[FM] The Spanking Table

Claire’s legs are getting tired as she’s bent over the specialty bench her Master has made for her. She is certainly not comfortable, nor is she having to support her full weight, but the base is thin enough that she either has to use her legs or her arms to support herself while she’s in position. And she must stay in position, that is a rule.

Perhaps she’s been bad, or maybe she’s been very, very good, but either way she is enduring a spanking that must’ve surely gotten started well before we arrived. Her cheeks are red, verging on blistering, one might assess, and she is counting. It’s hard to say how many times she’s been instructed to count, but when she gets to 50, she starts over.

One must wonder – to whose benefit is this almost exorbitant display of violence? His cock stands at attention in his pants (he is wearing no shirt or shoes), and although Claire is grunting and sweating profusely, she does not ask him to stop. She does not beg for her battered ass to be given just a moment to recover, she does offer him sexual favors in exchange for a reduction in sentence. With our gaze traveling south, we see that her wetness has gathered around her inner thighs. From time to time her Master lands a well placed *smack* lower, right across her swollen sex, and the slick sound echoes into the room. It is hard to say who is enjoying this more.

Her pussy seems almost hungry, grasping at his hand as if his fingers slipping into her will save her from all this turmoil. Still, he does not. Instead, giving his own weary body a break, panting as he catches his breath, producing his purple member whose head looks like it may explode, he drags the precum that’s pooled at the tip across her cherry-red cheeks.

If he has broken the skin, it must surely sting, though Claire only whimpers and swings her hips, desperate for him to know that he can fuck her, she is quite ready.

A plea escapes her lips, and he gives in – she must’ve done something right. He pushes the head just inside her, and it’s here we see that spanking may not be the worst of what she has to endure. The control he must exude while he teases her, never entering her enough to give her the relief she so wantonly craves. She pushes herself back, stopping only when he lands another swat onto her, leaning forward to pull her hair back. She’s done something wrong.

The rules must be complex, but the couple steps in time, a routine they must’ve mastered together over countless sessions, his cock ever so slightly disappearing into her, holding her there, barely stretched but never fully inside, and as she attempts to hold still, he only denies her more, finally causing her to thrust her aching body back into him, which earns her another series of spanks.

Claire moans and pleads harder, her cries becoming dire. She seems convinced she may perish if he does not fill her wholly, and as he looks down at her form, helpless and submitted to him, he pushes his cock all the way in.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rdc2ph/fm_the_spanking_table