has become
as he presses himself up against her.

 Joshua’s hands now seek lower ground, running down the smooth
surface of the front of her skirt until they come in contact with her
hot flesh.  He begins to slide his hands skyward again, this time
bringing the reluctant skirt with them.  Destiny trembles anew as
more of her flesh is exposed, and her body begins silently crying out
in desperation and lust.  She moans helplessly, silently pleading with
her Lord to satisfy her mounting desire.

 Instead, Joshua steps away from her, walks back to the center
of the room, and sits in a chair.  He holds his hand out to her, a
clear command despite the silence.  Shivering with anticipation and
just a trace of fear, Destiny approaches him from his right side and
gently drapes herself over his lap, ass high in the air.  At no time
do her hands leave the back of her neck–she knows that her Lord
expects her to keep her hands there no matter what. Joshua positions
her so that they are both comfortable, and he spends a few moments
running his hands along her creamy thighs, down to the inner curve of
her knees, then back up beneath the skirt…

 Joshua adjusts Destiny’s skirt, smoothing it out.  He pats
and rubs her ass a few times with his right hand.  Then suddenly he is
spanking her with full force.  The skirt and panties absorb some of
the force of the blows, but it’s only a short time before she begins
to heat up down there.  Destiny is squirming and making little
mewling sounds, but she knows that to protest is to only invite more
punishment.  Finally, Joshua quits the punishing rhythm and begins
stroking and kneading her assflesh through the skirt.  Destiny’s
arousal once again threatens to overwhelm her, and she cannot help the
moans that escape her lips.  But she knows there is more to come.

 Joshua smiles, even though Destiny cannot see it in her
present position.  His smile is a curious mixture of joy, love, lust,
and just a hint of sinister deviousness.  He knows that, for the
moment, he completely possesses this exquisite creature draped across
his lap–that she is utterly enthralled to him.  What’s more, he knows
that she, despite her fear of the punishment to come, not only accepts
his temporary possession of her body, but relishes it, loves it, and
abandons herself to it, to him, to the moment.

 Destiny feels the skirt being lifted from her asscheeks and
flipped onto her back…the flimsy material of the satin panties feels
like a mockery.  It offers her no protection, and she can feel this
exposure down to her bones.  She gasps as she feels Joshua’s strong
hand again massaging and caressing her barely-covered flesh.  Again,
without warning, his hand rises into the air and connects decisively
with her already warm behind, and Destiny whimpers.

 Joshua begins the second spanking in earnest, repeatedly
hammering home the unspoken knowledge that her ass is, for the moment,
his.  He wants her to understand and appreciate this fact as he
continues to heat her ass up almost to the threshold of her endurance.
Destiny struggles with herself to maintain her composure and her
position.  She bites her lip in an effort to keep back the moans and
little cries that are as inevitable from her mouth as are the blows
from her Lord’s seemingly merciless hand. 

 Just at the point where she feels she will lose all composure,
the spanking ceases as suddenly as it began, and she breathes a heavy
sigh of relief that this part of the ordeal is over.  Even though she
knows there is more to come, Destiny takes comfort in the temporary
respite, as well as her Lord’s loving hand gently soothing her
distressed assflesh.  It seems an eternity that she lies there,
basking in the warmth of her ass, combined with the warmth of knowing
that she is completely safe and secure under the loving discipline of
her Lord.

 Joshua now instructs Destiny to stand up, and she does so,
trembling with thoughts of what he will do next.  Destiny resumes her
standing submissive posture, her lust-filled eyes daring to make
direct contact with her Lord’s.  He merely smiles and kisses her
briefly on her lips…then kisses those lips more passionately and
insistently.  But she is forbidden to move, and he does not make any
other motion toward her, and so her frustration rises as his kisses
become her only stimulation, her only contact with his body.

 But at long last, Joshua begins the slow stimulation of the
rest of her body.  Without stopping his passionate kisses, he begins,
one by one, to undo the buttons on her blouse.  For the first time
since she entered the room, Destiny is allowed to remove her hands
from the back of her neck as Joshua strips the blouse from her.  But
once this simple thing is done, she does not even have to be told to
resume her position.  She does it almost as a matter of instinct.

