Diary of a Kinky Librarian

He hadn’t beaten me in a long time, and I was craving it. I had asked for it a few times recently, but only got a small amount of spanking during sex. The other night, however, he brought out some impact toys. We’re unfortunately missing a few (the black hole of sex toys in his apartment hasn’t been identified yet, despite my bullet vibe turning up and making us hopeful) but of course the evil strap (I should take a picture of it. I forget what he says it’s actually for - it’s a pervertable you see) is still around. Can’t lose that thing.

Funny though, depending on how my pain tolerance is sometimes the evil strap isn’t such a bad thing. I probably shouldn’t say that because there are days where it’s intolerably painful. But Thursday night my pain tolerance was pretty good, and I was so ready for a beating. He spanked me hard with his hands to warm me up. He used the flogger a little, but he really used the rubber strap. But strangely, I liked it. I’m sure he didn’t hit me really hard with it, but while it hurt it also felt really good. He had teased me and gotten me really horny first so I was aching for orgasm and I have to say, I felt almost like the beating by itself could make me come. He got into it, telling me to, “Take it, bitch.” Ooh sometimes I just love when he’s mean.

I’m getting horny writing this.

He had me on my knees for a while, which was difficult as my knees have been a little sore lately. I really struggled to keep myself there without asking to change positions. He fucked me from behind and let me come. Rowr. Hot. Then we rested and I lay down and stretched my legs out. Ah relief.

Next he has me get on top, and again my tired knees and hips were trying to convince me to give up. I struggled to keep the momentum going riding him. But the funny thing is I’d go from aching and thinking I couldn’t keep going, to suddenly not noticing the soreness and fatigue because I was so stimulated by his cock sliding in and out of me. It’s amazing what arousal can do for your stamina. He teased me for quite a while and it felt amazing - when I’m aroused like that it’s such a fine line between feeling wonderful and feeling frustrated. I kept hoping for permission to come but he told me that I wasn’t going to come right then. Aw! I leaned forward, whimpered, and cuddled him as I tried to cool myself down.

Thankfully for my sore knees next time he took me and got on top. My arousal was so high at this point I suppose it’s inevitable that I’d squirt - and when I came I squirted a huge puddle on the pillow underneath my ass. He slapped by clit to keep me coming after he pulled out and I kept right on squirting.