Bent over a pillow in something white and lacy with my hands cuffed behind my back. Is that the way you'd have me? That's the way I'd imagine you would. I think I'd gasp when you touch me the first time, and slide your hands from my breasts, down my sides, to my ass, which is peeking out from underneath that white, lacy thing that makes me look 10 times more innocent than I am... And then what? Would you spank me? I know you would if you had me in that position.
I can sense you raising your hand and then quickly, sharply bringing it back down. I hear the smack, and I wince and drop my head, trying to absorb the pain. Once the initial sting is gone, I realize just how much I liked that. Would you do it again? No... That's not what I'm sensing. I know your cock is hard, and I know what you want to do with it. And how could you resist? It's not like I can do anything to stop you. Even if I could, I wouldn't. I want you as badly as you want me. But what are you waiting for? I'm wet and waiting. So what are you doing? Are you touching yourself? I wish I could see. You know how much I like to watch.
I feel your hands on my hips. You're steadying me, holding me still so that you can enter me. My pussy is throbbing. Now I'm dying to feel you inside me. Before I know it, the head of your cock is forcing me open, and you're not bothering to go slow.
Ouch.
Sometimes I wish I weren't so tight. My eyes clamp shut. I moan. No, don't stop, I can take it. I open my eyes, but all I can see is the wall. I turn to look at you over my shoulder, and I see your hand go up.
WACK!
"Don't look at me," you growl. "If you do it again, I'll make it hurt more."
I don't care. I got my glimpse of you, and the sting is the perfect compliment to the things your cock is making me feel. Pleasure surges through me with every thrust, and it's not long before I'm ready to explode. I bite into the pillow, but you can still hear the scream in my throat. My inner muscles start contracting around you. My eyes roll back in my head, and I can't think anymore.
Ouch!
You dig your fingernails into my hips when you start pulling me towards you and pounding yourself into me even harder. I'd try to move with you, but I'm afraid I'll get spanked again. Do you want to spank me again? Probably. You let go of my hips to wipe the sweat from your brow. I move with you now, pushing myself back on your cock as you push forward. But I don't get spanked. Hmm, that's odd. But where are your hands now?
I feel one of your hands creeping up my back under the lace. You never seem to lose your rhythm as you creep your fingers up my spine like a spider. Your fingernails dig into the back of my neck only shortly after arriving there. I gasp, and then moan. You rip into my flesh, and drag your nails down my spine. You watch me quiver beneath you. Does that make you feel powerful? It must. Why else would you have me this way?
