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My heart sank, my mouth going dry with disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, right? I was so aroused, and I didn’t know how to fight it. His palm smoothed over my bottom, and I rocked my hips the slightest bit, hoping to entice him into fucking me.
Frustration rattled through me when his fingers didn’t reach down between my thighs. I looked back over my shoulder to see his fist clutching his cock instead.
“But…” I protested.
His hand stroked up and down his cock and he squeezed my bottom again.
“You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I shifted over the log again, hoping to bring myself relief and the hand squeezing my ass slapped my pussy. The sharp agony was harsh at first, but it only made my arousal even worse.
His hand pumped up and down his cock and I watched it with a pout. I wanted to reach for him, to take him in my mouth, to touch him, for him to fuck me. Anything, but he just continued to use his own hand on himself instead of me.
Did I want him to use me? Even as I asked the question of myself, though, I already knew the answer.
I wanted to be used so much that it hurt. My core spiraled with need, throbbing painfully enough to make me cry out.
His fingers moved faster, squeezing tighter toward the head of his cock. My pussy stung and my inner walls fluttered with frustration at his blatant denial. I rocked my hips again but was quickly punished with a stinging spank directly on top of my pussy.
“Your ass is so very pretty when it’s so thoroughly welted, my bad girl,” he murmured, tracing his fingers across my sore bottom. He slapped it lightly and groaned with pleasure when I whimpered at the sting.
“Sir,” I mumbled, blushing.
“My seed is going to look even prettier on top of them.”
With a roar, his cum splashed on my burning cheeks, one spurt after another painting my aching flesh. It was so shameful that I could think of nothing to say. No ‘yes, sir.’ Not a single word.
My pussy broiled with need. My arousal was dripping down my thighs in spades. One drop after the next exposed how much I needed him right now, how much I needed to come.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
He said nothing.
“Please let me come, sir. Please. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry for defying you,” I pleaded.
“Bad girls don’t get to come like good girls,” he said.
I swallowed hard. My pussy was burning hotter than I could stand and it was just getting worse. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I reached between my thighs and make myself come right there in front of him.
I blushed furiously at the thought.
“May I come like a bad girl?”
Anxiety brewed over the edge, and I held my breath. His fingers flittered slowly across my welted ass.
“Please, sir?” I added, hopeful.
He twirled his fingertips in his seed, coating them in a thick layer of it.
“You want to come like a bad girl?”
The prospect of an orgasm was too tempting to back away from. I should have been more apprehensive, but I was so aroused that I couldn’t think of anything other than the sweet release that I needed so much.
“Please let me come,” I begged.
His fingertips lingered in the remains of his seed for a long moment until he pulled them away. He used his free hand to part my bottom cheeks and a squeal of panic escaped me.
He couldn’t mean to…
