1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Scholgirl


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Mind Control, School, Spanking, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    But there's a zero tolerance policy for this sort of behavior.” He pulled up on my braid, yanking me to my feet. “I'm afraid you'll have to be spanked. Bend over my desk.” “Yes, Mr. Sullivan,” I meekly answered. Getting spanked sounded terribly exciting. I may have been a virgin a week ago, but that didn't stop me from watching far too much porn. Girls always seemed to enjoy getting spanked in the videos; I was fascinated to find out why, and so was my naughty pussy; another flood of juices leaked into my panties. I bent over, my skirt riding up to expose my pantied ass. He tutted his lips. “Your panties are soaking wet. Were you masturbating as well?” “I was, Mr. Sullivan.” “I'm afraid that will be another ten spankings,” he answered. “Pull your panties down to your knees.” A surge of shame passed excitingly through me as I reached back and pulled my panties down. The air was cool on my exposed ass. I moaned, shivering in pleasure as his finger ran the length of my vulva, sliding through my neatly trimmed, black bush. There was something so...helpless about the situation. I was vulnerable, at the mercy of this strong man. He could do whatever he wanted to me. Fuck, no wonder those girls seemed so excited in the pornos. Stinging pain flared upon my ass as the first spank landed. “Count,” he ordered.” “One, Mr. Sullivan,” I moaned. So helpless. My little pussy burned with lust. Smack! “Two, Mr. Sullivan.” His hand lingered, giving my butt a squeeze. The third slap landed on my ...
    left cheek. The pain left a warm, naughty feeling on my ass. Every spanking sent a stinging spike of pain through my butt-cheeks right to my pussy. The degradation, the shame, mixed together and was consumed in my womb, bringing me closer and closer to boiling over. Every spank made me wetter, my voice growing louder and more hoarse as I was overcome by passion. “Eleven, Mr Sullivan!” I moaned. My ass was on fire, and I could only imagine how bright red it must look, blushing like the fair cheeks of an innocent schoolgirl. Slap! “Twelve, Mr. Sullivan!” Again his hand lingered, giving each cheek a tender, yet painful, squeeze, before his hand slid between my thighs and rubbed against my sopping pussy. He brushed my clit; I gasped as a tiny orgasm shivered through me, taking some of the pressure off the large cum boiling up inside me. “Umm, you have a spicy, tart flavor, Miss Rye.” I heard his lips smack “Very delicious.” “Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.” Crack! I winced; he spanked me harder, and the pain when straight to my pussy. “Thirteen, Mr. Sullivan!” “Such a naughty girl,” he purred. Smack! “Fourteen, Mr. Sullivan!” “Only a dirty girl would get so turned on by getting spanked!” Slap! “Fifteen, Mr. Sullivan!” My ass was agony, almost numbed from the pain, and it took me a moment to realize his hands were again caressing my burning flesh. I gasped; his finger shoved inside my pussy, sinking deep. Another small cum rocked through me. “Do I feel your pussy orgasming on my finger, ...
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