“Does it hurt?”
“Goddd, yes, Sir.”
“But it feels good too, doesn’t it?”
“Ahhhh, fuck yes, Sir.”
“Do you know how I know?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me how I know.”
“I’m dripping wet, Sir.”
You’re a wet little slut for this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then we shall continue, won’t we?“
“Fuckk yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
pussy spanks
yessssss$s
It was late last night, we both should have been asleep. “You’re not very good at being teased you know,” he said with a smirk while I writhed and begged and whined. He wanted to see if I could cum just from having my pussy slapped. He had been edging me for what felt like a fucking lifetime, I was arching my back off of the bed, straining against the restraints. We don’t usually play this way together. I wanted to cum so bad and he knew it. “All you need is for me to un-clip that right hand and you’d rub that little pussy and cum in seconds, wouldn’t you?” “Pleeeeeeease” I whined when he switched from his hands to the leather paddle. “Harder?” he asked (surprised). “Yeah,” I moaned as he smacked my most delicate parts. I could have cum from that sensation alone but every time I was close he stopped short to watch me curse and squeal. His tongue against my clit after the sting of the paddle was exquisite, warm wet surges that he never let go too far before denying me again. “Stop your whining and spread your legs.”
*clears throat*
