1. A Patron of the Arts, Part One - Quinn


    Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    the cushion” I barked. She quickly complied. The difference in the height between the sofa back and her height in those heels caused her ass to jut up and out, just as I suspected it would. I stood behind her, taking in the sight of her perfectly formed butt cheeks, slightly reddened from the hasty spanks I had just administered; while her hairless slit peeked out from between as she held her legs tight together. I lightly ran my palm over those wonderful fleshy mounds, and she shivered. I dipped my finger just ever so slightly into her feminine crease and slowly stroked up, then down, and she squirmed. “Hold still,” I instructed, and repeated the action. She still squirmed a bit, and this time spread her legs. My finger-tip came away wet. As I started to draw my belt from its loops, she heard and looked back. “Eyes front!” I sternly said. Her head snapped back around as she focused on the empty seats out in the audience section. Taking a step back and to the left, I leaned to her ear and whispered, “This is going to hurt.” I’m not sure what she thought I was about to do, but whatever it was, she spread her legs a little further apart and stuck her ass a little higher. When I raised my belt and then brought it down, hard, across her ass, she jumped up and yelled, “What the hell!?” “Bend back over the sofa or go home,” I said evenly. She just stared at me, rubbing her butt. “Look,” I said, “you can either bend back over and we can finish this, or you can put your dress back ...
    on and go home. Your choice.” She thought a bit, then turned and bent back over, her legs back together. I guess she originally thought that I was going to just take her, not continue the spanking. I looked at the angry red welt that I had just left, and ran my hand over it. “Spread your legs again,” I commanded in a soft, low voice; and she did. I went back to my position and laid another lash across her backside. She grunted in pain, but held her position. I put down eight more in rapid succession, creating a lattice-work of welts interspersed with pale, white, untouched spots that covered her tender flesh. Stopping, I again ran my hand over her punished backside, feeling the heat rising as she trembled. She moaned. Remembering that her pussy had been wet when I started, I dipped a digit in between her lips again; and this time it came back even wetter than the first. Her labia had begun to plump, a sign to me that they were becoming engorged from excitement of a sexual nature. I stepped back, and lay down another ten hard strokes. There was no longer any white showing. Her ass was now an even shade of flaming crimson from the crease of the tops of her thighs to the top of her crack. Quinn was breathing hard and whimpering; but she remained bent over, her legs still spread. Juices were now oozing out of her slit at a rapid rate, puddling on the floor between her feet. Her inner cunt-lips were now visibly protruding. I lay the belt on the arm of the sofa. I guess she assumed ...
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