"Noooo, please, I'll be good! I swear! Please!"
She begs him not to spank her again. She knows she was a bad girl. She disobeyed him. She knew what the punishment would be, but she disobeyed him anyway and now she is paying for it.
Whack! "Ow!"
She is lying across his lap, naked. He is wearing his rough wool pants which scratch her body, but across the thigh she is lying on, is a burlap cloth, and it is this that rubs on her pubes and clit, sometimes catching her pubic hairs and pulling.
He always positions her just right, so when he slaps her ass, it pushes her pussy over the sandpapery cloth. He knows it hurts her, and he knows it makes her cum.
Whack! She whimpers in pain.
Whack! She bites her lip.
Whack! A tear rolls down her cheek.
His hand slips between her butt checks and rubs down to her pussy. He rubs several times, and then leaves her wanting.
Whack! She breathes hard.
Whack! She moans; she feels hot and needy.
His hand again slips between her stinging butt checks and rubs down to her pussy. He rubs several times, and she's ready to cum, so close.
Whack! She moans louder, saying 'Yes' wordlessly.
Whack! She cums, crying out, "Thank you."
He turns her over and kisses her so hard, her lips swell. He picks her up and deposits her in a hard chair, her ass still stinging from the slaps.
"Stay here until I leave for work," he says as he leaves the room.
She stays seated, waiting to hear the door close and the car leave the driveway.
After he's gone, she takes a long hot shower. A soaking tub is out of the question today. Once she's clean, she runs cold water over her stinging cheeks, and then towels off, gently.
This was just the latest spanking in a long line of them. She can't seem to behave herself. It's like a little devil comes out in her and she goes against his wishes. He punishes her when she does.
She's lucky that he's a sexual spanker. He likes to make her cum.
When he arrives home, he announces that they are going to see a client of his. She puts on one of the sexy dresses he likes her to wear and the perfume that turns him on. They head out to dinner at his client's house and she's on her best behavior.
The dinner is delicious but it's hard to sit still when her butt is so sore. There's dancing after dinner and the music makes her want to dance. He doesn't want to dance but he lets his host lead her to the dance floor.
They start out with a disco tune and she's having a great time. When it changes to a love ballad, the host pulls her close and they slow dance. She looks over at her lover and he just watches her. The host puts his hands on her butt and grinds his erection into her.
She gulps, not because this turns her on to no end, though it does, but because she's afraid of her lover's reaction. She can feel her pussy get wet, against her wishes. Her lover glowers at her. She shrugs her shoulders; what is she supposed to do?
When they get home, they go right to the bedroom.
"Undress me," he orders. She walks over to him and gives him her sexiest smile and reaches to untie his tie. She slowly pulls it from around his neck and tosses it on the floor.
She takes off his jacket, and undoes his shirt, one button at a time. She slips it from his arms and it is put on the bed, nicely.
She kneels down and takes off his shoes and socks. While on her knees, she undoes his belt, unzips his slacks, and slowly pulls them down. His erection springs out and winks at her.
She has him step out of his pants and puts them on the chair next to the bed.
She stays on her knees, waiting for instructions.
He puts out his hands and he pulls her up to a standing position. He looks in her eyes, and kisses her, thoroughly. She moans into his mouth. He knows how she loves his kisses.
"You did well tonight. I knew he was going to make a move on you and I was glad to see that you were disturbed by that."
She nods in acceptance of his compliment. What he doesn't know, he won't punish her for.
"Turn around and bend over the bed."
She does as he asks. He pushes up her dress. She's not wearing underwear. She never does. His hands on her hips pull her onto his hard cock. He waits a second, then shoves it all the way in, and holds it there. He fills her, pressing against the sides of her lady channel.
She squeezes her muscles around him until he starts moving. Then he fucks her. He puts his hand on her back and holds her down so she can't move. She is his and she loves how he wants her. With his other hand, he smacks her red cheeks and he fucks her.
The stinging brings on the need to touch herself. She's allowed to finger herself, and she reaches to play with her clit. She's so aroused as he fucks her hard and deep. She rubs her clit and he smacks her butt, and he fucks her, fucks her until she cums screaming for more, give her more. And he gives it to her, but only so much.
When she's ready for her second orgasm, he pulls out and she sucks him off. While she's sucking and licking to make him cum, he plays with her tits.
When he's ready to cum, he sucks her tits hard and bites one, clamping his teeth around it, and she cums again.
It's a good night, as they fall asleep, arms and legs entwined.
Time goes by; life goes on. Then she does something he doesn't like, again. It doesn't matter what, but it was a worse thing than previously, and she's going to be punished again.
It's been months since she was bad and had the spanking. She knows it will be something different this time. Not knowing what it will be, or when, makes her afraid, and wet.
Day after day, she waits for it to happen. She begins to panic, thinking he's forgotten. Late one Saturday night, he wakes her from a sound sleep and tells her to put her robe and slippers on, they're going out. She doesn't argue, but where does one go in one's nightgown and robe in the middle of the night?
He blindfolds her when he puts her in the car. They drive for a little while and then stop. He opens the door and guides her out and into a building. She hears him close the door and lock it.
He takes her robe off, and her nightgown, and sits her in a chair. She feels leather straps tie her arms and legs so she can't move.
"You've shown me this time that you have a lot of pride. I know something that you are proud of and I'm going to take it from you. You may not like, but you may love it."
That comment has her puzzled.
She feels his hands in her hair. He loves to run his hands through her hair. Sometimes he'll spend an entire night just touching her hair, smelling it.
Just as she thinks this is what he wants tonight, she hears buzzing and feels cold metal teeth on her forehead. No! He's shaving her wonderful hair off! For him to do this when he loves her hair so much, she really must've been bad. He moves the clippers over the top of her head several times, ridding her of her beautiful hair.
Tears spring to her eyes from the loss of it. Yet... as he continues to shave her, she feels the buzzing working its way down into her body. She feels the vibrations echo in her skull. As he shaves to skin, the teeth seem to say, "Buzz, buzz, yum yum yum, I can make you cum." She's dialed into all the sensations the vibrations bring.
As he shaves more of her hair off her head, her body is saying, "Buzz, buzz, yes yes yes." She feels her body responding to what he's doing to her. Is this what he meant?
He pushes her head down and does her neck. It's not the teeth talking, nor her body, as she hears herself say aloud, "Yes, do me, do me!"
Her breath comes faster, and she's gripping the armrests. Her body tenses, willing the clippers, willing the vibrations, to find their way further down below.
His shaving of her persists, maybe he's pressing harder too. She doesn't know if he is, or if it's just the pleasure that it brings her, but she feels it building, way down deep inside.
It's getting uncomfortable, this need so deep inside.
"Yes, please, make me cum. Please! I need it so!"
Her breath is coming in gulps now; she's so tuned into the buzzing and the feeling of the drumming deep inside. One moan after another escapes her as the clippers keep clipping. With one mighty push of the clippers up her neck, the drumming explodes into bursting pulses of pleasure. Was that her screaming?
She doesn't notice that there is silence around her now. She's retreated into her own little world. After a few minutes, she opens the door to the rest of the world when she feels him kissing her neck.
She sighs and melts into it and he kisses the top of her head. She feels his lips on her bare skin. Hmmm, she sighs and melts again. His kisses on her burning neck are soothing at the same time they are painfully arousing.
She feels the ties removed from her arms and legs. He pulls her up and puts his arms around her. He caresses her bald head, and kisses her lips while running his hand over her hairless head.
