Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... right. Then he switched the pacing and hit her right again, keeping her guessing.

A good round of spanking wasn't just about swatting the ass of his partner. It was like sex - variation was pleasure. Fast swings, slow swings. Lighter, quick spanks varied with hard, powerful ones. Different angles, different targets. Marc covered Sinead's ass and upper thighs with strikes that turned her ass a light pink, and then an angrier red pink.

She was crying into the belt, but she took it. She didn't beg him to stop. Didn't pull away from the paddle, or the occasional touch of his hand as he felt her smooth, hot skin. She tossed her hair a couple of times, and he could see that it was sticking to her forehead from sweat. He was starting to get hot as well, and he stripped off his suit coat before going back to the punishment.

The only part of her ass he didn't hit was the centre. A proper spanking should have really included the inner curve of her ass cheeks, but he didn't want to take the buttplug out of her, and he was careful not to strike it either.

"Fini," Marc finally declared as he tossed the paddle onto the bed next to Sinead. She didn't sit up. Her ass wavered, a hot red that was practically glowing, and she was panting. Marc knew why. He knew what she wanted. He could see the physical reaction he'd pulled from her.

Under Sinead's inflamed cheeks, her pretty pussy was swollen with arousal and her labia were slick and flowered open just a little. The stinging ...

... pain of the spanking hadn't reduced her desires, they'd only teased them.

Marc set one knee on the bed, standing beside his little plaything, and he ran a thumb down from her perineum to her labia, feeling the slickness of her. Sinead moaned, arching her back, trying to push her pussy towards the contact. With a little smirk, Mark rested his other hand on the small of her back, his fingers dipping between her ass cheeks to tap on the buttplug, and he began to play with her. She moaned loudly into the belt as he inserted his thumb into her, and pushed a pulsing rhythm into the plug with his fingers, and then tugged on it and glanced her finger across her clit.

It took less than a moment for Sinead to come, her body wracking with moans and sobs until she tensed, her cunt practically trying to suck on Marc's thumb with her inner core muscles. When it finished she spit out the belt and looked back at Marc, her eyes wild and her hair plastered to her forehead and cheeks. "Fuck me, Marc," she pleaded. "Just fuck me already. Get it over with and get your cock in me."

Marc smiled and shook his head as he made eye contact with her. "Sex isn't a punishment,ma petite rebelle. Sex is a reward. But you did so well, I think you've earned more than one release."

She growled in frustration, but the growl turned into another moan and Marc tugged on the buttplug, pulling the largest part of it through her anal ring, and then pushed it back in while he began to fuck her pussy with his ...