…the air was lovely and cool inside, the bird call outside quite magical. I looked at Kate and she looked back, her eyes spoke to me, softly, like her wonderfully quiet, submissive voice, in crisp correct English.
They said, as clearly as the pure white of her eyes, “Spank me Mr Jones, make me squeal and make the rooks fly!”
So following my instinct and inner knowledge of this beautiful soul, I told her to move to the bay window.
She glided, almost like a queen in a game of chess, and stood in the window.
She looked at me, and her head looked to the floor in submission, yet….in a magical way of hers, she looked up with her eyes. One of the most inviting alluring looks a man could see. I told her to turn to the window and grip the stone.
“Legs apart Kate, wide. Present your bottom for spanking.” My words steady, soft and masculine…assertive.
“Stay there, hold your position.” I walked outside to view her. I wanted to see what a passer by might see if the building was not locked away, secretive and secluded.
God she looked inviting. I broke a long fleshy switch off a tree and went back in, to give her a dozen. How she loved them, without asking she said “Thank you Mr.Jones.” After every one.
I told her to keep her position as I fucked her, my belly banging against her striped buttocks. She loved it, the dirty little bitch.
I sat down to get my breath, she relaxed in the sun, in a window close by…
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Like many visitors who come to see me for a spanking, the Saint Andrews Cross drew her to it like a magnet. The feeling of being stood, spread eagled, bare bottom thrust out and tied ticked every submissive box in her mind.
I told her that some girls like to turn around the other way too. She asked to turned around.
I unbound her wrists. The act of turning a girl is sexy, gently steering and holding her hips as she turns feels wonderful.
“So what happens like this Sir?”
I told her is was usually nipple pegging, pussy spanking and nearly always pussy rubbing and fingering.
Sod it, let’s go for it…welcome to a fantasy of mine!….yes, another…lol
WARNING …..another Asa Jones vulgar moment coming up!
I have always been interested in Knight’s Templars, everything about them, their treasure…vast, huge, even colossal, amounts of it, buried in secret locations, all over Europe, secret tunnels, hundreds of them! Maybe thousands, and lots still waiting to found! Artefacts…look up their obsidian chalice…wow!! (I collect and deal a little in antiques, so things like that interest me), and I have a passion for walking and finding curiosities too, and those Knights, created so much mystery and intruige! …hence, I have a big passion for them as well!
But best of all… I rather like the way they dressed…
So, here is something I have thought of many times…
I am one of them…
The battle is over, we have won…
… here I am, fresh from battle, covered in muck, panting heavily, aching, wounded but glorious, dripping blood from wounds and weapons. The adrenalin still has me trembling, when I come across this lusty maiden on the quiet lane I am walking on, it is sunny and warm, she takes one look at me and thinks…”oh fuck yeah! I want some of him!”
As if I read her mind, I say…”Turn around, bare your bottom, and grip your ankles.”
She knew that resistance was futile, and she had no intention of even thinking of it anyway.
I drop my weapons and shield, and spank her rounded bottom soundly, watching the ripples, seeing the glow develop and listening to her sexy yelps.
She complies completely, enjoying her submission as much as I enjoy the power of giving her a spanking …(pick any bottom you like from my collection, and fit it in to my fantasy.)
I look at her, her lithe body writhing before me, presented, and inviting, I can smell her, and see her lubricant running freely down the inside of her now open thighs. I take out a more impressive weapon than any I dropped…my erect throbbing manhood, shiny and purple, dripping pre cum.
She looks over her shoulder, drooling, as I take a step back towards her.
I grab her hips, and with no thought of finesse, no care for her comfort or feelings, I shove in my ramrod and fuck her arse like there is no tomorrow….and
When I cum, shooting load after load of hot creamy spunk into her pulsating wet cunt, I scream at the top of my voice, for the whole battlefield to hear..that famous English battle cry of yore….
“FOR ENGLAND AND SAINT GEORGE!” But the George would be…
Anyway…::chuckle:: now I have once more confirmed to my followers…if I have any left after that!…that I am a bit of a lusty old pervert!…lol