 Joshua leaves her mouth and kisses her cheeks, her neck, her
shoulders.  He proceeds very slowly and thoroughly…as if he were
trying to memorize every square millimeter of her skin.  Destiny
feels her breath leave her as his lips approach her breasts.  And then
they are upon them, inexorably marching toward her nipples, but never
seeming to get there.  Time–as well as her Lord–seems to have
stopped for her.  It almost feels like what they say about falling
into a black hole…that time goes slower and slower as you approach
the singularity…just as her Lord seems to go slower and slower as he
approaches her nipples.  And her nipples, which are harder than
they’ve ever been before, beg her to take action.  They plead with her
brain to force her arms to move, to unclasp her hands from the back of
her neck and grab her Lord’s head and move his lips to those aching,
demanding points of intense feeling and need, to use her voice to
scream at him that her nipples must be attended to before she explodes
from the overwhelming sensations.  For a terrifying moment, she feels
that she will lose control and do all of these things.  But the moment
passes, and Destiny manages to keep her hands in place, and the only
sounds to escape her lips are her constant moans and whimpers.

 And then Joshua’s mouth is kissing and sucking upon those
greedy, hungry nipples.  Destiny again almost loses her composure as
new feelings flood her already overstimulated body.  Her Lord is using
his tongue to tease as well as pleasure, to torment as well as arouse.
And during this whole ordeal, she has been unable to so much as touch
herself.  Her pussy is throbbing, and yet it will remain unsatisfied
until her Lord sees fit to finish what he has begun.

 When Joshua feels that Destiny’s nipples have been stimulated
to his satisfaction, he again returns to his chair and motions to her.
Destiny knew this part would come, but the intense sensations she had
just experienced had driven such thoughts from her mind.  But she
obeys just the same, despite her fear and the heat that still radiates
from her already well-spanked ass.  She walks to him, careful not to
let her legs rub together.  She knows it is forbidden for her to
stimulate herself, despite her desperate need.  It would not take much
to drive her over the edge at this point, and she does not want to
displease her Lord by coming before he wills it.

 Once again, Destiny drapes herself over her Lord’s lap, and
once again he pats and rubs her ass through the satin panties for a
few moments.  Then she feels the panties being pulled down over her
luscious behind, completely exposing her ass.  He pulls the panties
down to her knees and leaves them there.  Destiny trembles with the
full realization of her predicament.

 Joshua uses both hands to cup and caress and massage her
asscheeks.  Destiny moans deeply as her ass is prepared in this way.
When the spanking begins, her Lord has insured that her ass is
thoroughly relaxed and ready to receive more punishment.  And oh, what
divine punishment!  As Joshua’s hand rises and falls, Destiny
realizes that he truly means to push her to her limits this time.  His
hand repeatedly catches her ass and slightly lifts it into the air
with each blow as he focuses on the dreadfully sensitive place where
her ass meets her thighs.  These blows seem to last forever, and
Destiny nearly loses her composure.  But then his hand is elsewhere,
covering her ass with rapid blows that drive the breath from her.  Her
well-reddened ass bounces vigorously with each spank, and her whole
body is set in motion to match the dreadful beat of the spanking.  It
seems to last forever.  It seems to her like she has always been here,
since even before the beginning of time, bent over her Lord’s knee,
receiving a punishment merited by nothing except Joshua’s desire and
her own secret hunger.  And in that moment everything fades–all
reality fades until there is nothing else except that moment–when the
pain of the spanking threatens to overwhelm her and the fire between
her legs has built to a point of sheer desperation…and that moment
holds itself for an eternity…like a dam that is ready to break…
 And then the dam does finally break, and Joshua senses it, and
stops the spanking before it truly does overwhelm her.  He rubs
Destiny’s brilliantly red ass with deep caresses, and kisses both
cheeks repeatedly.  He slides her panties all the way off of her and
lets them drop onto the floor.  She is panting and trembling as he
helps her to her feet.  Destiny knows the worst is over…she knows
that her reward for obedience will come very soon, and she stands in
her submissive posture, legs far apart so as not to accidentally
stimulate herself, and stares at her Lord eagerly as he approaches
her.

 Joshua approaches Destiny and takes her in his arms.  For the
second time, Destiny is allowed to remove her hands from her neck,
and she embraces him.  Their kisses are joyous and passionate, and
their hands wander freely.  Joshua is eager now, hungry…the intense
self-control that allowed him to restrain his own desire has worn down
to the thinnest veneer.

 Joshua bends down and picks up Destiny, draping her over his
left shoulder, and she gasps at she is hoisted into the air.  Joshua
pats and rubs her bottom as he begins to walk slowly and deliberately
toward the bed…Destiny sighs with a deep contentedness.  She knows
that their lovemaking will be intense and prolonged, and that the fire
between her legs will be satisfied again and again by her gentle,
loving Lord.