1. Rules Are Made To Be Broken


    Date: 12/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Elochai644, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    learn your lesson” His last words echoed in her ear, and she found herself holding her breath as the following silence permeated the room. Her world was the couch in front of her, the warmth of his knees against her crotch, the sound of his breathing. Like a calm before the storm, her senses felt heightened, and even the feel of her tight dress against her skin felt constricting, confining. Suddenly, it happened. *WHACK* She heard it before she felt it. The abrupt, sharp crack echoed in her ears, her eyes widening in surprise. Seconds after, the sensation struck her like a bolt of lightning. She could feel the exact imprint of his palm against her rapidly-reddening ass cheek, complete with the ring on his ring finger. Her body stiffened and her back arched as the stinging pain rocketed through her, quickly being replaced with a near-burning sensation. His palm lifted from her skin, and the burning intensified. She let out her first cry at this stage, her mouth opening wide unbidden, and a plaintive yelp escaped her lips. Almost immediately, she began to ramble. “Yellow light! Yellow light yellow light”. Again, all pretense was dropped, and his lips were back behind her head. “What is it, kitten?” The stern edge was gone, replaced instead with a caring, concerned tone. She laughed. “Take off your damn ring, you big goof!” He paused, and looked down at his hand. Laughing, he removed the ring and leaned back in, planting a kiss on the back of her neck. “Sorry kiddo, gone ...
    now. Shall we?” She nodded again, almost eager this time. He straightened, and again fell into his sullen persona that he enjoyed ever so much. “Now, where were we?” Again, he let his words hang in the air as he admired her round, toned behind, the way it met the curve of her long legs. He enjoyed the sight of her pale skin, one cheek turning a dark shade of pink in the shape of his hand. He had to suppress a chuckle when he saw a patch of deeper red around the ring finger - clearly, his ring had done some damage. He raised his hand again, waiting for her breathing to settle. Her back rose and fell, quickly at first, but soon settling into short, shallow, even breaths. Seeing his chance, he struck again. *WHACK* Her body rose and fell, her face pressing hard into the couch. All the same, he could hear her muffled scream, and reveled in the way it drew out, ending in a moan. From the way her back arched and her hips wiggled, he knew that she was enjoying this.The notion made him smile, though he reminded himself that this was not for her pleasure. He leaned in close and growled at her. “Each time you feel my palm strike your ass, you’re going to tell me what you did to deserve it. Loud and clear. If I can’t hear you, or if you don’t make sense, you’re going to get five more. Do you understand?”. The desperate nod and the tinge of fear in her “yes, sir” made him smile wickedly, and his cock throbbed in response, pressed tight against her stomach, only a few layers of clothing ...
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