1. Miss


    Date: 9/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: sprite, Rating: 28, Source: LushStories

    “Spank me.” I can hear my own voice quiver with an insatiable need as I whisper, breathless, my fingers curling into fists. I wince, my nails pressing into the palms of my hands so hard, leaving little red-pink crescents in my flesh. I know this, without looking. It’s not the first time the need in me has been so strong. Insatiable. That’s the word you love to tease me with. Your insatiable little fuck girl. I long to hear those words right now. I’m almost panting with desire, watching your face as you look up from your book, focusing on your eyes and the way one eyebrow lifts as you trap me in your gaze. “Demanding little slut.” I can’t help but moan at the way you draw out the last word, turning it into a soft hiss that ends suddenly, leaving each ragged breath of lust exposed. Helplessly, I wait like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to tear my gaze from your mouth nor able to quench the soft gasp of hope as I watch the tip of your tongue slide between your plump lips. “Unbutton your shirt.” I want to rip it off, sending buttons flying every which way. “Slowly,” you smile, stretching the word out as you sit back, clasping your hands behind your head comfortably. You want a show and I want, more than anything, not to disappoint. Swallowing, I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I fumble at the buttons one at a time, revealing my flat tummy first, working my way up until my shirt hangs open, revealing my bra. I don’t even need to look to know that my nipples are making ...
    tents in the soft pink lace. “Now. Ask again. This time, say please.” “Spank me. Please?” It’s all I can do to get the words out. The need is so strong that I’m trembling. I can feel the wetness soaking into my panties as your gaze travels over my chest, unconsciously licking your lips. You do your best to disguise the hunger, but I can sense it beneath your cool, in command, façade. “Is your pussy wet?” “Yes, Miss,” I manage, heat spreading through my cheeks at the admission and at the feral smile that follows. My heart skips a beat at the smile you flash me at the use of that particular word. “What are you?” “Your… insatiable little slut?” I croak out, hopefully. “Mmhm.” A murmur of agreement as you lean slightly forward, and fold your arms beneath your breasts with a pleased smile. “Take off your top.” Taking my time, wanting to please you, I push my collar aside, revealing my right shoulder and upper arm. Then the left, letting gravity do the rest. It slides slowly down my arms to the floor leaving me feeling vulnerable. It’s almost unbearable. Goosebumps freckle my flesh. I shiver uncontrollably despite how heated the air feels against my exposed flesh. “I want to see your tits, slut.” Pressing my lower lip between my teeth, I don’t bother to answer. I simply reach behind and unclasp my bra. Taking a deep breath, I am suddenly aware of the scent of my own cunt wafting from between my thighs. I can feel my panties clinging to my wet pussy. Shifting, I feel them slipping ...
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