P is for…

P is for ‘Pinch Punch’.

Who knew when I was awoken a couple of mornings ago with a sinister whisper of ‘Pinch Punch’ in my ear, just what that would lead to.

A new month is on us again, I have no idea where they have vanished to this year!

However, that doesn’t mean we don’t fit in lots of fun along the way, mingled in with the daily grind. So when we finally got some time to ourselves this weekend, The Keeper pulled out my boxing gloves with a grin.

Not one to turn down the opportunity for a good beating, my clothes instantly fell off!

Now, one thing you may not realise is that a beating, or punching, is actually quite relaxing. It gives your muscles the massaging you didn’t realise you needed. Not only that but whoever is doing the punching also gets a great workout, everyone is a winner!

The Keeper initially had me lay on my back and started with gentle cunt punches. Then he asked me to get on my knees which meant my arse and thighs also got the thuddy massage of the gloves. The punches got harder, my moans got louder, I was being edged by the gloves…how is that even possible. Then his mean streak well and truly ignited, he alternated cunt punches with spanks, thuddy contrasting with stingy.

Then when I was feeling nice and sensitive and my juices were turning the punches into wet sounding slaps he changed tactics. He slid his hard cock into me and instead of pounding me with the gloves, pounded into me instead.

Maybe the Pinchy Pervert has a new name of Punchy pervert, so maybe P is also for that!

Who knew that when I bought those gloves for an exercise class just how they would end up being used. Well, I may have had some idea but I certainly didn’t expect them to be used more for kink than for class attendance. I can definitely say I’m glad I bought them and I can’t wait for the beginning of next month when I hear those words being whispered into my ear…Pinch punch!