The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 8 - Ayumi Tanaka

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy loved the ‘smother dreams’. Your brain went to such interesting places when you went a while without oxygen. It wasn’t like laying down to sleep and nodding off, there was no gradual fall into slumber. One moment you were conscious, the next you were out, and that made the brain do some funny things. Time seemed to stretch out. All perception was lost. Everything was brighter, more vivid, more energetic…

With Ayumi, there was no exception. If anything, she served as an excellent example, as her smothering flesh left Dizzy in a pleasant abyss. Something about that softness, that warmth, made her feel a limitless comfort. She was lying on a bed with Ayumi, the two of them staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Touching. Kissing. Rubbing. Just being. The sort of rare intimacy she craved.

She could’ve stayed like this forever. She wanted to.

But reality called. Dizzy came back slowly, as she was vaguely aware of someone - such a mystery - touching her spine. A supple touch along her skin, going lower and lower, until it peeled away her pants and brought her garments to the air. She jolted at the quick smack of her waistband, but quickly settled after that, content to lay here and bury her face into the sheets.

Until the spanking, of course, the sound of hand on flesh was only drowned out by the yelp that came afterwards, as Dizzy shot up and filled the room with her squeak. Fully awake, she looked over her shoulder with a scandalous gawk, one that quickly twisted into a vulpine smile as she licked her lips.

Dizzy gave her hips a good wiggle, letting her cheeks bounce about. Small, but suitably jiggly. ”Give me another. Harder, this time.”