Spanking on the Beach

I found another great spanking story, I really like this one because it is a beach spanking and because it involves a belt. I found this on Bonnies blog – someday, I hope my spanking blog is as cool as hers!

On this night, the roar of the ocean seemed to be reduced to a gentle purr. The tide was out and the moon was full. The fresh breeze caused me to shiver ever so slightly, as much with anticipation as in reaction to the cool night air.

Across the broad beach and down to the water’s edge my lover led me. Not a word was spoken. Not a word was required. He knew well the carnal desires we share. The time to unleash them was nearly at hand.

The cold sand compressed beneath my bare feet, seemingly determined to delay my moment of truth. I too was determined. We had waited too long for this moment. There could be no turning back. Fate lay before me in the lapping waves.

Upon reaching land’s end, I silently removed my clothing. My lover positioned me at the very point where the waves were breaking. He gestured for me to lie on my front with my head facing the shore. Over and over, the chilly sea water surrounded me and then receded. In the waves, I felt suddenly one with the mother of us all. It was a peaceful, reassuring thought.

My consciousness was swiftly returned to the here and now by the familiar sound of a gentleman’s leather belt snaking its way toward liberation. My lover intended to spank me here in the water. I knew this, yet somehow, the notion seemed strangely novel. I craved the sweet release, yet I wasn’t certain I was prepared for the requisite pain.

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