This fabulous fantasy spanking story is written by Ozma van Aalsberg, and read aloud by Pandora Blake of Dreams of Spanking. The story originally appeared on Dreams of Spanking and is being published here with permission. 

A week before her twentieth birthday, Riva Avarith, duchess heir of the Grand Fiefdom of Avarith, had instructed the estate’s staff that she was not to be disturbed until the day of her ascent. The calligraphy with which she printed and signed this pronouncement is said to have been more ornate than the most sacred texts of the most devout hermits. So vital was her privacy, that she refused the company of even a mirror in her bedroom. So serious was her concentration, that she sentenced an invading moth to an immediate beheading, and carried out the sentence herself. In this, her last week of childhood innocence, she was to prepare herself for the responsibilities of adulthood. In service to her own rebirth, she had furnished her own cocoon, a tomb in which a sheltered heiress would die and a benevolent leader — a woman who answered to no one — would emerge.

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This story was written based on a suggestion from someone over on Patreon. Come support me there if you’d like to make suggestions for other blog posts, and massive thanks to the person who suggested this topic. The ‘bottomless’ look is very popular in my house, although here we call it ‘top no bottoms’. Or rather, my partner excitedly yells ‘top no bottoms!!’ if I walk into a room wearing a t-shirt and no knickers, and plonk my naked arse onto the sofa. That’s why this one’s written with love as well as horn. Hope you like it.

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It’s easy to write about the big things that are sexy: anal sex, spanking, throatfucking. The kind of things you’d add to your bucket list, as you tense your muscles to try and work out the discomfort of extreme arousal. The pervy blog staples: Threesomes. Bukkake. The vision of you pulling your knickers to one side and sliding neatly down onto a strap on. Right to the hilt. Hard.

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I’m sure I’m not the only person who goes through sexual phases. One week I’ll be all about mutual masturbation – vigorously rubbing a guy’s cock while I push my tits into his face, and twitching as he matches my speed and pressure stroke-for-stroke on my own clit. At other times nothing will satisfy me except a doggy-style fuck – arse in the air, back arched, and face pressed down onto the mattress as he pounds me with a quick, rapid force. But my current phase has been with me for over a month and shows no immediate signs of abating any time soon. Right now I like being grabbed, in a very specific place. I’m going to tell you the hottest way to grab my arse.

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