His Madness

Like he promised, he spanked me forty times without an ounce of mercy. His every hit, more lethal than the last one. My asscheeks were burning lava by the time he got done with me. I had water leaking both from my eyes and my pussy. I moaned, whimpered, screamed as he spanked me over and over again without a pause.

"Forty," I sniffled as he hit me for the last time.

"You are forgetting something," he glided his palm over my ass.

"Thank you for spanking me," I gritted out.

"So you liked it, huh? You like it so much that it made you wet. Your juices are soaking into my trouser," he rasped, gently caressing my ass and I burned in shame. How can someone be aroused by pain was beyond me. But I oculdn't help it. Pleasure was tightly braided into pain as he spanked me. I must be losing my mind for feeling this way. He chuckled and gave my ass a gentle slap, jiggling them. I hissed as I was too sensitive and too sore for a simple touch.

Barely a moment passed when I heard a camera click