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“Your backside is perfect. It’s rounded, just so, just enough to sink my teeth into.”

My pussy creamed from his words.

“You’re going to spank me?” I asked, moving my head to one side trying to see what he was doing behind me.

“You will learn your lesson, and then maybe you will not go running away from me again,” he said.

He began kneading my ass cheeks. I wasn’t sure if this was his intention, or if my naked bottom was just too irresistible for him not to grab first before commencing the spanking session. I thought I even heard him lowly murmur with a groan of pleasure—but this too I could have been imagining, until his thoughts once again re-entered my mind.

There was no question in my mind now…he wanted me, and I was beginning to realize I wanted him too.

From the corner of my eye, I watched him raise his arm up before swinging it down on my backside. At first, the impact of his palm slapping against my sensitive skin felt like a sharp sting—which quickly dulled before dissipating altogether. He drew his hand up again and brought it back down, undoubtedly reddening the area of plump skin on my rear. My clit jumped erratically and my juices coated my insides.

“Oh God,” I moaned, as he cupped my backside, rubbing it softly. “Again, please.”

There was a magnitude of sexual tension hanging in the air above us. I knew I wasn’t imagining it, and with my ass in the air, exposed and being handled, I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

I was confused, feeling diluted emotions—mainly because I was experiencing more pleasure than pain. After the second lashing, I felt the warmth of aroused wetness between my legs. An all too familiar tingle of desire began to spread from my sex, then everywhere.

I lifted myself up slightly, pushing my bare backside up higher in the air and wiggling it in front of him, taunting him.

“You want more pleasure?” His fingers skirted dangerous against my pussy lips.

“Yes,” I whispered, hungry for him after a surging impulse.

Every little dirty thought he had in his brain projected onto me in waves, making me crave him, encouraging me to keep this frisky little game between us in motion.