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His palm left my skin, before it cracked back down, hard. Oh, dear God, he was going to spank me again. I didn’t know if I could take it. My backside already hurt so much. I was going to have trouble sitting for days already. But now, he was punishing me again.
“Wait! Please don’t spank me!”
“You brought this upon yourself, Kassandra,” he answered.
He spanked me hard and I begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he didn’t. His palm cracked against my skin, harsh and painful and to me, it felt worse than the belt. His hand gripping my buttocks felt personal. It was effective. If I had thought I had displeased him before, the feeling of his punishing palm made it that much worse.
It was as though his disappointment was radiating straight from his flesh into mine.
In a matter of moments, he’d taken me from an aroused mess to a crying, blubbering naughty girl with a few spanks. My ass burned, already welted from before, making each smack much harsher than they would have been. He spanked me harshly and I danced over his desk, trying to avoid his punishing blows, but it was useless.
“Are you ready to give in yet? Are you ready to beg?” he asked, after a few particularly harsh smacks to my upper thighs. He stopped for a moment, running his warm hand over my scorched flesh and I breathed a sigh of relief at the brief respite.
He was silent, waiting for me to respond.
“No. I don’t want to give you my ass,” I replied.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and I obeyed. His heated palm reached between my thighs, skimming against my folds and over top of my throbbing clit. My ass ached, unbelievably so, but still I was as wet as ever.
He fingered me gently and my body responded. I couldn’t stop it. I was weak from pleasure and exhausted from my ordeal, but still, it rose to his call.
He played with me, teasing my needy bud lightly until I was putty in his hands. Now, my hips humped lewdly against the desk as the wet noises of his fingers playing with my folds sounded loud to my ears. I tried to press my pussy harder into his hands so that I could come, but he never allowed it.
With his other hand, he smacked my ass and I felt my pussy tighten in response. He did it again and I felt myself clench, craving more of his touch, wanting to come more and more with each passing second.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to beg.
He teased me more. Spanked my ass and then he slapped my pussy, hard enough for it to sting. My clit pulsed hard.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, Kassandra?” he replied.
“Please, I need to come,” I pleaded.
“The only way you will have pleasure, warrior is with my cock in your tight little ass.”
I shuddered but remained silent. I closed my eyes as his fingers ravaged my body, but soon, the pleasure was too much. I wanted to run, to fight but even more so, I wanted to come. I needed it.
I moaned and pleaded for him to grant me mercy, but he didn’t. The more he continued, the more desperate I became. Writhing beneath him, I did everything I could to ensure his touch remained on my greedy flesh. I mewled when his fingers pressed harder and sobbed when he pulled them away. With the lightest, torturous touch, he played with my pleasure, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but never letting me get all the way there.
My skin tingled with passion and my core throbbed painfully, needing release. My fingers clenched into tight little fists and my toes curled against the floor. I screamed, my throat raw, but still he didn’t care.
It didn’t take long for me to begin to feel sorry for myself. Even though he’d spanked me, with both his hand and his belt, never had I felt so punished in my life. It felt as though I was on the perpetual edge of pleasure. It was twitching agony. It was torture and I couldn’t take it.
I had thought I was strong, but I wasn’t prepared for this.
I began to cry. Tears poured down my face and I gripped the edge of the desk, watching as they pooled on the desk below. I went limp against the unforgiving wood.
I hated him. I loved him. I was so fucking confused. I needed to come.
And now, he’d made it so that I would do anything to get it.
Sobbing, I opened my mouth and licked my lips, trying to come to terms with the fact that he had broken me. I was going to beg him to take me in the most shameful of ways, just so that I could come again. He’d shattered me with pain and pleasure and I knew I would never be the same after this.
“Do you have something to say, Kassandra?” he asked, as his palm closed over top of my pussy. My clit throbbed hard and almost unconsciously, my hips rose, trying to find a purchase against him.
