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I clenched my muscles nervously.
He skimmed his fingertips along the edges of my panties, teasing and taunting me so much that I struggled to remain still. I had to remind myself time and time again to keep my thighs together. I wasn’t sure if my wetness would show through my panties.
“Sir,” I whispered, not sure if I wanted to beg him to start or if I wanted him to let me up so that I could bend over the table and plead for him to fuck me instead.
Oh, my god. What was wrong with me?
I felt like a wanton slut in heat, and I couldn’t stop myself. With his hand, he squeezed my left bottom cheek just enough to make me gasp. The gentle ache shot straight to my core and my pussy practically convulsed.
I was going to need to come tonight; whether by his hand or mine, it was going to happen. I sincerely hoped it would be his though. He did the same to the other side and I whimpered softly, struggling to contain the wildly growing desire within me and failing.
“Did you wear these panties for me, little girl? Did you hope that I might see them?”
I whined in shame.
“You will answer me when you’re over my knee for a spanking, naughty girl,” he scolded, and I thought that I might internally combust right then and there. I struggled to speak for several moments, and he waited patiently as if he could sense it.
“Yes, sir. I wore them for you,” I whispered hoarsely. I could hardly hear myself, but his answering groan told me that he’d understood every word.
“I like that very much, little girl,” he answered.
I smiled, a sudden storm of overwhelming happiness bursting through me. He liked what he saw and that made me feel brave.
I wiggled my hips a little, enticing him further.
“Such a bad girl,” he murmured seductively, and he lifted his hand from my backside. I tensed, chewing the inside of my cheek, and trying to relax even though I had the feeling that my punishment was finally about to begin. He cuffed my left cheek, causing several tremors to spiral down to my core.
The arm around my hip tensed and he growled, the sound incredibly tantalizing. His cock was digging into my hip, and I whimpered, realizing at that moment how incredibly large it was.
Being fucked by such a large cock would never be gentle.
Arousal surged through me, and he spanked me more firmly this time. The sound was far louder than I anticipated, something like a gunshot inside the open seating area of the bar. At once, I worried that someone outside would hear me getting a spanking like a naughty little girl. I pushed against his leg, but his arm around my waist pinned me in place.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
Instead of making me afraid, my body burned that much hotter. He was overpowering me, but everything about it felt right.
The next spank bounced off my left cheek and it was just as loud. There was a slight sting that followed, but it only added to the growing need inside me. He spanked me several more times like that and the sting grew a little.
I squirmed over his lap, inadvertently grinding my hips against his cock and hoping to push him further. He spanked me at a constant pace now, each one progressively harder until the sting was enough to make me gasp.
“That doesn’t hurt,” I sassed. I’m not really sure where that kind of bravery had come from, and I almost regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. To be honest though, I was curious enough to want to know how dark his tastes were because I had a shameful feeling that I might like them too.
“I’ve only just begun, little girl. Don’t worry, by the time I’m through with you, your bottom is going to be bright red,” he promised.
True to his word, he smacked my ass harder. I yelped at the change of intensity, lost in the place of figuring out if I really wanted this and the inevitability of it happening anyway. His palm seemingly turned to a piece of wood, stinging immensely as he punished the entirety of my bottom. He started at the tops of my cheeks and painted all the way down to where my backside met my thighs.
I cried out when he spanked those because they stung the most. I squirmed and struggled as stinging fire spread out all over my bottom, but my relentless desire still surged anyway. As the spanking went on, my sounds grew more desperate and needy until a throaty moan escaped me. He slapped the tops of my thighs and my back rolled as I unconsciously lifted my hips and sought out another.
I was lost in a sea of arousal as he spanked me. I couldn’t help but imagine how I must look to be over his knee with my skirt up and my bottom reddening from his hand. Something about it felt taboo and wicked, but it was without a doubt the hottest thing that had ever happened to me in my life.
My clit throbbed hard as he punished me. I had trouble staying still. I’d long forgotten to keep my thighs together and I blushed thinking he might have seen the evidence of my arousal staining my panties with every glimpse I gave him. My bottom stung and I didn’t know if there was any end in sight.
His arm gripped tighter on my hip and the spanking turned a bit harder. I squirmed and cried out as the sting from his firm hand overwhelmed me for several seconds. I felt out of control and my pussy spasmed eagerly. He made sure to thoroughly punish every inch of me and by the time he was done, I was out of breath and whimpering quietly.
His warm fingers skimmed on top of my scalded flesh, and I moaned softly. The terrible sting faded quickly, leaving a gentler throbbing ache now.
“Do you feel like a punished little girl now, Leah?”
