Spanked (6 page)

I immediately heard him groan as if he was in pain followed by a sharp breath and a
“What the fuck!”
exclamation.

I quickly turned around, worried that something was wrong, only to see that he was staring at my butt intently, his face twisted in a convoluted look.

I glanced downwards and saw that his penis was now rising faster than the tide of an incoming ocean wave.

It’s working! I thought gleefully and turned back around to look forward, opening my pussy lips even wider.

I slightly rubbed on my clit with my other hand and his groaning only increased.

Who would have thought?

My ass up in the air, pussy wide open was doing the trick.

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a drawer opening and closing. I glanced back just in time to see a small wooden paddle, looked like a table tennis racket, about ready to land on my butt!

Oh! I thought and before I could even think about it, Michael spanked my butt cheeks lightly.

Holy shit! I thought as the sting went through my entire body.

But instead of feeling pain, I felt a slight tinge of pleasure. What the heck was going on with me? Pleasure from being spanked?

And before I could even tell him how good that was, THWACK! He spanked me again!

I squealed a little as the ecstasy now increased.

This was something even my girlfriends hadn’t confided in me.

The pleasures of spanking.

It wasn’t the spanking itself that was delightful, it was the after. The stinging sensation that remained on your butt and your entire body a few seconds after the spank.

He spanked me once more and I could now feel myself getting supermoist. I was turned on like I’d never been before and experiencing feelings I’d only heard whispered about, read about.

The urge to feel his manhood inside me was now increasing by the second.

I felt the clatter of the paddle hit the floor and I looked back to see his manhood now up and erect, almost about ready to take out the kitchen counter it seemed!

That only served to make me crave him even more.

My butt cheeks by now were stinging and the sensation driving me nuts.

Suddenly he leaned forward and put his tongue in me again and I could have sworn it felt like he was licking my insides, he was so deep.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fingers so tight, it felt like there was no blood flow. I swung my head backwards, my face toward the ceiling as he continued devouring me, his lips, his tongue wrecking a path of destruction down my womanhood area.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted him inside me and I wanted him now.

Just when I was about to scream, about to grab his big penis and shove it inside me, he suddenly straightened up and without further ado, plunged himself inside me.

I screamed then.

I couldn’t help myself.

The rising sexual tension that he’d evoked within me by tonguing and spanking the hell out of me, plus the pure pleasure of his manhood going in me, was more than I could take silently.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I yelled and grabbed at the walls in front of me as he pounded me and slammed his torso on my butt.

Up and down we went, like the rhythm of an ocean wave. With each stroke, it felt as if he was going deeper inside me.

I could hear him moan and groan as he grabbed my hips and pulled them toward him. I could feel a rising pressure in me which I’d never felt before and I couldn’t figure out what it was but it felt like there was a dam ready to bust inside me.

He began moaning louder and louder as he rode me faster. Each stroke hitting me harder and deeper than the one before it.

I pumped against him faster and faster not knowing what I was doing but just thinking that maybe doing so, I could get his entire manhood deep inside me.

A moment later, I felt the pressure within me increase to such a level that it felt as if something had exploded inside.

Before I could figure out what was happening, I heard somebody who sounded suspiciously like me, screaming their head off.

I felt my entire body tighten, my toes curl and my back arch. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was that I saw stars on that kitchen wall as my vagina tightened and fluids came running out of me.

Somewhere behind me, I could hear him groaning and screaming as his grip around my hips tightened.

He stopped pumping against me and I could feel his manhood throbbing inside me, fluids jetting like a river inside me.

After a brief moment, he slumped forward against me, panting loudly.

Too weak to even move myself, I lay spread eagled on the kitchen counter and for the first time in my life, enjoyed the company of a naked man lying on top of me.

I didn’t feel any regret, any remorse.

In fact, to my own surprise, I found myself craving for some more of him.

“That spanking thing drove me crazy,” I finally managed to utter.

He laughed, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

I nodded, “It was different,” I said not really wanting to divulge that I’d never been with a man before. And no, Jim didn’t count.

“Stick around,” he said. “I’ve got more where that came from.”

I smiled. Maybe me and this guy had something special going on. Who knew?

All my life, I’d been very cautious about letting a guy, any guy, breach the walls of protection I’d carefully set up.

But Michael, brick by freakin’ brick, was tearing those walls down.

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Other books by Kathleen R. Boston:

- Tied Up: Dominated Series (Book 2)