Morphing

I thought I'd be like the stories. Repentant. Focussed on what brought me to be
over her knee and taking my punishment.


But somewhere in the sweat and twisting and turning on her lap, "I'm
sorrrrrrrreee!" became "ohgodyou'rereallyspankingme!" which became "please fuck
me!"


Maybe when bracing my toes into the carpet and lifting my arse higher. Morrrrre.


Maybe when my legs scissored, one flailing, slipping, sliding off her thigh and
she took the opportunity to dip her stinging fingers into my cunt.


Maybe when I could smell her arousal, musky sweet against my own.


Maybe when that first button popped.