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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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"Bend over the bed" His words are calm yet stern, sending excitement and anxiety coursing through my veins.
As I lay over the bed he circles it to get to my side of it. He gently pats my head in an attempt to put me at ease before he grabs a fistful of my hair. I gasp at the sudden tug and the burn, but it's a burn I love and crave all too well. He goes to my ear, his voice a little less in control than before.
"Safe word angel?" He asks, slighty taunting me with his voice, "Mercey sir".
He steps behind me now, dropping my hair and grabbing my throat, slowly cutting off circulation to my brain, finally, fucking finallllllyyyyyyyyy.
"did you do all these things tonight because you want me to punish you?" He hums curiously, even though he already knows the damn answer.
He lets go expecting me to respond, but I do nothing of the sort.
I just push myself up by my palms, arching my back, and do the unthinkable.
Ladies and gentlemen, I glare at him.
I seem to have successfully offended him because he pushes me back onto the mattress, putting pressure on my cheek as it sits flat against the fabric.
"This isn't a fucking joke," He grits through his teeth "You brought this upon yourself angel, 6 strikes in a 4 hour time span. Now that's 6 times you will miss out on cumming because you decided to be a fucking brat." He hisses gently rubbing his hand on my ass before adding
"Ready for your punishment, angel?" I can hear the smirk in his words.
"Depends" i shrug staring at the clean bed sheet underneath my head. "On?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me, "Whether or not you're gonna let me cum."
He chuckles somewhat menincenly, I noticed he had less drinks than I, It somehow makes me feel safer knowing that he is in control of his thoughts and actions.
With that, he signals his wish to end the conversation by bringing his hand down on my ass with a whack. I welcome the sting, my pussy getting wetter.
Each time he slaps me it gets progressively harder, but let's be honest, I need more.
I let out the first sound that I've made since the beginning of the spanking. I ever so softly moan after the next blow.
He stops before he slowly leans down to my ear and gently, almost lovingly whispers "Do you like that angel? Are you enjoying your punishment?".
