Thank You Sir by Shawn D Standfast #CinnamonTreats

Smell of smoke mixed with perfume

Crackle of the fire by our side

Carols playing low and soft

Tree is decorated, flickering in firelight

Church bells peel though the still night

You respond to gentle caress, your eyes begging for more

We have waited a long time for this

Desires taking flight and pleasures soar

I cup your cheek and neck in my hand

Your head turns to press into my palm

I look deep into your eyes and say:

“Stand up, pull up your dress! Show me!”

Standing before me, legs spread, exposed

Your breath quickens as my hand caresses your thighs

Your heady, musky scent stirs darkened thoughts

Grabbing hold with both hands I pull you closer

Inhaling deeply, my tongue flicks out

I feel the weakness in your legs and steady you

Pulling you down, legs spread

I feel your heat, I feel your wetness

You mumble words but I do not hear

Your words get in the way and I bite your lower lip

Your mouth opens, my tongue explores

Flesh warm and inviting, pulling you down

Your dress is shed as I bask in your beauty

Enjoying the desire in your eyes

Unable to resist you pinch and squeeze your breasts

Leaning forward I bite hardened nipples

You pull my head close and throw your head back

A scream escapes your lips: “YES!”

Holding back I lift you off me and hold you tight

You shudder with the pain of parting

“Not yet my pet, there is more to come. Sit and open wide”

I see desire and a flicker of fear in your eyes

Not knowing that will come next as I leave the room

Your heart races, sweat pours down sensitive thighs

I return with your special paddle dangling from my hand

Your eyes sparkle and a smile bursts across your face

You squirm knowing what is to come

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

Your flesh responds to every whack, you squirm and cry out

Delighted with each exquisite contact, asking for more

Leaning forward I kiss your reddened flesh

Caressing the hot skin, fingers exploring and probing

Your flowing wetness engulfs me as I thrust into you

With a wicked grin on your face and panting from release you say:

“Thank you Sir.”

I answer: “Merry Christmas my pet, my good girl. Merry Christmas!”

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