Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband.

Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband.

Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

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He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband.

A Simple Request [M/f]

“Kneel.” He commanded.

She did so without hesitation, her lithe body moving with grace and precision into position. Even though he’d watched this simple action countless times he didn’t think he would ever grow tired of it.

“Good girl,” He said. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I don’t think so.” She replied.

He could see the trace of a smile creeping on to her lips.

“You’re supposed to say ‘Yes Sir’ whenever you are given a command. Remember?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“There you go again!” He cried. ‘I’m sorry, I forgot’, What?!”

“Sir!” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“You’re not giving me sass now, are you?”

“No! I’m a good girl-“

He cut her off, ‘No!’ What?!”

“Sir!” She yelled, practically spat the word onto the floor.

“I think its time I taught you some manners,” He said with a grin.

He grabbed his flogger and began the lesson.

Beg Me

His hand softly grazed her thigh, lingering just long enough to make her question wether the act had been intentional. Her suspicions were confirmed when moments later it began to move slowly but with purpose towards her crotch.

She began to feel heat growing between her legs. Her heart was racing as she anticipated his next move. His fingers traced a playful path along the inseam of her pants which she realized where so shear that they offered almost no protection from the sensations he was providing.

She became aware that she was holding her breath. She let it out, only to inhale another with a sharp gasp as she felt his hand hover over the sweet center of her.

Oh, if only he would just get it over with and touch her already!

She could hear him speaking now, but with all the thoughts flying around her head she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Her voice came out in a soft choke as she tried to speak. She swallowed and tried again.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” She gasped.

“Beg me.” He answered.