I want you to suffer, to feel some of the pain that has been ravaging me.
Why am I suffering? Because the pain that tortures me is rather a lack of pain. I fondly, achingly remember those nights when we’d drive to your family’s lakehouse, and then you would spank me so hard that my screams and moans echoed through the night.
After you pin me, you pick me up, like I am a feather, even though I’m about as tall as you and am still wearing those boots.
I should knee you. Any normal person would, if they were getting placed over someone’s knee.
But I am not normal.
I am expectant, happy. I’m about to get my favorite thing, from my favorite ma-
My thoughts are interrupted by your palm meeting my ass. Hard. Painful. Wonderful.
The way I like it.
Slap,
Slap
Slap
Over and over.
I scream and cry and whimper, because I am becoming very wet. You pause in spanking me for a second and slide one of your long, delicious fingers into the dripping cream in between my thighs. You quietly laugh when you hear me moan.
"You thought that you could punish me, didn’t you, my pretty little fucked up angel?" you say, as you slide three fingers inside my pussy and twist.
"Instead, I’m going to punish you."
And with that, you slide your fingers in and out of me, and tease my clit, while you continue to mangle my ass with the palm of your hand. When I am raw and red, you stop.
You roughly grab my hips and pull me onto the bed so that I am on my belly.
I pretend to be angry, chagrined, but inside, my heart is doing a tap-dance inside my chest. I’m so excited. And ready.
You quickly slide into my pussy for a couple strokes. Normally it takes a little maneuvering to get your rod inside me, but I’m so looking forward to what I know will come next that you glide in like you had been fucking me all night, instead of for just ten minutes.
You pull out of me, and drive your cock into my ass.
I begin to scream. I don’t care if anyone hears me. I don’t care if your girlfriend comes home and sees my car. I don’t care if the house gets bombed. The world could cave in and I would not mind as long as you keep fucking my ass.
I move my fingers to my clit, squeezing in between my own hips and the bed. I frantically finger myself as you ravage my ass, run your nails down my back, and nibble the back of my neck. You thrust for a few minutes until you begin to come. Feeling your come inside me only makes me more excited, and in a couple more strokes of my fingers, I am coming, in a delicious frenzy of warmth and wet and kisses and gentle moans. I had my eyes squeezed shut the whole entire time, and when I open them, I am practically dizzy.
I don’t very well know how to explain myself, and neither do you. I suppose that the only thing I can do is to put on my clothes, which I quickly do.
"Um, I’ll call you later" I squeak out, and I run to my car.
I’m not sure what to do, but I know I’ll definitely invade your privacy again.
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