Meet Switch, Part Five
At one point, he had my face held firmly between his thumb and forefinger. My lips were forced to purse, my cheeks bulged slightly around his grip. His fingers were still inside of me, but he’d stopped moving them. I felt skewered.
I felt him looking over me when he murmured, “God, this fucking body. Especially that ass. You know you have a really sexy ass?”
“Yes, Sir,” I muttered through his grip.
He chuckled and started to move his fingers slowly. I moaned. “And you know guys look at it all the time?”
Were he not holding me the way he was, I may have laughed. But, there was something sobering about the way he was handling me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Especially when you wear skirts like that.”
I couldn’t resist. “I know. That’s why I wear skirts like that."
"You dirty little slut.” He yanked his fingers out of me so quickly I cried out. The fingers on my face left my cheeks and moved to the back of my head, shoving my face down into the bed as he started spanking me again, harder than before.