First Swingers Club Visit – Post scriptum

Yesterday it dawned on me I had forgotten a detail in my account of the swingers club visit.

An important detail as a matter of fact. We haven’t turned into swingers overnight. Princess and I are still hard-core BDSM lovers.

Back home from the club I made love to Princess. It was very intense, caring and loving but also hard and rough. The way Princess and I like it.

We had to take 5. We needed to catch our breath.
Princess and I kissed, our hearts pounding as mad.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Milord?” Princess sighed.
I hadn’t a clue and told her so.
“Maybe you should punish me. Haven’t I been a very bad girl?” she smiled.

This one of the many reasons why I am so much in love with Princess. She has it all. Princess is pure and perfect.

I knew what Princess wanted. I got out of bed and grabbed my cane.
“Turn around, on your belly,” I growled.
I started with some teasing and a few gentle blows.

“You have been a very bad and dirty girl, fucking around like that,” I told her, increasing the impact of the blows. I made sure I hit her on the same spot over and over. Then I moved half an inch and started again.

Soon Princesses’ delicious behind was deep red. She looked at me with a deep smile, eyes half open. For the zillionth time this evening Princess was enjoying deep sub-space.

I called it a night and covered Princesses’ naked body. Gently I kissed her neck and shoulder blades.

Princess moaned and was asleep before I killed the lights.