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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
... causing her legs to spread as far as her pants, now down around her ankles, would allow. I took a picture of the now soaking-wet crotch of her panties, pulled tight between her pussy lips, with curly wisps of red-gold hair peeking out from under the elastic, and then placed the phone beneath her face once more. There was a long, drawn-out groan: “OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh…god!” I said, “One word at a time, little girl.” Unable to speak at the moment, she managed to nod. She took a few quick, sobbing breaths and then began. “I’m…” Whack! I slapped one ass-cheek, and at the same time grabbed the elastic of her panties with my free hand and gave it a good tug, yanking the crotch between her pussy lips. She barely muffled a scream, clapping both hands over her mouth. But then she lowered them to the floor again and continued. “A…” Whack! Another slap and simultaneous yank. “Ah! Oh god!” Her hips were twitching in my lap and she had to use the foot which was now on the floor to steady herself. “Uhhh! B-bad…” Whack! I yanked up on her panties once more, this time slipping my fingers through the leg-holes on each side and jerking the crotch of her panties back and forth. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Oh god, please hurry, Sir! LITTLE!” Whack! And from that point on the pace and intensity grew quickly as we both gave ourselves over completely. “GIRL!” Whack! “UHHH! ...
... AND!” Whack! “I!” Whack! “DESERVE!” Whack! “TO!” Whack! “BEeeeee…!” Whack! “PUNISHED! I deserve to be PUNISHED, SIR!” Whack! “AH! GOD! Thank you, Sir! Please, please, may I come now, Sir? Oh god, please, Sir!” She was literally thrusting her hips up and down in my lap, though I’m not sure she was conscious of it. Thoroughly aroused myself, I was tempted to slip my hand between her legs and give her the orgasm she so desperately craved. But I held back. Instead, I pushed her remaining leg off my lap and she crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball and whimpering, “Please, please…I can’t…oh, god, please…” I took her by the wrists and carefully pulled her into a kneeling position and from there slowly upward until she was just barely standing, still sobbing, her legs trembling. I took another tissue and gently patted her face dry, then held the tissue to her nose so that she could blow once more. Dropping the tissue to the floor, I took her by both hands and waited until she looked up at me. “Bad little girls get corner-time,” I said softly, using her hands to turn her and pull her towards an empty corner of the room. She came along, apparently dazed, taking the small, shuffling steps required by the pants around her ankles. I led her into the corner, then raised her hands and placed them behind her head. Stepping out from in front of her, I placed one hand between her shoulder blades and guided her further into the corner until her elbows were touching the two walls. I used one foot to spread hers as far ...