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“Do you really think that arguing is going to help your case?”
“Or it may mean you spank me harder, and longer.”
“And which of those two options do you think will happen?”
“Can’t we just have sex instead? You could always do me in the arse.”
“You don’t think that’s going to happen anyway?”
“You’re just procr-ass-tinating; I’m going to fetch the hairbrush.”
“Oh, there’s really no need, your hair looks wonderful my love.”
“It’s time the smart-arse got a smarting arse.”
“The spanking I can take, but do I have to put up with the terrible puns?”
“Can’t I keep them on, it’s very cold.”
“You won’t be worried about that in a minute.”
“But, you’re using the brush, surely I can keep them on?”
“If you don’t take them down, I’ll fetch the cane.”
“Better; in fact you can give me that belt you’re wearing too.”
“Stop making such a fuss, we’ve only just started.”
“You could’ve started with your hand instead.”
“I’ve spanked you so many times now that my hand is no longer effective. This brush, on the other hand, gets right to the heart of the matter.”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, nooo, stop, please.”
“There’s only a few marks, let’s give your thighs a go too.”
“Nooooooo, no, no, no, no, no…Oh god that hurts.”
“That’s better. You know how I like a uniform colour.”
“I didn’t think you were in to uniforms. Ow, ow, oh fuck, since when did you learn to hit so hard.”
“Stop kicking your legs or the cane’s coming out of the cupboard.”
“Please no, the marks have only just gone from the last time you caned me.”
“You can have 20 more with the hairbrush, 10 on each cheek.”
“Alternate? Please do me that for me.”
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…thanks love, you certainly know how to endear yourself to me don’t you.”
“Yep, and these last 10 are coming quicker.”
“Owowowowowowowowowow…you bloody sadist!”
“What was that? Oh God it’s cold. I can’t believe you hid lube under the cushion.”
“Relax hon, we’re going to be stretching this tight hole of yours.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re brought the large plug.”
“Just relax, it’s going in and it will hurt more if you resist.”
“All this because I forgot to pick up your dry cleaning?”
“You knew you were getting a spanking long before that, you just made sure you got it nice and hard by inconveniencing me. Are you trying to tell me you didn’t do that on purpose?”
“OW…please take it easy, it stings, please don’t push so hard. Let me relax a bit.”
“Oh dear, maybe I should pop it out and try again, really get you used to the girth?”
“No, please, it hurt enough the first time.”
“You know, I think I will. You know how I like to do a job properly.”
“Aghh, nooo, ohh fuck, not again, oww, I hate you.”
“No you don’t, but for that, I think a couple more times should get that hole of yours nice and ready for me later.”

