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Thunder rolled in
A drum beat
One she felt
In her very being

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“Give me that ass.”

He slapped her flank hard, sending a bolt of pain flashing across her senses as she lifted her hips for him. It dissipated into a tingle as it spread out.

“Higher,” he growled, the press of his palm between her shoulder blades pushed her chest down into the mattress. He yanked at her hip, tilting her up to the place he wanted until her rosebud winked and her cunt gaped. So lewd, her display so wanton.

“Wet already?” The trail of a thick finger along her cunt made her shudder.

Already… She’d been wet the moment she heard him enter the house. The sound of his footfall across the wood floors, his weight making the stairs creak as he ascended, sent a thrill through her. Liquid lust flooded her knowing he was so close.

“My little slut.” He slapped her pussy, the sound wet and erotic. “Tell me you how much you want me to take that ass.”

She squeezed her eyes closed desperate to control the tremble of her limbs, the needy ache in her cunt. Her heart seemed to pound, adrenaline coursing through her as the words that would bring her pain tinged pleasure hovered on her tongue. They wouldn’t tumble out, they wouldn’t slip from her lips so easily tonight.

Her hesitation earned her a slap on her ass. The breath whooshed from her lungs as the muscles there clenched. The skin seemed to throb with the imprint of his hand, sending another pulse to her wet core making her wetter. She pressed her cheek into the mattress as the burn heated her mind. He didn’t wait for an answer, striking fast, giving her a matching print on her unmarked cheek. The throb of her skin inflamed her that much more.

If she expected him to stop then, she was mistaken. His hand fell in a steady pattern, covering the exposed surface of ass with even smacks. She buried her face in the bed to stifle her cries that bled into moans as he peppered her from cheek, to rosebud, to cunt. When he stopped, she just managed to keep her position.

“I think you just wanted that ass burning hot before I fucked it, didn’t you, little slut.” He chuckled, pulling her back so the material of his jeans abraded her hot skin.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Please…”

Something cool and wet landed on her crinkled flesh, pulling a gasp from her lips. The way his finger circled round and round caused her to clench in anticipation.

“Relax.”

The feeling of being breached there, his fingertip entering her just a little, sent equal parts fear and desire through her. He pushed deeper, adding another finger, scissorsing until her resistance melted under the stimulation. In and out, he fingered her dark hole, forcing pleasure to cut through her as her hips pushed back to take more. Sweat popped up along her skin and wetness leaked from her cunt, slicking her thighs. She was almost undone.

“That’s my girl, that’s my little slut,” he murmured in a low voice while he touched her. “You want my cock now, don’t you? You want it stretching you wide up and filling your tight hole full of my hot jizz.”

She clenched her hands in the sheets, white knuckled and desperate to keep from touching her pulsing clit. Not without his permission, not until he’d fucked her ass so good.

“Ask me for it.” His other hand massaged her abused cheek as he continued stretching her, readying her for him. Once again she was slow to respond. He pulled her up by her hair, his teeth biting into her shoulder before he whispered in her ear, “Ask like a good girl.”

A shudder coursed though her. Licking dry lips, she fought to find the words through her hazy. “Please, Sir. Please fuck my little ass hole. Fill… Please fill me with your cum.”

She was arched, aching, and ready. Such need trembled through her as she spoke what he’d birthed in her body with his touch. Sensations, desire, a longing for him to make her his in any filthy way he wanted.

He pushed her back into the bed damp with her sweat. The smell of her arousal mixed with his musk hit her full force and she nearly came from that alone.

More coolness hit her rosebud and she knew without being asked to spread herself for him. As he murmured what a good girl she was, he notched the broad head of his cock to her and pushed in. She moaned at the burn, trying to relax so the pleasure would come. God, it burned so damn good.

When he slid home, his balls resting against her empty pussy, she blinked back hot tears. Her ass throbbed all over, so many sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

“Please,” she begged, needing him to move and take.

“Ssh.” The feeling of his hand smoothing down her back soothed away some of the frantic feeling. “Just wait.”

