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“Well, I have been naughty,” I dropped my gaze and pouted, “but surely a good ticking off will be enough. You don’t need to spank me.”

“Oh, but I do. I think naughty girls need a good spanking or they forget what they’re not supposed to do.” John squeezed my arm then rolled over to the edge of the bed. “Come on, over my knee, young lady. Show me how sorry you really are.”

“Yes, Sir,” I sighed and very slowly got up off the bed. I wanted to run over. I couldn’t wait to feel the impact of his hard hand against my soft buttocks, but I played along with the game. I knew that would make the experience all the better.

“Come on, girl, today. Hurry or I’ll add more spanks!”

I scurried round and stood before him. My heart hammered away in my chest and as he patted his thigh, just a few inches away from his straining hard on, my pussy throbbed with pleasure. I stepped forward and bent. He guided me down over his lap until my fingers dragged along the soft carpet. I could feel his cock pressing between my stomach and my pubis and I wanted to forget the spanking. I wanted to drop to my knees and take that glorious hardness between my lips. As I was distracted by that mouth-watering treat, John hooked his fingers into the top of my much-abused knickers, pulling them down to reveal my creamy white cheeks.

I began to struggle a little. I wanted to get back into the game.

“Stop it,” he said, his hand slapping down onto my flesh to emphasise that he meant business. “Lay still and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Before I could protest any further, his hand cracked down onto my arse. It was followed closely by another slap and then yet another. My skin began to sting.

“Ow,” I yelled, but he didn’t pay me any attention. He just kept on spanking. His hard hand came down with great force. I could feel his strength in each blow and soon I was yelping and moaning as both of my buttocks turned hot and sensitive. I was sure they shined pink. My facial cheeks must have blushed the same colour—from hanging upside down, from pleasure, and from the embarrassment of being so exposed in front of my lover.

The flesh stung and hurt all the more with every impact, but after the momentary burn the pleasure exploded. I felt as close to coming as I would if he were lapping me between my thighs rather than hitting me passionately on the buttocks.

I lost count of the impacts. When they stopped, his fingers gently and sweetly rubbed over my smarting butt and slid down the crease between them.

“Naughty girl, “he exclaimed as his finger penetrated me, “you are sopping wet. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” “Yes, Sir,” I groaned and ground back onto his probing digit. It wasn’t enough to relieve the pressure building there, but I craved his touch and wanted more. Abruptly he pulled his finger from me.

“Stand up.” After a moment to pull myself together, I slipped to my knees. Before I could stand, he changed his mind. “Stay there.” He offered me his finger and I sucked it. I could taste my sweet juices and my scent pervaded my senses. “Now crawl up onto the bed.” He moved away and I did as I was told. I stayed poised on all fours and held my breath. I felt the air waft past as he moved, then I felt his hot touch on my hips.

“This is how good girls behave,” he purred, stroking down my back with one hand, “and now you’re going to get a treat.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I gasped as he forced his hard, throbbing cock inside of me. It took little pressure, as I was so wet he glided inside. He held me tight around the hips and pummelled into me. This was for his pleasure, and I enjoyed being used by him.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, “my wet little slut, your pussy feels so good around my dick.”

He continued to pump and I moaned and yelped as his body slapped into my hot, red buttocks.

“Fuck me,” I yelled, “Fuck my cunt, Sir. Fill me up, Sir.”

“Yes, yes, my sweet slut girl. Yes, I’m going to fill you, I’m going to come.”

He held me close, his nails digging painfully into my flesh. His cock throbbed and his cum flooded me. I could feel him shivering and he groaned loudly as he emptied his seed inside me.

“Look at that,” He gasped as he fell to the bed beside me, “You’re now a messy girl as well as a naughty one.”