The cool of the granite work top contrasts sharply with the warmth of my hands as I place them gently on the edge, behind me you stand, and run the wooden spoon slowly over my jean clad arse. My fingers grip the edge of the work top tighter in anticipation of what is to come, but nothing. There is a pause and then your hands pull roughly at my belt and buttons and you yank my jeans and panties down round my knees exposing my arse.
“Much better” you mutter to yourself
This time I close my eyes as I feel the smooth wooden implement caressing my skin, I know there will be no stopping now.
The spoon stings, the sound of it meeting with my flesh fills the room, a sound similar to that which your hand makes upon my arse but with a slightly more resounded snap to it. My eyes are tightly shut, my forehead wrinkled in concentration as I fight the urge to cry out. I know without looking that the skin on my bare arse is starting to glow, I can feel the heat beginning to burn deep within me, each stroke of the spoon sending shock waves from my arse straight to my throbbing wet pussy.