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I squirmed in my chair, he stood behind me to speak. I shook my head, intentionally bashful.
"I think you're about due for one."
I could feel the warmth between my legs, the wetness, increase. If I leaned forward a little bit I'd get the first pulse of pleasure, he knew that, he put his hand on my shoulder and kept my back against the chair.
"I wasn't bad." I say, but this time I don't have to suppress the smile to play along. He really would give it to me a little harder or a firm slap if I don't take it somewhat seriously. It's the routine. Ever since I found a website called something like 'fondly and firmly' and he found it in the history and read it.
"It'll keep you honest." I pout a little and that isn't just to egg him on. It does hurt. "C'mon, get up. Do you want the hand?"
I nod, the belt is for special occasions when he thinks there's really something to be learned. I get up and stand like a schoolgirl while he sits down. I pretend like I don't see the bulge in his pants just like I'll pretend I don't feel it against my stomach when I bend over. There's ritual to that too, and so it starts.
I unbutton my jeans and push them down to my knees. I bend over his lap and I wiggle around a little, bringing my feet up off the ground and sort of balancing there. I stare at the berber carpet and I can feel his hand on my thigh. He likes his part, I can feel how much he likes it, he pulls down my panties, tugging, until they're just at the tops of my thighs. I tingle, I even wince once when I think the first one is coming.
So he waits until I've relaxed a little, the first one is firmer than the next. A well placed slap at the bottom of my ass where my legs start angled up to get the maximum effect on my pussy. I feel it there, I'm wetter than I'd like to admit, and it feels good but leaves me aching. It's teasing, the thrusting of sex without the pleasure of penetration. The next one is the same way and it hurts twice as much. He grunts with effort and I know if I could see his face his teeth would be set together and he'd be looking down at the back of my head and then back to his business.
With the next slap I'm the one that grunts, groans, I won't stop until after he does. He works his way up each cheek and I feel the tears come into my eyes. I start crying after the tenth or so stroke, I lose count quickly. My ass must already be red. He pauses, breathing heavier and shifting in the chair in such a way as to grind his hardon into me. The next one that comes signals the next notch up, harder and faster, he doesn't try to conceal his effort at all now and I know it'll leave some bruises.
"Stoooop." Usually after a spanking like this I vow never to break down again but I always do. He says he has to spank me until I understand that he's the one in control. Each time I think I can take it but I never can. I think I start blubbering at that point. I see tears fall to the carpet below my face. I struggle and he grabs me between my legs to keep me in place. He takes advantage even of my spread legs to land a hard one right on my lips, my labia, and I let out such a breathless scream that it's just a whimper.
My face burns hot, wet, and he stops. He strokes my burning skin and gives me a minute to gather myself. He helps me up, into his lap, bunched up so my aching butt touches as little as possible.
"You're going to be feeling that one tomorrow. I'll be surprised if you can sit."
I don't say anything, maybe it was an attempt at humor. He clicks his tongue and puts his arms around me. I close my eyes and cry for a bit longer and press my face against his neck. I feel his hand rub my back, lower and lower. I want it but I'm still in pain. He turns my face up to kiss me, tears and all. He kisses me again, then with the third one I feel two of his fingers press down my crack, seeking my asshole, finding it and pushing deep in. His fingers are hot but not at all lubricated. I groan at this, I start squirming again but he holds me still.
I know he wouldn't but I stop playing hard-to-get anyway. I relax, he licks my ear.
He loves patronizing me sometimes. I play along with it. He picks me up and puts me down on the floor, face on the carpet and ass in the air. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down letting his cock brush my thigh as he arranges me, pushing one knee up more and pushing on my back so I'll submit just a little more. He rubs his cock on my clit and down, one hand on my ass like if it wasn't there I might forget and wander off. It feels so good that I gasp but he's just getting his cock slick for the main attraction. I push back, grinding, and he takes advantage of that to enter me, hard, up the ass.
"Mmmm... You like that, don't you?"
My first gasplike groan is an answer. It feels so intrusive, so huge, for a second I'm overcome. He reaches up and pulls my arms down towards my knees. He likes to hold onto my wrists, I think, as part of his fantasy. I find some of his flesh there, his hand maybe, and I dig my nails in to make him grunt and pull away. He's so filling, so deep, balls teasing my lips as he thrusts. I'm sweaty all over, slick, he smacks my ass and I reach up to cover it, I turn my face to the side and somehow he finds a way to stick his fingers in my mouth.
I suck on them, I feel the pleasure sort of find itself and grow. It's like someone catching a fingerhold on a rockwall and then climbing ever the faster towards the top. I block out everything, maybe I closed my eyes but I can't remember anything but pressing my lips hard against his fingers and thrusting backwards towards him, taking him deeper. This is one of the good ones, when every single muscle in my body seems to take it's cue and light up, screaming, even the rug burns growing on my knees feel good. The hand that he's placed in my hair while I wasn't paying attention pulls my head back. He jams his fingers into my mouth, against my tongue, and I suck.
But it's not over until he's done. He draws it out by going slow, I know he's looking down and watching his cock go in and out. He holds it, lovingly, and aims. All the way in, all the way out. I can feel the beginnings of his climax trickle, tickle down to my pussy. That's when he really lays in, I find myself trying to hold onto the floor. I concentrate on his gasps as he pounds, sighs and he plunges as deeply as he can to cum, and finally just exhausted breathing as he falls back on his knees.
He lays down there on the floor and I turn over to him, laying beside him, aching in a million different ways. My jeans are still on one leg, bunched up with my undies. My shirt was pushed up at some point and I didn't notice, breasts sticking out below my bra. I don't bother to rearrange myself. I slip a hand down between my legs and I rub my clit, pressing my legs together, enjoying the afterglow until the pain from the spanking sinks in again. I ignore the sting for now and he nuzzles my hair.
i was getting a hardon reading this it was a very good story im into spankings
This had great build and tension with a satisfying climax for both the characters and your readers. It had the perfect blend of dominance and tenderness. That spanking turned rough anal sex was HOT.
Well written and exactly my kink, so five stars! I will read this one again.
it was really hot! sent it to my guy friend and suggested i needed to be punished.
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I have Darling Adams on my blog today with an excerpt from her new book Loose Morals . Have you read it yet? It's super hot! Let's see what she has in store for us today, take it away Ms. Adams!

