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J's Story

... she could go every time but always just barely short of panic. And she was thrilled and frightened at the idea of where he would take her tonight. His voice broke her reverie. "Wow, that made an even better handprint than I hoped. That... THAT is picture worthy." She almost panicked. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Could he? She heard the familiar electronic "click" of a pic being taken and started to object as he put the pic in front of her to see... on HER phone. When she calmed down, she had to admit, it was a great pic. You could see all four fingers and his thumb and the complete shape of his hand distinctly... on her ass. HER ass. "Shall I delete it, dirty slut?" She bit her lip and shook her head no. "As you wish. Now, on with the punishment." He stood to her left, placed his left hand on her back, and started spanking her... HARD! Every blow elicited a sound from her no matter how much she fought it. It stung and burned quickly and he kept going fast and hard. Again and again and AGAIN his hand came down on her stinging ass. All over it. Up and down, side to side. Sometimes hitting the same spot five or six times in a row. How could he keep this up? Shouldn't his hand be in pain by now? Oh God, please stop. Please, just for a few seconds so she could catch her breath. But no, the blows kept coming with no slowing down or lightening up. Then, just before she called out "Yellow Light", he did stop... which turned out to be worse. The blows made her almost numb and now the ...

... stinging and fiery heat came on in full force. "Ow, owowowowowow!" she cried out... and he laughed. He laughed at her. "You brought this on yourself, dirty slut, and you know it." He slid his hand between her legs and fondled her, not gently as he usually did but not quite roughly. She knew that he had found her VERY wet in spite of all the pain. "Well, not ALL of you is in pain now, is it, dirty slut?" She moaned in response as his fingers entered her firmly, sliding in and out of her slowly but with determination. He quickly brought her close to orgasm and, of course, stopped short. He brought his fingers to her mouth and without a thought or hesitation, she leaned out to lick and suck them clean. "Oh, dirty slut," he said, pulling his fingers away, "did I tell you to do that?" She hung her head and muttered no. "Excuse me, dirty slut?" "No, Sir. I'm sorry." "Back to it now, dirty slut. Pick a number, one, two, or three." She knew better than to ask why. "Two, Sir." "That's the paddle, dirty slut." She felt the cool wood gently rubbed against her very sore ass and tensed up at the thought of it striking her. "You know that won't help," he said, chuckling, "I think what would help would be you counting the strokes. Are you ready, dirty slut?" "Yes, Sir." Oooooh, it was worse than she thought. The paddle struck her and made her cry out and, while she'd kept them inside earlier, tears started flowing. "One, Sir." The assault continued, not quite as fast as with his hand but ...