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“No,” he answered, and his palm squeezed my ass hard enough to make me cry out.
I knew arguing wouldn’t get me anywhere. The more I fought him, the harder he would spank me and the longer it would take until I got what I really wanted.
His cock sinking in deep into my needy channel. I closed my eyes and the next spank fell.
My pussy clenched hard as he slapped my ass. His palm was biting at first and the initial sting was far harsher than I was prepared for, but that was quickly consumed by the overwhelming sense of desire that followed. He continued to spank me, and it hurt, but my arousal just grew stronger.
Pleasure and pain became one, twisting together in a thread that wound around and squeezed tight deep inside me. With each punishing slap, a pulse of pleasure jolted my core and forced my clit to throb insatiably between my legs.
The more he spanked me, the more I wanted to jump up and ride his cock with wild abandon. My desire was so strong that my anger had all but faded, leaving me to contend with the confusing storm of sensations coursing through me. He paused for a moment and slipped his hand back in between my legs. I didn’t fight him this time. Almost involuntarily, my thighs opened wider, and my hips arched upward, giving him access to my body in a way I’d never done before.
“You’re so much wetter, sweet girl,” he murmured, and he pulled me against him hard enough so that I could feel the iron spike of his cock against my belly. “It makes my cock very hard to spank this bottom like this.”
My pussy clenched painfully tight in anticipation of what would ultimately come once he decided my bottom was red enough.
His hand clutched hard at my waist, and he dragged his fingers across my scalded backside, spreading my wetness along my sensitized skin and forcing me to accept just how aroused I was to be treated so roughly. His palm squeezed each side of my ass hard and I lifted my hips.
I wanted more, so I decided to push him.
“Do your worst,” I dared him, and he chuckled knowingly before his palm clapped down on my ass far harder than it had yet. Immediately, I regretted my words as the sting burst out across my bottom and another hard smack followed.
Ruthlessly, he spanked me, ensuring to cover every inch of my backside with his palm until I was a gasping, writhing mess over his knee. He punished the upper half of my thighs, taking special care to lift my hips so that he could spank the lower curve of my bottom especially hard.
“You play a dangerous game, sweet girl. You should know that I will conquer you each and every time. I know how to teach my bride her rightful place,” he scolded, and my inner walls fluttered with shameful need.
“Please!” I begged.
He spanked me harder, faster, and I finally realized that I’d lost control. He’d taken it and turned my pride on its head. This hurt far more than I’d wanted it to, but I’d pushed myself into it. The only person responsible for how much my bottom burned right now was me and I keened as a single drop of wetness rolled down my thigh. It probably landed on his slacks beneath me too.
When he finally paused, I sucked in a breath, only noticing that my hands had tightened into little fists. I’d clutched at the comforter, and I hesitantly released it.
“Please,” I pleaded more softly this time.
His palm skirted over my scalded flesh, gentle and soothing. I arched up into his touch, desperate for his gentleness and only just beginning to accept that I wanted his roughness too. When he slid his fingers between my thighs for a third and final time, I knew what he’d find.
“My, my… It would seem my pretty bride is the wettest she’s ever been for me,” he murmured, and I gasped as he captured my clit once more.
“Now tell me, sweet girl. Do you want me to be gentle with you?”
I didn’t. I didn’t want gentle at all. Instead of answering right away, I whined and tried to press into the pads of his fingers with my body. With a rather salacious motion, I attempted to ride his fingers to completion. He drew his fingers away and I moaned in disappointment, but I wasn’t left without his touch for very long.
He slapped my pussy three times in quick succession, and I cried out as the red-hot burning sting blossomed across my tortured flesh.
“No, sir. I don’t want gentle,” I shrieked, desperate to avoid an even harder spanking to my already needy and extremely tender pussy.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and he gently captured my clit once more. He squeezed it between two fingers, sliding them back and forth until I was on the cusp of a very powerful orgasm that threatened to break at any moment. My desperation turned vocal, my cries growing louder and louder until I was on the very edge.
His fingers drew away and grasped firmly at my hips. He lifted my writhing form off his lap and threw me flat on the bed on my back. I cried out as my scalded bottom pressed against the firm mattress, igniting the burn of his palm once more.
I didn’t even try to keep my thighs closed. There was no hiding that I wanted this anymore. My fingers clutched at the bed, desperate to touch myself, but I didn’t know that if it was something he would allow.
He grasped at his bowtie and untied it, tossing it to the floor without a care. He shrugged off the blazer and made quick work of the white button-up shirt beneath. My mouth watered as he exposed his chest and the painful need to touch him jolted through me with debilitating force. He kicked his shoes and his socks off first before tearing his belt from his slacks in a flash. The swish of the leather made my stomach drop hard and my thighs closed instinctually before I remembered to spread them open again. He smirked when he saw my reaction and he folded over the belt, snapping it and making me shiver at the silent threat of it.
“One day, you’ll earn the stripes of my belt across your naked backside again. That will be the same day that I fuck that tight little bottom hole with my cock,” he warned, and I couldn’t stop the way my inner walls fluttered greedily at his words.
“You’d fuck my bottom, sir?” I asked and my voice was far too husky with arousal.
“Yes, little girl. I’ll enjoy every second of it too,” he replied, and a harsh tremor of need jolted straight to my clit. I couldn’t take my eyes off that belt, knowing how much it hurt and how much I wanted to feel it again despite all that. Thankfully, he threw it aside and I was quickly distracted by what he did next.