Thank you, Casey for
having me today. I know we’re both in the fan camp for anal
punishment, so I thought I’d send over the scene of Sasha’s harsh
anal punishment. Charlie, the dominant vampire who had fallen in love
with Sasha, just found out she is the same woman who betrayed him
years ago. In this scene, they are finding their way back to each
other through a heavy dose of dominance.

She shivered,
excitement and fear mingling in anticipation.

He rolled her to her
belly. “ Bring
your knees up under yourself.”

“Did I say you
could
use your hands?”

His cold, imperial
tone made butterflies flutter inside her. She lowered her head and
torso back to the carpet, dropping her arms beside her.

“Reach back and
hold your cheeks open.”

She sucked in her
breath, realizing his intention. Reluctantly, she reached back,
taking one buttcheek in each hand and pulling them apart to expose
her most private of places to him.

She heard a zipper
and waited, tensed for his intrusion.

He rubbed the head
of cock over her pussy and she relaxed, relieved. But as soon as he’d
dipped inside her slick channel, he withdrew and pushed against her
back entrance, using her juices as the only lubricant.

Her anus contracted.
“You’re too big,” she whined. “It won’t fit.”

He wrapped an arm
under her waist and moved her hips forward and began to spank her
with sharp, swift slaps. She let go of her cheeks and squeaked,
trying to catch herself with her arms. There was no need. Charlie
held her easily suspended as he warmed every inch of her backside
until her pussy dripped from his dominance and her ass flamed.

He dipped his
fingers into her pussy and wiped them on her anus, working a digit
into her hole before she’d realized what he meant to do.

She gasped, the
sensation more pleasing than she believed
it should be.

He lowered her
torso. “On your forearms.”

She assumed the
position and waited, a rivulet of sweat trickling down her breast.

He removed his
finger and brought the head of his cock to her back hole once more.
The pressure stretched her and she whimpered.

Charlie reached a
hand around and flicked Sasha’s clit. “Open for me.”

Her obedience, even
in the face of his coldness, cracked the armor he’d put up, his
mistrust of her fading each time she humbled herself to him. Cruel
though it was, he was testing her, using sex as punishment, his cock
in her ass as dominance, his fangs in her vein as authority.

There she knelt, her
ass in the air for him, reddened by his hand, her spirit fearful, but
willing.

He circled her clit
and she relaxed, arching toward him. He pressed his cock against her
anus with more insistence, even when she drew a hissing breath.

She held perfectly
still and he continued his pressure forward, easing into her hot,
tight tunnel. He gripped her hips and pulled them back, impaling his
cock into her ass, then easing her back and repeating the slow
movement.

Sasha moaned, a
noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.

She looked over her
shoulder, confused as she reached one wrist behind her, leaning on
the three points of her shins and one forearm.

He gripped the
wrist. “Now the other.”

Her eyes widened as
she realized what he wanted. She had to rely on his hold on her
captured wrist in order to lift her weight off the other arm. She
leaned into it tentatively, lifting her arm reaching it back with a
look of slight panic. He held both wrists in one hand, her torso
suspended over the floor. If he let go, she would fall on her face.
With his other hand, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. In
this position of complete dominance no part of her could
resist him without paying a steep price.

Sasha mewled, but
the scent of her arousal had grown so strong it filled the room. She
wanted this as much as he needed it. He pumped in and out of her,
fucking her ass as both punishment and penance, knowing this was the
path back to all that had been good between them.

When
Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man
on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a
supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal
demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her
until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know
how to even begin.

Charlie
sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the
curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before.
He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out
humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them
both hungry for satisfaction.

Emotionally
detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly
with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha,
believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers
she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his
world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to
heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as
he did so many years ago?

Publishers
Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage
and erotic sex scenes.

Darling
Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males,
Dominance, submission and power exchanges.

She
also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.
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