1. Please Spank Me, Sir


    Date: 1/29/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Domination/submission Humiliation Male/Female Masturbation Role-playing, Spanking, Author: zenmackie, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... worm my phone out of my pocket and took a quick picture, then held it down to where she could see it, tugging on her hair to indicate she should turn her head.

“Ohhhh…” she breathed. Then she started to hyperventilate. “Oh! Omigod, omigod! Oh! I’m gonna…”

This time I yanked on her hair, making her stop with a loud gasp. “No, you’re

not

,” I said firmly. “Not until I say so.”

I continued to hold her head up by her hair as she sobbed and fought down the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. At last, with another long, sighing “Ohhhhhhh…”, she subsided. I gently lowered her head to the floor and released her. After a moment she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Only good little girls are allowed to come,” I told her. “Are you a good little girl?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Then what are you?”

“I’m a

bad

little girl, Sir.”

She took another moment to recover, then continued, in a much stronger voice, “I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW!” My hand slapping her now-exposed behind made a much louder sound that echoed slightly in the room, and she cried out again and again as I gave her five more: “OW! Oh shit! OW! OW! Fuck, that really…OW! OWWWWW…! Jesus H. Fuck!”

I passed her another tissue as she continued to lie across my lap, sniffling and crying. She wiped her eyes with it before using it to blow her nose again, tossing the tissue aside afterward so that it lay next to the first one on the floor. Then, when her breathing had ...
    ... settled somewhat, she asked, in a small, quavering voice, “Could you please…show me again, Sir? I promise I won’t…you know…”

I still had my phone out so I took a fresh picture of her behind, this one showing the outlines of my hand much more clearly against the reddened flesh. I zoomed in slightly, then bent down to slip the phone directly under her face. And while she was staring at the screen I used the time to run the palm of my hand lightly over her behind as if smoothing it, eliciting several whispers of “Oooooo…” from below me. This was followed by a long moan as I dragged the fingernails of both hands down her cheeks and then finally by cries of “Uh!” and “Oh god!” as I pinched each cheek between my thumbs and forefingers, making her writhe in my lap.

Her voice suddenly became louder - almost desperate: “Ahh! Please! Ohhh…I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished! Punish me, Sir! OW! OW! Oh shit! OW! Spank me, Sir! OW! OW! OW! OW! Shit!... Fuck!... Oh god, yes!”

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation after the seventh slap on her behind. “Keep going! Please, Sir! I’M A BAD LITTLE GIRL AND I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED, SIR!”

She writhed and whimpered and cried and shrieked as eight more slaps landed hard on her behind.

Then nine more.

By this point she was sobbing and moaning and babbling incoherently. I bent down and retrieved my phone, wiping it off on her behind before opening the camera app again. She gasped as I pushed her right leg off my lap, ...
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