She let her hands fall limp to the bed as he held her there suspended, impaled on his cock. The wait did something to her; the pain transformed into this erotic thing that took up residence in her core. Her hips began to move of their own volition, rocking in a desperate need to feel the pleasure that he could give her.

Finally he moved. The withdrawal fired along her nerves, fresh sweat broke out on her skin at the painful pleasure. He thrust back in, filling her beautifully and bowing her back at the sensation.

Big hands dug into her hips, spreading her wide for his measured advance. She knew he watched the way his cock split her. Her body came alive. So full of him, so full.

“Touch yourself,” he grunted out. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

Her fingers flew and circled and dipped. She was so wet she squelched as she pumped three fingers into her needy cunt. Burning, she was on fire, hot all over, and desperate to come with him buried in her ass.

The pounding was endless, punishing, and so damn good she couldn’t think. He grunted and groaned as he took her. His cock invading and completing her, delivering such intense pleasure.

“Come,” he demanded. “Now. I want to feel you.”

She pinched her clit hard, sending a bolt of lightning through her that pushed her over the edge. Unintelligible words poured from her lips as her body clamped down around him, bringing him closer to the edge. He groaned, his hips moving erratically, his cock growing impossibly large inside of her.

The slap of their flesh echoed in her head as he surged forward one last time, holding her still for the spurt of his cum. She brimmed with it, his spunk flowing out and down her thighs like a fountain of life.

“God, I love it when you let me have you like that.” He placed a kiss on her back, her body sinking to the wet sheets. “Love you for giving me so much.”

“Love you, too.” Her moan was barely audible as he pulled out of her. More warm liquid trickled out, but she was too boneless to care.

She floated between wakefulness and sleep as he moved around the room. When the wet rasp of a washcloth touched her skin, she surfaced enough to protest.

“No,” he admonished as he pressed her back down. “Let me take care of you the way you take care of me.”

She smiled at him, thinking the soft ache of her body was more than worth it.

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Kitten watched him play with Summer, a deep fascination overtaking her as she cuddled with a blanket in the corner by the heater.

She’d had her play with Daddy and was coming down from her high. Her bottom throbbed nicely and she felt on the edge of sleep. He’d even told her to nap if the need presented itself.

All thoughts of sleep fled when Summer started making those sexy noises every time daddy ran the knife along her skin.

Knife play had never been her thing. Not that she disliked blood or the knife itself, she just never really thought about the sensations. She’d cut herself more than once and only felt annoyance. Deep paper cuts and slicing herself while cooking didn’t impart the pleasure she felt while being spanked.

But…

Watching them did something to her.

He’d made her strip off everything except a pair of flowered panties and lay on the couch. When he pulled out the kit bag and made her choose two implements, Summer had asked for the knife and the vampire glove.

Summer mewled as Daddy used the sharp end of the knife on her chest. It left scratches on her breasts that started white then turned pink. She thrust her chest out when he stopped, begging with her body for him to leave more marks on her.

God, she was beautiful. Such a petite woman with an infectious personality, Summer was the opposite of her and sexy in a why that made kitten want to cuddle up against her.

Summer gave another throaty moan that made her tingle.

Kitten found herself leaning forward, wondering. That wondering and watching made her pussy wet. Without realizing it, her hand had settled between her thighs, the blanket hiding the way her fingers rubbed.

“You don’t need these panties any longer, do you?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he was trailing the blunt end of the knife down her belly to the remaining clothing in question. When he reached between her thighs, he laid the knife on its side and rubbed her clit with it. Summer’s thighs trembled as she tried not to rock her hips too much. Her panties were soaked, the wetness obvious on the gusset.

He flipped it to the serrated side and just laid it on the tender flesh beneath. He scraped it slowly down along the wet fabric drawing a gasp from Summer.

The knife moved along a leisurely trail from middle to thigh. He scratched a long line from thigh to knee, drawing a small bead of blood when he placed the point of the knife just above her knee.

