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“It’s a gorgeous little hole you’ve got here, Eva. Shame it hasn’t been used properly…”

She made a tiny, mortified sound, even as she continued to sniffle miserably, but didn’t reply.

Then the spicy note of her scent hit my nostrils as I eased her cleft further open, the swollen outer labia splaying apart, revealing the inner pink lips, prominent and mouthwatering, showing a clear, glistening stickiness. “My God, Eva, you’re a mess down here. This cunt of yours is almost flooded.” She twisted her hips slightly at that, but I took firm hold of her right buttock, holding her in place. “None of that. Stay where you are. In fact, maybe you’re not quite done after all.”

With a great crack that echoed through the quiet hotel room, I slapped both of her buttocks, and she howled each time, her weeping devolving into full-on crying. With the last cruel flurry of harsh blows, I peppered any remaining patches of flesh that weren’t already a deep red. Then I stilled my hands, spreading a palm across the span of her bottom, the seething heat of her flesh like a hot stove. Something in my gentle touch seemed to break something loose within her.

“Nick…oh myGod, Nick…” She came apart then in great gusts of frantic, heartfelt sobbing. I didn’t say anything for a long while, just held her there over my lap, softly stroking her bottom for her, caressing thighs marked with a storm of finger marks and half-submerged handprints.

Finally, I helped her to rise, and she paused, half-off my lap, her tear-flooded eyes looking upon me. The anguish on her face nearly melted my heart then, and I drew her back to me, this time cradling her against my chest, her weeping growing louder again, her hands twisting and clawing into my shirt.

For long minutes, I held her like that, fondling her bared breasts occasionally, still palming the heated, swollen curve of her bottom as I kept her close. When her sniffles finally lessened, I gently rose, bringing her with me, setting her feet upon the floor. Her sweater fell back down, covering up her tangled bra, and nearly concealing her pussy from my sight as well. Rather than admonish her for it, I simply took her hand.

“Where… what are you doing?” she asked, her voice a watery murmur.

I didn’t say anything though, until I’d led her to one of the corners of the suite, along the wall opposite the couch.

“You’ll stay here until I tell you that you can come out. Understand?”

“Nick…”

I slapped her ass, and she yelped.“Understand?”

“Yes! Yes…okay.” She turned her face toward the join of the two walls, and I drew her hands behind her, pushing her more closely into the corner with the heel of my hand between her shoulder blades. I then pressed her hands to the back hem of her sweater. “Pull that up. You’ll display the results of your punishment.” I waited, then was pleased to see her reluctantly gather the sweater in her trembling fingers, drawing it up until it revealed the whole of her round—and very well-spanked—bottom. “It’ll be this way from now on after you’re punished.”

“N-now…on?” Her voice was strangely muffled as she spoke into the corner.

I didn’t answer, letting the implication of my words hang heavily on the air. I returned to the couch, sitting down and taking in the lovely view of her soft, vulnerable bottom, glowing red and painful, displayed so fetchingly under the hem of the sweater, her slender fingers trembling ever so slightly as she held it up.

My cock was so hard, I couldn’t bear it anymore, unzipping and taking it out. I sighed in relief, pumping it slowly in my fist as I looked upon Eva’s humbled, debased display across the room. I wanted to do so much more, feeling in that moment the passage of time, knowing that it was likely whatever I might do this week was going to be most definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity.

It took a shockingly short amount of time before my balls pulled tight, my orgasm nearly upon me. On impulse I got up once more and walked to her. I detected her attempt to watch me, a slight angling of her head, but I didn’t comment on it.

Instead, I clamped my hand about her shoulder, squeezing it hard, my grip possessive, cruel even.

“Get that sweater higher, Eva. Higher!” I pumped my cock even faster. “Now, stay very still.”

I groaned then, loud and long, my hips thrusting as my cum leaped forth. Pleasure overtook me as my thick semen splashed against her blotchy, swollen buttocks, the pearly stickiness spattered across the darkened palette of her crimson, punished flesh. Breathing hard, I shook out the last dying pulses of cum onto her ass, then, using the head of my penis, smeared the semen all over her skin.

She trembled anew as I completed her degradation, cleaning my cock off upon the outer curve of her left bottom cheek. She made a tiny, desperate sound deep in her throat as I slapped her far hip. “That looks much better. Good for your skin too. Do you think you’d like to rub it in for me?”

“Jesus, Nick…”

“Well? I’m curious, Eva.”

But rather than hear her answer, the phone began vibrating upon the table, the rapid chime signifying the timer reaching the one-hour mark.

I tucked my cock back in my pants, zipping up. I pressed just a little further, wondering what she might do. “I’d like to know. You don’t have to, now that the time’s up, but I’d still like to see you do as you’re told.”

She sniffled loudly, then spun around, facing me, dabbing at her swollen, reddened eyes with the heel of her hand. “You…you need to go.”

“Are you sure about that?” I touched her chin, stroking it with my thumb, the skin there still slick with her tears.

She shook her head from my grasp, turning away, her voice dropping to a sharp snarl. “Getout, Nick!”

Pushed your luck too far, asshole.

“See you tomorrow, Eva.”

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