*Smack* Ally’s pretty, perfectly sized bum rippled in response to the impact of my hand. *Smack* harder this time, eliciting a soft moan as the ripples faded. *Thwack* harder still, causing the light caramel flesh to begin to turn pink. *Thwack, thwack* two smacks, back to back causing Ally to yelp slightly in surprise, even as her body nestled further into me. “Naughty girls get punished,” I said simply, as I brought my hand harshly against her ass again. I had pulled up the red dress Ally had worn to my place – the only thing she had worn to my place, as spankings only worked when administered to a bare bottom. “But, sir – eep!” Ally’s thought was cut short as I slapped a hand on both cheeks simultaneously. “No, my little slut. No, ‘but, sir’s’ when you come to my house practically begging anyone on the street to fuck you.” Another back to back smack, alternating cheeks, before I started aggressively cupping the reddening globes of her ass. “Mghm, yes, sir. I’m sorry, master.” *smack!* “Mghm, please, master, punish your slut for begging for attention from other men.” *Thwack, thwack, smack, smack, thwack* “Oh, god. Yes, master! Your whore was too desperate and needs to be taught a lesson.” I didn’t spank her ass again at the demand. Ally laid across my lap in stunned silence for a moment, as – no doubtedly – her mind whirred for an explanation to the cease fire. “Master will ensure you don’t forget your mistake.” I grabbed Ally by her long, dark locks, pulling her off my lap and twisting her entire body to face the other direction. Ally let out a moan, a grunt, and a yelp, all mixed into one guttural noise. With the buxom brunette no longer blocking me from moving around, I stood and dropped my pants and boxers to the floor. I slapped her ass one more time before I pulled her head to me, arching her back, and lining up her pussy to my cock in one aggressive gesture. “Mmmmmm, thank you, master.”
Ally’s clit was literally throbbing between my fingers. The clamps on her nipples caused her pussy to leak a little every time I pulled them. The more Ally’s body responded to the pain at her chest, the harder I pulled on the clamps. It didn’t take long before the pulls I had started with turned into twists, Ally’s face twisting with it, pleasure completely covering her face, as she moaned, whimpered, and writhed at my touch. Finally, I felt her vaginal canal tighten around my fingers, as her orgasm overwhelmed her – but, I didn’t let up. My fingers became a whir as I plunged them into Ally’s pussy, putting the pad of fingertips against the different texture of her g-spot. Ally began bucking against my digits, as I forced her to remain in ecstasy, gesturing for her to come to me, making her cum for me over and over again. Finally, I was forced to stop, as Ally kicked me away from her. “Fuck! Master, please. No more. Your whore can’t take anymore. Please…” Ally was sweating, panting, and struggling to come down from the high I had kept her at. “Yes, my slut, bask in the bliss.” I held her, as Ally regained her faculties enough to begin recognizing her surroundings again.
*disclaimer: these stories are based on real scenarios between me and my slut. She even insisted I add this disclaimer to our stories.
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