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This wasn’t a few slaps meant to arouse me. It really stung, and my body rolled, inadvertently grinding itself on his cock in the process. It was hard to focus on both at once, the pleasure from his impalement inside me and the roughness of his hand cracking across my bare ass.
His body twisted a little behind me, and his hand smacked the other side of my ass with as much viciousness as the first few. I squeezed my eyes shut as the stinging wave of pain washed over me.
“Your pussy convulses all around my cock with every spank, naughty girl. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t, was I?
I tried to ignore the pulsing of my clit and the throbbing in my extended nipples. I wanted to reach up and touch them, but I was precariously balanced on my hands and knees, and if I happened to be touching myself when his hand fell again, I wasn’t sure I could remain upright.
He slowly thrusted in and out of me, slapping my ass occasionally with far more force than I had thought he would ever use. My body jerked with each one. At first, the pace of my spanking was slow, and I was forced to contend with the pleasure that came after the initial jarring sound and the sting that followed.
It was probably the most shameful part of the whole thing.
I didn’t want to like it, but more than anything else, I didn’t want him to be right about knowing I would.
The spanking continued on, only it got faster and even harder than those initial swats, and my body continued to react. My nipples stood up more. My clit pulsed faster with every hard smack, but nothing changed the fact that his palm was far more vicious than I could have ever imagined.
A flurry of smacks punished from the top of my cheeks all the way down the backs of my thighs. My muscles tensed as I cried out, the stinging overwhelming at first, and then a low moan escaped me as I found myself grinding myself backwards, arching my back and taking his cock even deeper as a result. He spanked the other side of my ass just as hard, and by the time he finally paused again, I was practically writhing beneath him.
“I’m not enjoying this,” I vowed, but even as I said the words, I knew they weren’t the truth.
“I can feel just how much wetter you’ve become, naughty girl. Don’t lie to me,” he scolded me as he fucked me.
Another orgasm hit me without warning. One moment, I was keeping my cries quiet from the burning, fiery sting, and the next I was screaming his name in a climax that was far more intense than any of the first three.
It was arousing and humbling in the same breath. I suffered through that orgasm, and he lightly slapped my bottom, reigniting the sting and causing my orgasm to collapse in on itself and ravage me from the inside out. He fucked me harder through that orgasm until it finally crested and left me feeling more obliterated than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
The spanking began again.
There was no scolding. We both knew what was happening. This wasn’t a punishment, not in a traditional sense, but an exchange of power in his bed in which he was going to emerge as the victor and I, the conquered. His palm burned viciously, painting every inch of my bottom with a scalding hot flame that refused to quell.
He could have ended it with a few hard slaps, but that wasn’t the kind of surrender he was looking for.
He wanted my total and complete submission, and he knew it was going to be a fight to get it. With his cock fully impaled inside me, he punished my vulnerable flesh until the only sounds coming out of my mouth were pleading whimpers.
Then he stopped and started fucking me again. With shamefully rapid speed, I came on his cock with my bottom burning. I was so overwhelmed with pain and pleasure that I lost count of how many times it had been. Honestly, it no longer mattered. The vicious force of his fucking still hadn’t slowed, his stamina unparalleled, and I soon began to fear that he would outlast me by a longshot.
My body trembled as my head lowered to the side. Somewhere in the mix, I’d moved down to my elbows, which only seemed to expose more of my ass. He took advantage of that once more, spanking me so hard that I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
Was his intention to make me cry?
The longer it went on, the more I worried that was his goal. My breath caught in the back of my throat, and I had to blink away tears several times. I whimpered and my hands squeezed at the blankets beneath me, trying to hold on and do anything to prevent losing control. Just when I thought my tears were going to start trailing down my cheeks, his palm stopped raining down and he started fucking me again.
The absolute mindfuck of that transition did me in. Had he known I was about to cry? Had he been able to read the signs of my body?
Was he that good?
My mind whirled as another orgasm ripped through me, its ruthless intensity far more than I thought I could bear. I whimpered and moaned, but before long I was screaming his name again. My body took over for me, and I stopped thinking.
There wasn’t any need to do anything more than feel.
The nerves in my body blazed with an everlasting bonfire, flickering red hot and exploding with sensation at every turn. I had trouble keeping still, but it didn’t matter.
Shane had taken the reins from me long before that.
Soon, I was clutching at the bed, trying to hold on as wave after wave of pleasure tore me open from the inside out. My pussy was soaked, yet unbearably sore, and he fucked me through it all. I screamed and whimpered, and just when I thought I was going to lose control and cry from such a thorough fucking, I heard him groan behind me.
Was he getting close? Could I hope for that?