In a blink, he sliced her panty up from the side, eliciting a moan from Summer and a gasp from kitten. He gave the same treatment to the other side, divesting her of her panties like that. When the lips of Summer’s cunt were revealed, kitten groaned softly into her blanket and circled her clit harder. She bit her lip and hoped no one noticed her, but he was ever perceptive.

“Is kitten playing with her cunt?”

He didn’t look her way, but knew nonetheless. Kitten started to remove her hand, her face heated at being caught.

“No, don’t stop. I want you to rub while I play with Summer.”

Her whole body was hot now, but she obeyed his command. Now that she was more aware of her actions, her cunt felt so slippery wet beneath her fingertips. She pressed her first two fingers deep in her cunt and them pulled them out to rub along her clit.

He placed the flat side of the knife back in Summer’s clit. She rocked her hips as he rubbed the knife up and down, her mouth falling open as her pleasure seemed to mount. He removed the knife after a few moments.

“On your back, slut.”

Summer was slow to respond, her eyes a little glassy. He scratched another line on the blemish free thigh and pinched the underside of the other. That seemed to spur her into action. She was on her stomach in a flash, pushing her bottom up for him.

He spanked Summer’s bottom, peppering her cheeks with heavy smacks that kitten could almost feel. When he smacked Summer’s thighs, she started to protest and squirm away.

“Stay still or I’ll take the belt to the tops of your thighs.”

That straightened her up quick. Summer had her bottom back into position and he resumed covering the entire surface with spanks until it was red.

He stopped again, reaching for the vampire glove. Just knowing the tiny needles were going to pierce Summer’s skin made kitten squirm. What would it feel like on her already sore bottom? Would she be able to take it?

He gave a practice swat and Summer cried out.

“How many times, slut?”

“Until I bleed, Sir. Please.”

The need in Summer’s voice made kitten tremble. A fissure of fear mixed with the pleasure swirling in kitten’s belly, making her antsy.

He spanked her with the glove at the same speed he spanked her with his bare hand. Kitten watched, enraptured as the little needles created pricks that first reddened the already blushed skin. After the second pass, small red beads of blood rose on Summer’s skin.

Kitten placed a hand beneath her to scratch at her sore bottom, digging her fingernails into the welts. It sent a jolt straight to her clit as she imagined the sensations that Summer felt.

“Are you going to come, slut?”

Both women jumped at the question so engrossed were they in their individual worlds.

“Summer, I want you to come as I spank you. Kitten, you’re not allowed to come.”

They both groaned.

Kitten watched as he continued to spank Summer, drawing more blood and moans from her. Keeping her hand between her own thighs was hard when she couldn’t come, but it didn’t seem to make a difference as her cunt pulsed in time with each slap of Summer’s bottom.

“May I come, Sir? Please may I come?”

“Come slut.”

He spanked her through the orgasm. Kitten squeezed her thighs together, trying desperately to stave off her own orgasm as she watched the absolute pleasure wash over Summer. Kitten wanted to touch her, the marks on her skin and the wetness between her thighs.

“Did you come, kitten?”

He’d pulled Summer into his lap, holding her so her bruised bottom faced kitten.

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Come sit here beside us so I can snuggle you too.”

He patted the space near Summer’s feet and kitten scrambled over to him. It was nice, being close to them both as she snuggled in.

“My two beautiful girls.”

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We all know I’m a good girl

And in my life? 

Good girls always get a spanking 

(I’m trying to squirm away hence the tilt. That implement hurts like a bitch 

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She couldn’t help fretting the entire day about her scheduled meeting with Mr Davensport. It distracted her at every moment, nearly causing her to ruin the laundry during her morning cleaning and destroy the garden when she attempted to help pick vegetables. The Head Gardner had shooed her back inside with a stormy look. She apologized over and over, but the stern man simply told her not to return until her head was on straight. 

Clara forced herself to clean around the house as she couldn’t ruin much doing that particular task. 

 The door to the office stood ajar and after a quick peek inside, Clara deemed it safe to clean. If this was the closest she could be to him until later, then she’d take it. 

