Jasmine’s Wicked Queen Spanking Phonesex

GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“You are scary when you get like this,” he says as he follows my command to strip and fall to his knees. Mostly it is the depth of his addiction to me that scares him. In his dark moments, he fears that I will disappear, kicking the dust of him off my high heels as I move on and find another victim.

Plucking a wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer, I go back into the bedroom. I give an extra little swing to my hips and my heels click upon the hardwood floor. When I get to the room, he is eager. His breath is quick, his body shaking with anticipation and the stress of being on his knees. I tap the bowl of the spoon against my palm. I am his Wicked Queen. “Do your knees hurt, princess?” I ask mockingly, arching one eyebrow. “Yes, Goddess” he answers. “Would you like to get off them?” “Please Goddess“. I nod toward the bed. The bed creaks under his weight as his assumes the position. He is on his hands and knees but before I am done with him, he will be flat on his stomach, biting the pillow and whimpering.

I set the spoon aside. Now that he has seen it, he can anticipate it and wait for it. I  begin with my open hand. Taking a deep breath, I swing. Just a few hard smacks.

He gasps and tilts his ass up for more. I oblige, settling into a rhythm of spanks and pauses. I reach my hands between his thighs to fondle them. I blow cool air over the reddening pattern of pain.  He is already losing himself, disappearing into that place of complete and total submission.

Goddess,” he whispers, just when I think that he has departed the planet for more ethereal realms.

My arm is in mid-swing but I stop and answer.

“Yes, princess?”

“Can you use the spoon? Please.”

“Ask again,” I reply. “Beg for it.”

“Please Goddess, use the spoon.”

I throw my head back and laugh. Yes, every each the wicked queen to his princess.

I take the spoon in hand and give him a hard smack. He cries out and falls forward, burying his face in the pillow as he lets out a moan. A welt appears almost immediately upon his already red ass. His need for pain and my need to provide it work perfectly together. I am so aroused that my hand shakes as I rain down blow after blow. He is screaming, muffling his gasps and moans with the pillow. Each smack from the spoon leaves a perfect spoon-shaped welt.

When I have finished, I brush my lips lovingly over each red bump. I trace my fingernails over the welts. I nudge him and he turns over. His cock is rigid, straining. I pull my long skirt up and mount him. He takes hold of my hips but I ride him just the way I like, hard and fast. In my mind’s eye I can see his welts rubbing against the sheets and when he winces a jolt of desire rushes through me like electricity. I drive my wet pussy down over and over again, taking my pleasure from him relentlessly. My orgasm slams through me and he comes five seconds after I do.

After a long silence, he says “Goddess? Can we do this again soon?”

“We’ll see,” I answer, a smile playing upon my crimson lips. We know how to take care of each other. He is my princess and I, his Wicked Queen.

 

GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

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