Yellow

tangledupheart:
He hadn’t spanked me in a while, and I was nervous. I knew I needed it. But I couldn’t quite get myself in the headspace. Usually by the time I slide over his lap, I feel in my role and I am ready for whatever he chooses. This time was different.
That first strike of the paddle really stung. And then they came hard and fast. My body tensed up, and before too long I was gasping for air. But he didn’t let up.
“Yellow!”
He stopped. And when I caught my breath…
“What the FUCK? Did I just yellow 30 seconds into a spanking? What the fuck??? That really hurt!”
And then we both burst in to laughter.
“I guess I’m a little out of practice,” I sheepishly admitted.
“Hey, I just spent 10 minutes looking for the lube. I think we are both a little out of practice.”
I turned my body, hands still bound behind my back, to nuzzle my head in his chest. He held me there for a moment, still chuckling a little at the ridiculousness of it. It’s not always perfect, but we do it together. After a few moments, he kissed my forehead and put me back in my place over his lap. He slid a finger in my mouth for me to suckle on and picked up the paddle again.
This time, I was ready.
YES YES YES IMPORTANT YES.

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