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I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh. “Nooo….,” AUTHOR'S NOTE - Thank you so much for giving a try to my first story. Hope you enjoy reading this story of Ella & Ved. English is not my native language so that, if you can past over some of the grammatical mistakes then I'm sure, you won't be dissatisfied with this story. It's just a first small step towards my writing journey, hoping that you all give your supports and love to my story. Warning⚠️ This story does contain mature contents like kink sex, spanking and dirty talks. If you don't like this or can't see past of it, then read on your own ris

"Pick a story, Kat, because your mouth and your pussy are telling two different ones and I believe the wetter one." He slaps my ass. The crack rings through the room and the sting races to my clit. A moan comes out of me that's so loud and so desperate it doesn't sound like my voice. "There it is," Milo says, spanking me again. Harder. "Every time I hit her she clenches. This little prude likes getting spanked while she's full of cock." He spanks again. The sting is sharper and the heat that spreads from it goes straight between my legs. "Tell me you like it."

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

I yelled shamelessly with my eyes tightly shut as suddenly he pulled his fingers out, cutting my pleasure off. "Turn to the wall and place your hands on it" He said coldly as I obliged turning to the wall and placed my hands on it as I raised my butt up a little knowing the exact position he wanted to fuck me in "Good, You're such a Slut!" He said spanking my bum hard. I don't know what is giving me the mind to have sex with Edde knowing that I have only had sex once and it will definitely be painful this second time. ©Pop Precious

“Tell me what a lying slut you are.” “I’m a slut!” she screamed, the bed shuddering with their motion. “A lying slut who tricked you just to get your cock in my ass!” “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming down to smack her ass again, the sting mingling with the internal burn. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The sounds were obscene—the slap of skin, his grunts, her choked cries. The whiskey bottle on the desk rattled.

He starts to push his d**k inside her butt hole, Mabel winced in pain. "Grey, it hurts" she complained and he spanked her which made her cry out in pain. "Do not say anything or you'll get spanked" he warned and continued to push himself with force even though she was tight. Slowly, he starts to move inside her until it was wide. He spread her legs and moved faster inside her at the same time spanking her. She cried, groaned and moaned. In just a few minutes she had gotten over the pain and enjoyed herself. They continued to have sex until they were both out if strength.

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”

He replaces the flogger with the vibrator, jolting me back to reality. I immediately come close to release again and my legs shake violently, but he removes the vibrator and spanks me three times in a row with the flogger. Fuck! No. I want an orgasm. “Master, please.” I emit a frantic plead. “Will you disobey your Master again, Alice?” As he asks, I immediately shake my head. “Verbal response, Alice.” He directly hit my throbbing bud, and my whole body shakes as I climax, screaming. I find it incredulous that the spanking caused me to orgasm.

All I saw was hesitation. Anger and sexual desire are strong, overpowering forces. They are both forms of passion. When a couple engages in ravenous, unbridled sex because they are angry or enraged, it's the best thing. It tops love making for many reasons. It serves as a make-up tool when words can't be exchanged, to avoid saying hurtful things. It is the only exception to riling up your partner and giving him or her a good spanking – with consent, of course – without the fear of abuse. We both may not be able to walk the next day, but it's worth it.