Spanking V

Bewildered, V asks why I won't spank her.

I explain to her that anal penetration is an act of intimacy between us that demands a more personal form of corporal than the use of a flogger.

I kneel on her left side. I lift her slowly and slide my knees beneath her. She rests on both of my thighs, her body rising and falling as she breathes deeply. My left arm circles her body and I pull her close as my right palm gently rubs first her left and then her right cheek. She releases a big sigh and I feel her nipples rise and fall on my legs.

"Stay still, just like this. If you move or squirm, I'll only spank you harder."

My hand caresses her cheeks, down to her thighs and back up again.

"How does that feel?"

"Good," she concedes.

"Get ready, I'm about to start."

Her body tenses, after what must seem like an eternity, I start slowly-softly. On her ass, down her thighs and into the inner sighs. She relaxes as my hand brushes her cunt.

"You're drenched," I whisper.

"It feels good," she tells me.

Two or three more light slaps. "Did those hurt?"

"No."

"These will!"

Before her mind can even grasp the two words, my hand descends with a hard thwack on her right cheek. She yells and begins to fall forward.

"That hurt!"

"Of course, it was supposed to V. That was just the first of many you'll receive tonight."

I proceed, slowly, alternating between her right and left ass cheek. As I reach twenty, the tears begin, coupled with sobs, her tears roll off her face onto the sheet. She's hurting. Every inch of her ass is red and burns and pulses. I continue, with each hard slap she moans or yelps. Her sobs grow in frequency at the same time the aroma from her cunts begins to permeate the room.

She loses track of the number as the pressure in her clit begins to peak and her cunt quivers. She spaces and doesn't realize I've stopped. Minutes pass, her sobbing stops and she utters one word: "Please?"