“Okay then.” He shifted his knee and I fell forward slightly, catching myself on my hands. “Then we’ll just skip the confessions, I’ll just give the kind of spanking a naughty girl truly deserves.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Andy’s hand was laced with pain, but it was practically orgasmic each time it came down on my ass. He stopped holding back and pausing to rub my pussy. He slapped one side of my ass and then immediately moved to the other side. I bounced and squirmed across his knee, feeling everything I had been begging for come to life inside me. I liked being spanked. I liked being punished. I loved the way it brought up emotions and mixed them with pleasure while dragging me through the agonizing misery of comeuppance. His hand bounced back and forth across my ass, leaving a stinging mark each time it came down. The sting got worse as the spanking continued and there was a slow burn that spread across the surface of my ass. I didn’t even want him to stop when that started—I craved it. I had my first taste of the naughty list and it was exactly where I belonged. There was a part of me that wasn’t truly complete until I felt myself truly let go and sink into the fantasy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Ouch!” I squirmed on his knee and shifted when a particularly hard smack landed in the center of my ass.
“Naughty girl.” He gave me a few more firm smacks, but then his hand rested on my ass.
“Yes! Very naughty!” I looked over my shoulder and nodded.
“You’re going to cum so fucking hard when I put my cock in this wet pussy, aren’t you?” He slid his hand between my legs and rubbed against my labia.
“If I make it that long!” I pushed back against his finger and moaned.
“Get on the damn bed.” He lifted me off his knee and pointed to the bed. “I want to see how naughty you can really be.”
I started crawling on the bed, but I never got a chance to turn over onto my back. Andy grabbed my thigh and pushed my legs apart. He held me there with my pussy practically gushing with lust as he put a condom on his length. A second later, he was inside me. He nearly tackled me and drove his dick deep into my pussy with one quick motion. It felt different from behind—even better than the previous night. Andy wasn’t gentle, and that was exactly what I needed after staring down the barrel of my emotional turret and lust-soaked desires. He started to thrust into me quickly and my pussy was trying to spasm after less than a dozen of his rapid-fire motions. My body was on fire with an ache still lingering on my ass and pressure inside me that was rivaling it. I slumped forward against the mattress and wrapped the quilt around my fists.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I squealed and felt my muscles start to tighten.
“No, you’re not.” Andy drove his dick in deep, left it there and then started slapping my ass with hard, quick smacks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“No! I was so close!” I tried to move my hips to get the rhythm going again but he held my hip to keep me from moving.
“I’m going to bring you so close that you can taste that orgasm on your breath, then I’m going to deprive you of it. Naughty girls don’t get what they want for Christmas.” He waited until my body settled and then started to drive his cock into me again.
The rhythmic thrusts started again, but I was afraid to enjoy them—afraid to get too close. They felt so fucking good, but the instant they started pushing me towards the edge of bliss, I was going to have them taken away. Andy wasn’t cruel when he spanked me, but what he was doing should have been illegal. I needed to cum. I had to feel the eruption coursing through my veins. I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t have the satisfaction I craved. Andy brought me so close, then stopped. My ass paid the price for daring to want bliss. He left it scorching hot before he was done and my body stopped quivering. The thrusts started up—just as quick as they were when he stopped. I bunched up the quilt and bit down on the fabric, moaning so loud that my ears rang.
“You can’t keep doing this to me!” I pulled the quilt out of my teeth and groaned when the thrusts stopped just short of an orgasm for the third time.
“Yes, I can.” He lifted his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Please!” I squealed and grimaced.
“Please what? Please stop spanking you or please make you cum?” I gave me a quick, hard thrust.
“You don’t have to stop spanking me, but please—oh god—please make me cum!” I looked over my shoulder and nodded with everything I had.
“Do you want me to stop spanking you?” He squeezed my ass in his hand.
“No.” I swallowed hard and shook my head.
“Then you must be as naughty as you were when I started.” He released his grip on my ass and started landing hard smacks again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Why did I enjoy it so much? Was I some kind of freak? Maybe I was. Maybe I didn’t care. A normal person certainly didn’t end up in bed with two twins after going over to their house for a date with one of them. Was it any surprise that I also liked having my ass spanked and fucked so rough my body was tingling from the pain and pleasure? I embraced it. I stopped worrying about the orgasm and just focused on the bliss that came. I was pleasured and punished so many times that I lost count. My body was weak. My ass was burning. The only thing that mattered was the release I would get when I deserved it. I didn’t know what I had to do in order to get to that point. I tumbled into the oblivion of lust so many times I thought I was going to pass out before he said the words that finally clicked.
“Are you still a naughty girl?” Andy squeezed my ass and prepared to start spanking me again.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m a good girl.”