My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

I gasped softly at the sensation. It was by far the most intimate thing I’d ever done with another person, sex not withstanding, or really standing a chance. I could feel her heart beat against me. Beating in time with mine. Our bodies and lives falling into synch. I’d never used the word before, not even in my own head, but I was fairly sure that I loved her.

Brushing away her fallen bangs, the majority of her hair still in a sensible ponytail, I kissed her forehead. Kissing my way down over her eyelids and cheeks, I made it to her lips. Smooching and stroking until Skye came back to conscious reality. My little darling did her best to keep up with. She actually did admirably well, considering her lack of experience. Right up until I put my tongue in her mouth. Then it was a bit more of a struggle for her to keep up. At least because I was so impassioned which I took complete responsibility for. I slowed down a bit, so she could keep up and we shared a long period of bliss. Our tongues meeting in erotic abandon.

I caressed my hands down her lovely body, taking hold of both her tits and squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, I was quite aware of how tits could be in terms of pain receptors. The squeeze was just enough to make her feel it, bringing a moan up out of her. Keeping up the gentle frenching, I messaged Skye’s bit, beautiful tits until she looked like she looked close to coming. I’d heard of women who could cum from breast play alone butt never thought I would encounter one. I eased up on her, still having a lot more I wanted to do.

We were back to kissing exclusively when I noticed something was amiss. There was an unusual movement in Skye’s nether regions. Compelled by the spirit of discovery, I broke the kiss and threw the blankets off of us. Skye froze, her breath actually catching in her throat in an adorable gasp as I caught her with her hand in the honey pot.

“Naughty girl,” I said, trying to sound scolding.

“I’m sorry, master. I got all achy,” my sweet little pet said, in a small voice.

“That’s still no excuse. If you need release, you tell me, understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“I’m going to have to punish you,” I said, semi-regretfully.

“O-okay.”

“Turn over,” I ordered.

My darling little pet obeyed me, turning over onto her belly, presenting her ass to me. I knew I should have been business-like. Focusing on the punishment but her sweet, round, firm ass was just so tempting I couldn’t help myself. Despite my insistence on self-sufficiency I also couldn’t help but agree with Oscar Wilde. I could resist anything except temptation.

I tried to keep up appearances, at least making the gropes nice a hard, but still not enough to make her scream like a spank when I meant it. Her ass felt so good I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop and get on with the punishment part of the punishment. Skye moaned and squirmed in my grasp. More than happy to continue with what happening. Curious, I dropped a hand down between her legs and stored her pussy. She was very much wet, and more than ready for some downstairs action. I made her wait, considering it part of her punishment. Even though I planned to take care of her later.

Managing to pry my hand from groping position, I landed a slap on her ass. A bit harder than I meant, my bright red hand print rising on her skin. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she sulked but my brave little pet yelped but once before going quiet. I gave her a bit of a stroke and struck again on her other cheek. Stick flat. Handed but not as hard, using and upward stroke instead of down. She gasped from the pain but not hand print made itself now.

Landing several more similar, moderate blows, I started mixing them in with asshole stretching. Frost gentle and then harder. Not enough to hurt her but enough to make her feel it. It was part of the punishment but I was. Also testing her limits. If she was able to take enough stretching without serious pain, it would be an indicator of her ability to take anal. She passed with flying colors.

I went back to stoking and squeezing, Skye visibly relaxing as I did so. I was proud of her, taking her punishment without much reaction or complaint. Keeping a hand on her ass, kneading the redder flesh, I opened the drawer again and got out the lotion. A soothing formula involving aloe and other lovely things.

Skye gasped as I stroked her, massaging the lotion into her assailed skin, paying particular attention to the slowly fading hand print. I could actually smell her excitement, gentle and sweet as I massaged her. I didn’t want to make her suffer anymore. Finishing up with the lotion, I wiped the excess off my hands with wet wipes, and replaced it with some water based lube.