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The Wages of Sin Part 6: The End and a Beginning
Date: 10/20/2015, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
She had now cast her eyes down, as if in shame. “It would serve me right if you were to take me over your lap and spank me,” she said in a low, humble voice. “And, then, you know, anything else that you feel is appropriate because of what we did. Anything. I deserve it” She emphasized that last “anything”. Was she saying what I think she was saying? I pulled her up onto my lap, held her, and kissed her as I ran my hand up under the t-shirt she was wearing, clutching her ass cheek. I dug into her crack, found her rosebud, and pushed the tip of my finger against it. She kissed me harder, moaning into my mouth. I broke our kiss and released my grasp on her buttock. Holding her by the shoulders, I gave her my sternest voice. “Yes, what you and Erica did was wrong. You were a bad girl, and need to be punished.” I turned her slightly, then pushed her face down across my lap so that her head was to my left, her legs were to my right, my erection was poking into her tummy, and her behind was in a perfect position to be spanked. I slowly drew up the t-shirt that was covering it, like opening a gift on Christmas morning. The low light from the lamp on the nightstand cast a shadow that seemed to emphasize the beautiful curve of her cheeks and upper thighs. I ran my hand softly over her shape, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin; the curve of her buttocks. Her legs were together. I quickly gave a sharp slap to her lower curve. “Spread your legs,” I instructed, softly but firmly. ... “When you are being punished, you will always be accessible. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she responded, as she opened herself in compliance. I slipped my fingers down to her opening, and found her hot and wet. I suddenly pushed two fingers into her opening, and she gasped. I pulled them out, coated in her juices, and ran them over her ass. She moaned, rocking her hips against my hard-on. I pushed them back in, came back out with more honey, and smeared it up and down her crack. She groaned, and pushed back against the intruding fingers. WHAP! I delivered the first blow of her spanking across the lower right quadrant of her right cheek. WHAP! Another strike, this time on her left. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I alternated back and forth; first the right side, then the left. Before each she raised her backside in anticipation, in response to each she thrust her hips down onto my hardness. Her bum was now a darkening shade of red. Her pussy was flowing so copiously that the sheet beneath her was soaked; the room full of her arousal aroma. I paused, inspecting my handiwork, feeling the heat radiating off her tender flanks as I ran the palm of my hand over each side. I reached down to explore her sex again, sliding my finger up and down her slit before seeking out her clit. I took the nub between my thumb and forefinger and gently pinched it, causing her to jump reflexively. I slapped her ass. “Hold still,” I quietly admonished, then resumed my ...