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Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Angel cried out, her hips lifting up and down as if asking for more; every muscle in her legs tensed and relaxed, trying to ameliorate the painful slaps on already sensitized skin. In complete opposition to the painful spanking, her pussy got even wetter.
“Keep counting, Angel, or I’m going to start over.”
“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,” she said quickly, her voice catching a bit.
The heat seemed like it was growing, both along the top of her skin and between her legs. Adam’s dick was growing harder as well, pressing into her side, and she desperately wanted to turn and rub herself against it, to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her.
The spanking hurt more than she’d imagined when she’d been reading and fantasizing about experiencing it, and unlike when she was over the bench at Stronghold, she was having trouble losing herself into a haze of lust. Maybe it was because Adam was pressed so close to her, maybe it was because he kept changing the rhythm of his slaps, or maybe it was because he was making her count, but she was completely present in the moment rather than losing herself in it.
He started a pattern down each of her buttocks, from the top of the curve down to her sensitive sit-spot, and as he got closer and closer to her pussy it hurt more and it made her want his touch more. The counting kept her focused, the heat made her want to writhe. Trying to rub herself against his thigh didn’t quite work because she didn’t quite have the right angle.
Feverishly she wondered if she would have better luck at rubbing her clit against him if her head was towards the floor, rather than having her upper body laid across his bed. Had he done that on purpose? She wouldn’t put him past him.
Tears sparked in her eyes, both of the mingled pleasure and pain and from her sexual frustration. The spanking hurt, wonderfully, horribly, and she was so confused as to whether she wanted him to stop or to keep going forever. Each blow made her butt tingle and sting, but it was followed by a warmth, a glow, heating up her insides until she was twisting her hands in his quilt to keep herself from going for her pussy.
It didn’t help that her breasts were still covered by her bra either. Her nipples were aching for some kind of contact, but she couldn’t even rub them against the nubby fabric of his quilt. Maybe the spanking wasn’t the real punishment, maybe making her ready to climb walls in order to have an orgasm was.
“Thirty-three!”
Smack!
“Thirty-four!”
Only ten more to go, she thought, clinging to the quilt. Ten more and... he’d said she was a bad girl and a good girl. If this was what bad girls got, then hopefully she would get a good girl’s just desserts afterwards.
“Last ten. What color are you at, Angel?”
“Green, Sir.” Funny, that her color for feeling good was green, when her ass was being turned red. At least it felt red. Hot and red and making her insides oh so very needy.
Smack!
“Thirty-five!”
Adam began spanking her faster, as if working his way to a grand finale, each blow coming down a little bit harder and working its way towards her needy core. Her body throbbed, torn, wanting more and yet concerned about taking any serious pain... as if of their own volition her legs spread, giving him access to her pussy as his hand came closer and closer.
Would he spank her there? Or was he only teasing her again? And which did she want it to be?
“Forty!”
“Forty-one!”
“Forty-two!”
Angel cried out. His hand hadn’t come down nearly as hard, but it had come down with absolutely precision, squarely onto her splayed pussy. Her body jerked, the spasm going through her was as much pleasure as it was pain. Fire... heat... and the strange revelation that if he kept it up she was going to cum.
“Forty-three!” she managed to gasp out when he cleared his throat and reminded her she was supposed to be counting.
Her head felt fuzzy. Like a radio station with too much static. Adrenaline, endorphins, and fifty different kinds of sexy crazy were running through her veins.
Thwap!
“Forty-four!”
It felt like everything inside of her tilted and strained, her inner muscles clenching as she approached orgasm and was left clawing for the edge of the cliff. The blow had landed directly where the last one had, leaving her pussy lips stinging and unfulfilled.
She let out a frustrated scream.
