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“No one else is ever going to look at this beautiful body again, except for me. Do you understand?” he pressed.
“Yes, sir. I’m yours,” I cried out anxiously.
“This spanking is going to hurt. Your pussy is going to be sore by the time I’m through with it, but that’s not all I have planned for you,” he began.
I shivered and my bottom tensed reflexively. I closed my eyes. Would he take me there again? Did I want him to? I bit my lip.
I did.
“I’m going to make sure it hurts the most when I fuck your tight little asshole. I want you to know that every single one of your beautiful little holes are mine from this day forward, especially now that my ring is on your finger,” he vowed, and my entire body vibrated with arousal.
Fuck. This man would be my undoing.
His palm slid suggestively over my naked backside, and I lifted my head, taking in the city all around us. I bit my lip as he touched me, flinching a little when his warmth left my skin because I knew what was going to come next. My core fluttered with nervous excitement.
The first spank sounded off like a firecracker. What if someone was listening? There was no way they wouldn’t hear this. I closed my eyes, gasping as I fervently hoped no one was looking out their window or walking the street down below.
The second cracked hard against the opposite cheek and I whimpered, entirely flustered and completely off balance as a brutal flurry of smacks soon followed. If I had expected him to start slowly or to build up in intensity, I would have been sorely disappointed. His hand collided with my ass brutally hard, and I bit my lip, doing my best to keep quiet just in case anyone was listening so maybe they wouldn’t figure out what exactly was happening.
If I did my best not to make a sound, maybe they would think that someone was clapping and not that I was naked over a man’s knee getting my bare bottom spanked like a bad little girl.
Just thinking that made me gasp. His hand slapped the bottom curve of my backside, just edging onto the tops of my thighs and I squeaked.
I didn’t know why it always surprised me how much his spankings hurt. I had a feeling that was never going to go away either.
My back arched instinctually, lifting my bottom for him even as he spanked me. My fingers curled against the seat cushion. My nails dug into the fabric but found no purchase as a small whimper escaped me.
My pussy was throbbing. I felt like I would die if he didn’t touch me soon. My clit was pulsing with cruel unending desire. It twisted deeper and deeper until I could do nothing but breathe, survive, and hope that he would grant mercy on my poor flesh very soon.
“I love the sight of this gorgeous little ass when it’s pink, but I live for the moment when it turns bright red,” he growled, squeezing my right cheek firmly. I cried out at the sudden change in sensation, the stinging transforming to a deeper pain that raced straight down to my core.
“Sir! It hurts!” I wailed and he began smacking my thighs. I yelped noisily this time, unable to keep myself quiet when he spanked me there. It stung so much more than all the rest.
“That’s right. It hurts because I want it to hurt,” he declared, and my pussy clenched tight with desire.
His hand peppered my backside brutally hard for several long minutes. I gasped. I breathed. I cried out, but I endured.
There was nothing but my ass and the strike of his palm. There was something so incredibly beautiful in the simplicity of that and I allowed myself the freedom to just feel.
My sounds increased in pitch and desperation. Just when I thought I was going to lose control and cry, he pulled back and dragged his fingertips along my heated flesh.
“This. This is the most beautiful sight in the world,” he praised, and I blushed knowing that he was looking at my bright red backside.
“Does it make you hard, sir?” I asked tentatively. I squirmed over his lap, unable to keep still because I was so aroused.
“Very. But do you know what makes this particular view so very special?” he murmured appreciatively.
“No, sir.”
I fidgeted a little as my mind raced with the possibilities.
“Your ass is bright red, but I can also see how aroused you are at being taken in hand this way. It’s glistening all over your pretty thighs,” he observed, and I gasped, unable to keep myself from shivering with shameful desire.
His fingers slid along my ass and dipped just low enough to glide through my wetness. I blushed harder. I had already known it was there, but now I knew that he was aware of it too.
“What do you need, my love?” he pressed. My thighs flexed.
“I want you, sir,” I breathed.
