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His palm brushed against my naked ass, and I stilled. His fingers squeezed my right cheek, then my left, his actions making me exceedingly aware of just how very bare my body was for him.
Then he spanked me. Hard.
It was so unexpected that I squeaked at the sharp, deafening sound. I was so shocked that I didn’t even move for a long second, but it felt like a huge rubber band had snapped against my skin. It was far more painful than the spanking over his knees had been when I had still been wearing my jeans. I realized now that the thick fabric of my pants along with the thin cloth of my panties had cut much of the sting of the spanking, and I was very aware of that fact right now. The spanking started hard and fast, leaving me no time to process the pain as it hurtled through my system. And he didn’t stop. Not even for a second.
I couldn’t kick my legs or twist my hips back and forth to try to avoid his blows, which made it that much worse. Every time I tried to move at all, it felt like I was going to pitch forward and land on my head. The position left me feeling like I had no choice but to take every last terrible spank, until he decided my punishment was over.
He left no spot untouched, from the top curves of my ass all the way down to the middle of my thighs. It was becoming more andmore clear that I had lost all semblance of control and that he’d taken it all and claimed it as his.
I screamed and cried, but still the spanking didn’t stop.
He didn’t scold me, and he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he focused on punishing me with as much harshness as he could. His palm felt like a brand against my skin, punishing me for both my disobedience and my open defiance. It struck my naked skin, marking me with his displeasure until I gave him what he wanted.
He paused and dipped his fingers between my legs.
“Soaking wet, naughty girl. I think you like it when I spank you,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched hard at his words.
The pad of his finger pressed in between my wet folds and centered on top of my clit. My fingers tightened around the blankets beneath me, and I could feel my thighs gradually drifting wider and wider. My body was doing what it wanted, when it wanted, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
He teased my clit with two fingers, circling and pinching it softly. My scaled ass throbbed, likely bright red from the spanking and that only served to make me hotter and even more aroused. Soon, the only thing I could think about was his fingers on my clit and how ridiculously good it felt. I could feel my orgasm hurtling closer to the edge, and I wanted nothing more than to come all over his fingers.
But he pulled them away, leaving my pussy pulsing with unreleased pleasure. I whined out loud with disappointment as my orgasm painfully retreated and ebbed away into an uncomfortable ache that left me feeling desperately needy.
The spanking started again. So much harder than before.
I was so much more sensitive. My pussy throbbed and my thighs were soaked with my arousal. Each and every spank felt like agony, and I couldn’t avoid a single one for fear of falling flat on my face.
“You will beg me for the privilege of orgasm, baby doll. Your punishment won’t end until you do,” he demanded, and I cried out, trying to bite my lip and keep myself quiet. I tried to remain strong and stoic, but his palm hurt so very much. He painted my ass red once more, until I could feel myself holding back tears.
He stopped and began teasing my clit once more. He rested his fingers against my clit and started to rub the sensitive little bundle of nerves, harder, then a little harder. My fading orgasm roared back to life, yearning to be released once again, but just before it did, he pulled his hand away.
I keened with frustration, because I knew by now what was coming.
The spanking started again, only this time I could feel myself beginning to crumble. Every inch of my body was shaking with sensation, with pain and with arousal more intense than I had ever known in my life. No man had ever made me feel like this. No man had ever taken me captive, torn off my clothes, and spanked my bottom raw. And no man had ever made me want to beg for the privilege of orgasm.
Not until now. Not until him.
I screamed as his palm branded my backside, and I writhed when he cruelly smacked my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears threatened to fall, and I moaned as I felt myself lose control. My core pulsed with need, and my ass burned withagony, the two battling one another within me. I hurt so much, but in the same breath, I was so turned on.
I could feel myself breaking.
“The spanking won’t end until you beg me to fuck you, baby doll. If you still refuse, I’ll mark this pretty little bottom with my belt until you’re sobbing for me,” he warned, and I cried out, feeling a single tear escape the corner of my eye and drip down my cheek.
Another followed. And then another until I was crying for him. My breathing hitched and I wailed. The spanking stopped, and his fingers returned to toy with my needy little pussy, circling my clit and teasing me lightly as I tried to gather myself into some semblance of my former self. For several moments, there was silence, punctuated only by the sounds of my ragged breaths and the pounding beats of my heart.
“Is there something you’d like to ask me for, baby doll?” he asked, taking extra care to lightly pinch my hard and very sensitive clit. A jolt of pleasure radiated throughout my body, forcing me to feel the tingles of desire all the way down to the tips of my fingers. I shuddered with need.
I couldn’t hold off anymore. I felt so desperate, so needy that I was going to ask him for exactly what he wanted.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Be more specific, baby doll,” he scolded, patting his fingers threateningly against my bare little pussy.
Something broke inside me, and I said exactly what he wanted me to say because at that moment, I wanted it too. I needed it.
I was frantic with want. Insatiable with it.
“Please fuck me, Alaric. Please fuck me hard enough that I come all over your cock,” I finally begged. My voice sounded so desperate, so needy and so broken that I could feel myself blushing with shame. My pussy clenched hard and I knew that being forced to beg to be fucked had made me even more soaking wet. And I knew that he knew it too.
