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This time, I kept quiet as his palm left my backside. Without warning, he smacked the fullest part of my right bottom cheek so hard that it echoed throughout the forest. I squeaked in surprise, unable to really take in the fact that this man had justspankedme.
No one had ever taken me in hand like this.
I gulped hard as the scenes of a dozen different romance books passed through my mind all in a blur. Alone in my room in the dead of night, reading about a strong, firm man taking his woman over his knee for a stinging spanking had made my pussy wet. I blushed, knowing that those specific scenes had been the reason that I’d gone to bed afterwards and slid my hand in between my legs to play with my needy little clit. Even worse, I’d made myself come fantasizing about getting a spanking of my own for doing something naughty.
His hand smacked the opposite side, and I cried out in shock, the sound catching me off guard once again. It was loud enough to rival a gun shot.
Then the sting hit me out of the blue.
The books always referenced it hurting, but I’d never really thought about the part about it being an actual punishment that was meant to leave me contrite by the time it was over.
My pussy clenched hard, my body enjoying the entire exchange despite the fact that my mind was fighting it. Wanting to protect myself, I quickly lifted my arms and pushed up off the tree trunk, but his palm at the center of my back swiftly shoved me back into place. I whimpered, but he held me there as the two handprints on my backside stung with fiercely increasing intensity.
Without another word, his palm lit into my backside. I kicked and struggled, but nothing prevented his broad hand from spanking my bare ass. With ferocious intent, he haphazardly smacked all over my bottom, punishing every bit of me from the tops of my cheeks all the way down the backs of my thighs.
This was far more than I bargained for.
I tried to keep my mouth closed so that he wouldn’t know how much it hurt, but I only lasted four or five more swats before I let out a cry. After that, there was no way I could keep myself from yelping with nearly every hard smack.
The gravity of instinct had pulled me towards him, and I’d thought that it might result in the taking of my virginity at best, and definitely not in his broad hand smacking my bare bottom.
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” I tried.
The ensuing growl was so savage that I didn’t know if he was still lucid or if he’d turned into a feral creature himself.
His palm cracked down on my bottom, over and over again. The ones to the backs of my thighs stung most, but nothing about this was careful or calculated. It was wild, so much so that his stinging fingers occasionally caught me directly between my thighs, spanking my soaked folds and making me scream out loud.
Even worse, his punishing treatment somehow made me even wetter. Each time his hand landed on my vulnerable backside, my pussy would clench, and my core would constrict with ever increasing need.
I opened my thighs a little wider.
Immediately, his splayed fingers caught me in between the legs, close enough to my clit to cause an agonizingly smarting jolt to spear right to my core and to my nipples. I gulped in a breath of air, trying to steel myself against the terrible sting, but I soon realized that I wasn’t in control of this.
He wasn’t either.
There was a terribly deep part of me that found pleasure in that. It began as a small glimmer at first, tiny enough that I could deny it, but it gradually swelled larger until it consumed every fiber of my being.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I was trulyalive.
I arched my back as his palm slapped down on my bare ass, crying out as the sting intensified. I allowed myself to enjoy it as much as I could, but soon the sting became too much, and his swats were coming faster and harder.
This was arealpunishment, and the worst part of it all was that I didn’t know when it would end. I struggled over that fallen log, throwing my hands back and trying to protect my bottom as best I could. He paused, but only just long enough to pin my wrists behind my back and continue the spanking even harder than before.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he still held onto a tiny tendril of control. Maybe he was just reminding me how much more powerful he was than me. Maybe he saw that he was making my pussy even wetter.
Every punishing spank seared into my backside until the entire surface burned as if it had been scorched in a fire. They came harder and more firmly than I ever imagined they would, and soon, I worried that he was going to make me cry.
It was overwhelming, and I could think of nothing other than the stinging spanking his hand was rendering on my backside. I flinched as a particularly firm slap caught the lower curve of my ass where it met my thigh, and I blinked as my eyes watered.
“Please,” I begged.
The punishment continued and I bit back a cry.
“You earned this,” he growled.
He still had some semblance of control.
My pussy clenched hard, as if it knew he was right. I whined out loud, but then a vicious flurry of spanks punished my upturned backside, and my eyes watered. I tried my best not to cry, but when the first tear eventually escaped, another followed, and then a torrent of tears dripped down my cheeks onto the forest floor beneath me.
