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It makes me buck towards him like some mindless animal, wanting to feel his touch so damned bad. Even if it stings, it’s still his hand touching me. My dad would kill us if he knew. Oh, and if he could read my thoughts, I’d be killed twice!
“This is so bad,” I say, but it comes out like a delicious groan of desire.
“Perfectly suited for a bad girl,” he says right back to me without missing a beat, and his strong hand strokes along the curve of my ass, skirting the crack of my cheeks only bar
ely… but he pauses low, and I know he can feel my feminine heat there. It’s so strong, my desire too strong.
“Fitting punishment for snooping around like such a bad, bad girl,” he says with such devious delight, right before his hand smacks my rear again, but this time it’s harder. Or maybe it’s just the lack of clothing separating us, but his bare hand hit my cheek and makes me cry out in time with the sharp crack.
I gasp, but he’s right. I am a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished. This is just more than I ever could have dreamed of or anticipated. It’s more of a forbidden treat than anything, and then I feel like the dirtiest girl alive for thinking that.
But I can’t help envisioning his fingers going between my thighs, pressing into my white panties...
Instead I get another, harder, slap across my rear and I cry out louder than ever! He follows it up with another, and my butt is stinging, but then… then he’s caressing the red hot flesh so tenderly. Gingerly exploring that smooth skin.
“There there. You’re a bad, naughty girl Andrea,” he says in that deliciously dark rasp of his, “but you’re in good hands. I’m going to take care of you. But not before I mark you and lay claim to this pretty lil’ body of yours, starting with this sweet ass,” he growls out the last of his words, before smacking me again, then again and then the spanks blur together until…
Until he’s cradling me, stroking my stinging flesh again and…
He’s doing it.
I can feel him sliding his fingers between my cheeks, over the fabric of my panties. Feeling the fiery warmth and dampness over my pussy.
I almost feel drunk or like this is all a dream, the haziness of the pain dripping away and instead replaced by the purest pleasure I’ve ever know. Sure, I’ve touched myself once or twice, but I’ve never been touched by a man. Especially not a man twice my age and best friends with my dad!
I can hear his breathing in my ear, deep and husky, tinged with such lust as he rubs me through my panties. He’s ravenous for me, I can tell even before he bites my neck then kisses it, making me tilt my head to the side to make room for his hungry mouth. That thin stalk so sensitive to his ravishing mouth, but the feeling of him petting my pussy down below is so distracting.
“Mmm, you’re an even badder girl than I thought,” he growls, and then I feel his finger hook into my panties, grazing over the raw flesh of my femininity as he peels them away from the source of my wetness. “Damn, your little cunt’s so wet from this spanking, Andrea,” he says, tugging down my panties, dragging them down my thighs to my knees, then letting them slip further down.
“Does any of this even count on punishment if you were getting off on it like this?” he asks me, bringing his hands back up to cup my slick, naked mound.
I don’t have answers for him. The first time a man’s ever done anything like this to me, and I’m helpless against my lusts. I never anticipated I would let it go this far, but now I don’t want to stop. I need to feel him inside of me, even if it’s just his fingers, and I spread my legs slightly.
“I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Wood,” I moan out truthfully.
“That’s right, you will,” he growls into my ear, and his hands slip away from me and I feel him pull back. But when I peer over my shoulder, I see him undoing his belt, hear it jangle as he pulls it free, then the buttons of his pants come undone.
“You know all about safe sex, don’t you Andrea? Come on, tell me,” he says as he pulls his pants down, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. The tight, black cotton hugging that thick bulge which snaked left.
“Always use a condom, and abstinence is the only safe sex,” I recite from my lackluster sex ed classes. But when I’m watching him undress, I know abstinence is not an option.
“That’s right,” he says just before pulling down his briefs, and letting that thick, long shaft topple out so rigid and huge. That veiny length pulsating with such desire as the purple tip glistened with precum. And then those balls, heavy and big, dangled beneath as he nudges my feet wider, causing me to spread my legs.
“And have you been a good, clean, safe sex girl, hmm?” he asks me, taking hold of my two butt cheeks and prying them apart.
I feel anything but clean, but I understand what he’s asking.
So do I lie? Or do I tell him that I’m a virgin?
I lick my lips, not sure of what to do, and then I feel another crack on my bare ass. My skirt is up around my waist, my panties dropped to my maryjane shoes, and I feel so vulnerable and yet... it’s good. Really good. I arch my back, digging my palms into the hard wood of his desk.
“Answer the question,” he demands sternly, and I know I shouldn’t be caught in a lie. Not now.
“I’ve... abstained.”
He goes silent for a moment, and I can tell he’s shocked, not sure if he should believe me.
“You’re lying,” he says, but I can feel his finger exploring along the seam of my slit, and then… probing on in. Parting my labia, he dips his middle finger into my cunny and I can feel myself wrapped about that digit. And I moan.
