I can give nothing but a hoarse gag as a reply and try to swallow him in as much as I can while still gasping at least a little air.
I start to get dizzy. The inability to breathe properly and the fast motions with which he forces his perfect cock into my mouth send me into sweet vertigo.
Just as my eyes roll back into my head and I am beginning to feel that I can't take it anymore – he stops.
I gasp for air while saliva drips down my chin and his cock, joined by tears of exhaustion.
"On the bed," he orders. "And remember, don't get on your feet. I want you on all fours on the bed – with your ass facing me."
"Yes, Sir," I wheeze, as I follow his order.
As soon as I have positioned myself the way he wants me to, he lifts up my dress, exposing my naked wetness.
"What a good slut you are for me," he assesses as his hand wanders between my legs.
I moan and hollow my back while one of his fingers circles around my clit, sending vibes of intense sensation through my spine.
I let out a sigh of disappointment when he removes his hand.
"Remember," he says. "You are being punished. This one is for me, not you."
Unbeknownst to him, a little smirk runs across my face as this is the sweetest kind of punishment I could imagine.
But that smirk disappears when I hear the sound of his belt buckle.
Oh no, this is going to hurt.
The first slap hits me shortly after that realization. And damn, it does hurt!
I flinch, but don't want to give him the satisfaction of crying out. Yet. That changes with the second blow, though. He is alternating sides, but this one hurt a lot more than the first and causes me to let out a little yelp.
Three and four follow shortly, with hardly a break between them. The belt cuts into my naked flesh like a hot knife. Number five adds ringing noises in my ear as the pain takes over. I am breaking a sweat, now loudly panting and whimpering as I cope with the pain.
"Two more," he says. "Can you handle that?"
"Yes, Sir," I manage to reply.
Six. I almost flee across the bed, trying everything in my power to remain in my position and not beg for mercy, which he won't give me.
Seven. The last and strongest one. I let out a desperate cry as the belt cuts into my flesh, torturing me with burning ache.
"Seven," I hear Evan's voice behind me. "The lucky number."
I have nothing to reply to that and just remain on all fours, shaking and whimpering as I cope with the burning pain on my behind.
This is the best part. The transition from pain to that sweet afterglow. An intense throbbing as a reminder of the hardest spanking I have ever received in my life.
Evan grants me just a few moments to savor it, giving me a chance to gather myself just enough to be able to take him. I am wetter than ever when I feel the tip of his hard cock teasing my entrance.
Relief runs through my body as he finally fucks me, thrusting his considerable length inside me without the slightest hesitation. He grabs me by the hip, thus intensifying the intense, deep shoves. His pelvis continuously presses against my burning ass cheeks, sending hot stings through my entire body that only increase my pleasure.
This one might have been for him – yet I join him in an earth-shattering climax as he finds his release deep inside of me.