My Pussy Gets A Spanking
My pussy can take a lot, whether it’s nice big dicks or a hard spanking. I can take whatever you give me then beg for more. There is one thing that I can’t take too much of though: pussy spanking. That hurts like a bitch! I don’t know why I let my date do it. Well actually I do know; it was fun and it hurt but I was so horny that I didn’t care. Now my pussy is tender and it aches whenever I move. It all started last night when I tried to play hard to get with Steven.
We were making out on his couch when he put his hand between my legs. He rubbed me through my jeans and I clamped my legs shut. I said playfully “Hey mister you’ve still got a bit of foreplay to do before you get there.” He looked at me and smirked then said “Oh really?” I nodded and he grabbed the waistband of my jeans. He pressed down on me with his arms as he undid the button and yanked the zipper down. He stopped and looked at me, waiting to see if I was okay with what he was doing. I love a man that takes charge so I pushed my hips up.
He pulled my jeans off and threw them on the floor.
He pushed my legs apart and got between them. I laid back and felt the arm of the couch dig into my shoulder blades. I was starting to get wet and he rubbed his thumb over the damp patch on my panties. He pressed down harder and moved his thumb in a circle. I pushed against him and he told me that it seems like I didn’t need any more foreplay. He took my panties off and slid a finger over my lips. My pussy was wet, tight and throbbing. I wanted him to do a lot more than touch me.
He kept moving his finger over me as he told me I was a little slut for liking it rough and that I shouldn’t have closed my legs to him. He took his finger away and raised his hand. Then he brought it down quickly and it landed on my pussy with a sharp smack. I wasn’t expecting a spanking at all. It hurt like hell and I jumped away from him and I cried out in pain. I closed my legs and rubbed my pussy with my fingers, trying to soothe the pain. He grabbed me around my hips and pulled me closer to him. Then he roughly shoved my legs apart and pinned me down.
He raised his hand and brought it down again and again on my pussy.
It stung and tears filled my eyes. I tried to catch my breath as he gave me a minute to rest. He slipped a finger inside my pussy and stroked me. When I had calmed down he took his finger out and gave me another swat. He repeated the pattern: smacking my pussy then soothing the pain by gently stroking me. He knew just how to make me wet and I could feel the juices dripping down me. I don’t know how long he kept going for but he finally stopped when I was breathless and had tears running down my face.
He took my knee and held it against the back of the sofa as he came closer to me. He lined himself up and shoved into my pussy in one thrust. My lips were swollen and tender and I cried out as he pushed past them. He fucked me hard and fast as I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. It felt good but painful so I clenched my pussy muscles tightly around him to end it faster. He gave a few more thrusts then came.
I laid back breathless and exhausted as he pulled out of me.
I slowly got off the couch and put my clothes back on. My pussy burned and throbbed as my panties rubbed against it but I kind of liked it. I couldn’t stop myself from undoing my jeans and fingering myself under my coat as the taxi took me home.
