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He used one ankle to spread my legs wide, revealing my bare and very wet pussy to him. He wanted to expose me, and a shiver of shame raced through me. My lips opened just a bit as I struggled to draw in air. Being forced into this position made me so hot and it made my very core quiver with desire of the unknown.
“Lift that pretty bottom for me. Show me where you need to be punished,” he instructed, and I whimpered quietly as I obeyed. He groaned in appreciation and swept his palm over my bared backside. When I splayed my thighs even wider, he growled, and a rush of arousal gathered between my thighs.
I loved when he looked at me like this. It made my pussy burn with desire and the rest of me positively quiver with it.
The air caressed at my very wet and naked skin, reminding me of just how exposed I was. He grasped my bottom cheeks then and spread me wide, looking at every square inch of my bare flesh just because he could. I could feel myself tense and the realization that he could see me tighten in the most shameful way crossed my mind. I whimpered softly as he ran a single finger over my bottom hole, another reminder that he would do as he pleased regardless of what I did or said.
That made me hot. Needy.
I was so very aroused.
“Please,” I pleaded, hoping he would touch me. I wasn’t quite sure what I was begging for. Did I want him to spank me? Did I want to hurt for him?
Maybe I did.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He released my bottom and used the flat of his palm to spank the lower curves of my ass, ensuring to catch the upper portion of my thighs. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his harshness. The spanking started hard and fast. Why did this make my pussy quiver with need? Why did I have to push him so that he could punish me? Conquer me?
Why did I need him to remind me of my place like this?
I cried out as he spanked me, the pain quick and ruthless to render me into a trembling punished little mess. I tried to hold my bottom up for him, but it was useless. Each time his palm cracked against my flesh, I felt myself tense and try to squirm away. He wouldn’t let me. He held me tight against him and that’s when I felt him.
He was hard. His entire length pressed into my side, reminding me that even as he punished me, he was enjoying it. He liked reminding me that he was in charge and that he would always and forever be in control. He loved knowing that he could turn my pussy into a weeping puddle of arousal every time he turned me over his knee.
I liked it too. That’s why I’d pushed him.
My pussy quivered with need, hot and ready to be taken hard by his cock. My bottom burned from his palm, but I knew my ordeal was far from over. He had yet to really punish my thighs and then there was the matter of my needy pussy.
I knew I was going to get spanked in both places before I was given permission to come. I knew I was going to be crying for mercy long before I would be allowed to have his cock where I needed it the most.
He would pause my spanking to lightly tease my clit with a single finger, taunting me with the pleasure he wouldn’t yet give me. Over and over he did that until I was on the very edge of orgasm, only to pull away and leave me wanting.
He did it so much that I wanted to scream.
He spanked my bared backside hard and after that, he began to really punish my thighs. All throughout the spanking of my bottom, I’d been able to hold it together. It had hurt, but I’d been able to maintain control of myself.
My cries became more desperate. They were higher pitched, revealing just how much it hurt when he went after the backs of my legs like this. That only made him spank them harder.
I tried to stop it, but my breath hitched in the back of my throat. My eyes watered at a particularly hard stroke and I squeezed them shut. I blinked several times in order to keep my tears at bay. For a while, it worked.
“Spread your legs. It’s time for your little pussy to get what it deserves,” he instructed, and I whimpered as I splayed my legs open for him. I knew it was going to hurt, but I also knew it would hurt more if I didn’t show obedience.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured.
Carefully, he laid his fingers against my wet folds and then slid them back and forth, gliding along my wetness.
“You’re so very wet, my omega,” he observed, and I shuddered with my arousal, naked over his knee. I closed my eyes, even though that did nothing to hide my true feelings. He could see it all and he could see exactly how much he was affecting me right now.
He was going to spank my pussy.
He wasn’t going to be gentle.
He was going to make it hurt and what terrified me was that I wanted it to.
It also turned me on.
The first crack of his fingers against my wet folds was like sheer agony. I screamed in surprise at his harshness, before I got a hold of myself. He swatted between my legs with fervor and before I knew it, the tears that had threatened to fall returned. He spanked my pussy hard and fast and soon my breath caught in my throat.
