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This wassonot fair.
Another spank, even harder than the last. A few more followed, each one landing in a new spot and reigniting the fire in the skin that had just begun to fade.
“Stop! I’ve had enough,” I cried out.
“Not even close,bambina.I’m going to spank this bare,defiantlittle ass bright red before I’m through with you. You’ve more than earned it,” he replied.
And I could tell he meant it.
My body burned with a mix of shame and pleasure, and each time his palm connected with my ass, the scalding sting grew more and more intense. He spanked from the tops of my cheeks to the middles of my thighs, which burned more than anything. I struggled and whined over his knee, but he didn’t let up.
Soon enough, I was beginning to panic. Maybe he really meant what he said. Maybe he truly meant to punish me and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Maybe I shouldn’t have provoked him after all.
“Massimo!” I whined.
“Bad girl,” he growled, and his hand peppered my ass even harder. Before I knew it, my entire ass was on fire, my eyes were beginning to water, and there was no end to the spanking in sight.
He was in control.
I wasn’t.
And that was making my pussy sopping wet and his cock as hard as a rock beneath me. The more I struggled, the wetter I got and the harder he was underneath my belly.
Oh, God.
How long was this going to last? How much was my ass going to burn by the time this was over?
My ass bounced under his firm hand, the stinging pain searing through me, and the shameful pleasure of being so helpless, so vulnerable, so very much under his control was too much to bear.
I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
I wasn’t supposed to want this.
I wasn’t supposed to be this girl who was getting spanked by a man twice her age who wasn’t even her father.
I blinked, my eyes watering more than before, and I suddenly worried that he was going to make me cry, that that was what he meant by truly punishing me.
I pressed my right hand back, trying to block his hard hand from smacking my ass again, but that only resulted in him pinning it behind my back before he lit into me once more.
“Ow, ow, ow!” I cried.
“Your bare bottom is a very nice shade of pink right now, little one, but I think it can handle a bit more, don’t you?”
“No!” I wailed.
He just spanked me harder. I was sore and sorry and ashamed I was wet, and I wanted nothing more than to roll back time, take back everything I’d said and done to provoke him just so my ass wouldn’t hurt this much. The spanking went on and on and on, and soon enough, my resolve was fading and the pain was growing too intense for me to even attempt to ignore.
He spanked harder and faster, and the sound of his hand cracking against my bare skin was almost deafening. It echoed throughout the room and I briefly worried that the next-door neighbors could hear me getting a spanking. That made everything worse, including the state of my own arousal.
The longer it lasted, the more I tried to stop tears from starting to leak out of the corners of my eyes. I sniffled, trying to blink them away, but it was no use.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll go with you!” I wailed, a last Hail Mary to try to save myself from getting spanked any longer or much harder, but it didn’t work. I don’t know why I expected it to.
“Good. Then we’re finally getting somewhere,” he growled.
He spanked my thighs exclusively for several long moments before he finally stopped. I sniffed back tears, proud of myself for taking such a hard spanking and not crying for at least the moment, but also knowing that he’d taken me right to the edge. If he decided to spank me any more after this, there was no doubt in my mind that I would end up sobbing over his knee.