His scent permeated the space. Her lungs breathed in his spiciness and she let herself relaxing into the chore. She opened the drapes and pushed up the windows to bring in a little air. Clara hummed softly as she cleared the dust from his shelves, admiring the decorative covers of his tomes. When she reached the front of his desk, she straightened his papers being careful not to upset his work. 

There was a stubborn scuff that she knew would come out with a little more elbow grease. She bent over the expanse to buff the surface. Her body swayed and shifted in an unconscious invitation as she worked. 

Clara was startled by hands on her hips and a body pressing her into the desk. She glanced over her shoulder to find Mr Davensport gazing down at her with heat in his eyes. 

“Are you trying to tempt me, Clara?” His voice was gruff, his hands squeezing her hips. 

While some small part of her said she should sit up and put distance between them, Clara couldn’t fight the urge to remain positioned as he’d trapped her. She dropped the rag and planted her hands on the desk. 

“No, Mr Davens–” His growl stopped her. “No, Travis. I’d never dream of doing such a thing.” 

She felt the evidence of his arousal through their clothes. The hardness pressed into the flesh of her bum and set her body on fire. 

“But tempt me you do, Clara girl. I’ve been distracted all day with how I would finally spank your bottom.”

 Her moan bubbled up. She felt hot and desperate to shed her clothing. “Why wait?” 

“Because,” he breathed but didn’t go on. She felt his breath on her neck.  

His hand dropped to pull the hem of her dress up. Slowly, inch by inch, the air touched her skin sending a wave of goosebumps along her skin. When he had the fabric bunched above her hips so the rough texture of his slacks abraded her skin, she shuddered at the contact. 

“Because I will have you after I spank you, Clara.” He reached around to cup her between her thighs. “I will have you just like this, bent over my bed with your ass heated from my hand so I can feel it as I take you.” 

“Oh God,” she moaned as his fingers played in the wetness he found there. 

“I want to wait. Wait until later when there’s no distractions, no responsibilities, nothing to do except feel you on my lap.” 

Even as he said those words, he plucked at her button until her hips gyrated back against him. He seemed larger against her bare bottom, hotter as she swayed and wiggled. 

“But I will feel you come on my fingers now, sweet girl. I will have your scent on my hand for the rest of the day.”

He leaned over her, pressing her down as he played between her legs. Clara lost all sense as the surety of his fingers rushed her headlong into an orgasm. 

“Mr… Travis! I’m going to, I’m going to.” She gasped as her tummy coiled too tight. 

He kissed along her neck, breathing softly in hair. “Come for me, my girl. Let me feel you.”

She came with a muffled shriek, her hips gyrating hard against him as pleasure washed over her. So good, it held her and stole her breath. All the while he held her tight to him, his fingers buried deep. 

When it passed, she relaxed into the desk, loving the weight of him on top of her. 

He released her slowly, as though reluctant to do so. Her dress fell back to her ankles but she couldn’t find the energy to rise yet. 

“Tonight.” He placed another kiss on her neck before he departed the room as quietly as he entered. 

Clara sighed and lifted herself from the desk. Her anticipation rose and with it came a thread of anxiety. If she wasn’t careful, more of her feelings would get involved here and she’d be in trouble. 

“Don’t lose your head, Clara girl.” 

Too bad such pep talks never worked. 

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And all through the house 

Came the sound of flesh slapping 

Plus a woman wearing clamps just under her blouse 

Stockings were clipped to garters with care 

In hopes that they’d be next getting fucked on the stair 

Me with my welted bottom 

And Kayla next getting her slaps 

Were about to settle down for a ropes session with Sir Thwaps

When deep in the dungeon, there arose such a clatter 

I dashed down the steps to see what was the matter 

When what to my wonderous eyes should appear

But a sexy Santa in ass-less chaps and eight women dressed like deer (think only antlers) 

Okay… Okay… I give on this one. I was giggling too hard to finish it. Feel free to complete the timeless tale in the comments, but I call uncle on this one. You can spank me later.

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