In all honesty, it hurt more than I’d been expecting. It also felt better than I’d imagined. Every slap zinged straight to my cock.
Again and again, she hit me all over my ass. She strayed to my upper thighs and hips only to return to my raw ass cheeks.
“Unh,” I grunted on a particularly hard one.
“Did that hurt?” she asked.
I was almost tempted to lie, afraid she’d stop. Afraid she’d never do it again. But something about kneeling on my hands and knees, getting my ass spanked, demanded the truth. “Yes,” I said.
“Good.” She pinched the tender skin she’d just slapped.
She smoothed the pain away with her hand. “Shhh.”
Just as my body relaxed and leaned against her hand, she pinched again.
“You don’t like that?” she asked.
“No,” I groaned.
“That’s what makes it a punishment,” she said, sounding so prim and proper I almost came with my dick hanging in the air.
She must have noticed because she nudged me, not very gently, on my ribs. I rolled to my side, but she was right behind me, climbing my chest and sitting on my face.
“Lick me good and then you can come.”
Christ, the woman had really gotten into her role. It was hot as fucking hell.
I licked like my life depended on it. I was sure I’d never given oral as good as that, licking and sucking and drinking her down. I’d never been so inspired.
She rocked her hips down, her clit riding my tongue. It hurt with how tired it was, but I wouldn’t let up, wouldn’t let her go. I’d never wanted a woman to come all over my tongue so badly.
With a strangled cry from above, she gyrated down onto my tongue hard as liquid spilled all over my face. My own hips bowed up off the bed, thrusting into the air as she came.
She collapsed next to my head, leaning against the headboard. Still panting, she said, “Good job. Now you can come.”
I didn’t move, panting myself, unsure of what to do.
“That’s right,” she said. “Jerk yourself off. You didn’t think you deserved anything better, did you?”
I shook my head and grabbed my dick, pumping hard.
“Yeah,” she said. “Squeeze it. Make it hurt. That’s all you deserve, isn’t it? You dirty boy. You very bad boy. Fuck your hand.”
Her words drove me over the edge and my fist frantically yanked away while I spurted come all over my belly and chest. I saw black spots and my orgasm went on and on.
When I could breathe – and see – again, she leaned down next to my ear and whispered, “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I wheezed.
“Use your fingers and your tongue to clean it up off your chest.”
“Do it and then you can join me.”