The sting followed soon after that and it was far greater than I remembered it being. How could I have forgotten how much his hand could hurt? I’d known it was painful, but I didn’t recall it stinging nearly this much.
He lit into my bottom after that. I whined and cried out several times, but that seemed to have no effect on him. If anything, it made him spank me harder. I tried to twist my hips and avoid him, but he didn’t miss a single time. His hand was accurate and ruthless.
He spanked all over, from the tops of my cheeks down to the backs of my thighs. Every single smack stung, but the ones on my legs were the worst.
The pain built on itself, stinging more and more until it felt like my backside was on fire. His hand was punishing in a way that it had never been before.
“Please, I learned my lesson,” I pleaded, hoping that my bottom was red enough.
“Not yet, bad girl. I’m not going to be through with you until you’re sobbing over my knee. You need this and I’m going to be the one to give it to you,” he answered.
He meant every single word.
I think somewhere deep inside I’d hoped that he was just joking, that he hadn’t meant to spank me to tears. I knew now that that was only a fool’s hope.
His hand curled around my hip, holding me in place as the spanking got that much harder. I fought him at every turn, but when he started punishing the tops my thighs exclusively, I had no choice but to give in.
I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut. He’d pushed me to the edge of tears before and had stopped, but I knew that this time he wasn’t going to do that. The reality of that terrified me.
“Please,” I begged. My voice was shaking.
Giving up complete control like this was hard and I struggled for several moments. Pain outpaced the need between my thighs at a furious intensity. He scalded my ass with his palm several more times and my eyes started to water.
I stared forward at the plug in front of me. I blinked several times in an attempt to gather myself, but that didn’t work either.
I was going to be punished with that very plug. I knew that was going to hurt too.
And after all that, I was going to come.
I didn’t have a choice about any of those things. He did.
His hand bit into my sore backside, over and over again until it was all too much. I yelped and choked back a sob. He punished me even more firmly and despite everything I tried to do to stop it, the first tear dripped down my cheek. The second one soon followed, and I sniffled. Eventually, I broke down and started sobbing.
But the spanking didn’t end.
Tears poured down my cheeks for a short while, making the punishment really sink in for me. Eventually, he slowed, smacking my ass so firmly that each spank throbbed and sank straight down to my clit.
The same hand that had spanked me so hard slipped between my thighs.
I was absolutely drenched.
He reached for the plug and swirled it around in my wetness. I gasped when he slipped it inside my pussy, thoroughly coating its surface with my rampant arousal. Without waiting for me to calm down, he spread my cheeks open and pressed the tip against my bottom hole. I tensed immediately, but that did nothing to slow the toy’s assault.
I didn’t dare protest though, not when my ass was still burning as though it had caught fire.
The tip of the plug was small, and it didn’t hurt, at least not at first. He pushed it further inside me, and it stretched my asshole wide enough to burn. I cried out, the deep ache intensifying as more of it entered me.
It had looked big sitting there in front of me.
It felt even larger now.
With a brutal push, he forced the rest of it inside me. I cried out, the hard burning pinch spiraling up and down my spine with wild abandon. It seemed never-ending and terrible, but it eventually quelled into a dull ache. It was filling in a way that was different than his fingers inside me.
It felt forbidden. I wanted to hate it, but I didn’t.
I lay there over his lap like that for a while as my tears dried with my bottom burning both inside and out. His palm smoothed over my backside gently in circular motions before he pulled his leg off of mine and situated me over both of his thighs.
“Spread your legs like a good girl for me, angel,” he pressed.