Stories of Sex

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I am texting with him, being a little bit mischievous and he tells me that I need to behave.

My response to him is "I've been very naughty. What are you going to do about it? I think you need to come home and punish me."

He says, "fine then."

And I expect that he is kidding, like I was. However, he really wasn't. He showed up at the door, a dangerous but turned on look evident in his eyes. He comes in, slams the door, grabs my wrist and drags me to the bedroom. I close the door behind us, turn around and he presses his body against mine, my body pressed against the wall. He closes the gap so he's fully against me, his height allowing him to loom over me. His mouth claims mine as its own, filled with desire, passion, fire. His hands connect with my waist, his fingertips digging in slightly with the intensity he held me with. I raised my arms to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me, which he stopped and looked me in the eyes. I could see love, I could see how turned on he was, but I could also see he had a serious thing on his mind.

"What is it?" I asked, wrapping him in close.

"You've been bad, bad girls get punished like you said." he growled at me.

I looked up at him in shock not thinking he could be serious. But his facial expression showed me he was serious. He slammed me fully against the wall, one of his hands on my neck, the other grabbing my wrists, thrusting them above my head and pinning them against the wall. His other hand gets removed from my neck and travels slowly over my body, taking time to brush over my breasts, moving downwards to my jeans. His hand settled at the fabric covering my most intimate area and placed pressure against it, causing a gasp to escape my lips. He brought his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Between him kissing and sucking my neck and putting the pressure on my nether area, I flung my head back slightly, not able to do anything else. I tried to pull my wrists from his grasp, but his hand just tightened around them. He was able to access more of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and biting the skin occasionally. He moved his hand inside my jeans to the outside of my lacy underwear.

"Someone is already wet. What's got you so bothered?"

I struggle to find words.

"Tell me?" he brought his mouth close to my ear, letting his hot breath linger on it.

"I...it's just thinking about how y...you feel inside me gets me so hot, I get so w...wet thinking about you." I stutter through my words as he plays with me through the soaked material of my underwear.

"Oh really? So, if I did this..." he moves my underwear to the side and insert two fingers into me with ease.

He didn't have to finish his sentence as he began to pump his fingers inside of me, curling them at the perfect angle to hit the right spot. I felt my knees getting weak as he finger fucked me, feeling happy he had such a tight grip on my wrists. He intensified the pace and had my eyes practically rolling in my head. He brought me so close and pulled his fingers out of me and I whimpered at the loss.

"Remember, good girls get rewarded and bad girls get punished. You've been such a bad girl." he smirked a little.

I felt him getting hard and it made me feel even weaker at the knees. He took his hand from around my wrists and brought both his hands to surround me and rest on my ass, giving it a rough squeeze, which caused me to squeal slightly. He pulled me closer, my chin digging into his chest as I looked up at him. We moved towards the bed and he sat himself on the edge and pulled me over his knee, my ass in the air.

"Now, it's only fair to start this punishment right. Now, you are going to count these out loud. It's only 10."

He spanked me hard and I counted out loud each one he gave me. He meant it as a punishment, but I only found myself getting more and more aroused with each time his hand collided with me. He shifted me from his knee, onto the bed and he climbed on top.