cheek.
“Do you want a safe word?” Manolo asked.
“We don’t use safe words here. When I get spanked, I get spanked for real. That’s why I’m here. I’m bad.”
Desire rampaged through the mind and body of Manolo Garza as he stood naked with paddle in hand, watching the equally naked girl kneel, as if she was about to be fucked in the ass. He legs were wide, so he could see both the pussy that had tasted so wonderful just a short time before, and her asshole, which begged to be penetrated. These delights, however, would be ignored in favor of his true purpose.
“You are a temptress. You are evil. You are a serpent beneath the disguise of a beautiful woman. You have caused me to fall into sin, and you will be going to hell. Don’t worry though. I’ll be down there with you some day. Satan is a friend of mine. We met once in a dream.”
Esmeralda yelped so loudly when the first strike came against the right side of her ass, she did not hear the rest of the words.
“I met him before that time. I met him in a tienta in Hermosillo.”
“Owwww!” was Esmeralda’s only answer.
Again the paddle struck home, this time on the opposite side of Esmeralda’s bare ass, and again she yelped, jerking her body on her hands and knees.
“Give me the pillow to bite,” she said in baited breath. “I’m going to start to scream otherwise.”
With his free hand, Manolo offered the pillow to her and she took it eagerly, biting down. Her cries would be muffled, but that was acceptable.
“Bad girl.”
Five more times he struck. With each point of contact, she sucked in her breath and made a hissing sound rather than a scream of anguish. The pillow trick worked well.
“You’re going to be starting to bruise soon. Well, this may get you a night or two off of work, so I should make you thank me for this!”
“Thank you, sir,” Esmeralda gasped out as she released her death grip on the pillow. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he ordered, stroking her twice more, which brought out yells. “Bite the pillow. You’re going to be a lot more bruised when I’m done with you. This is punishment.”
Esmeralda bit the pillow again.
“What if I fucked you right now?” he asked. “I bet if I got you pregnant you would take me to court and sue me, wouldn’t you? You’re an evil girl waiting to trap me!”
“I can’t get pregnant right now,” Esmeralda answered from her precarious position. “I’m on the birth control pills.”
Manolo slapped her hard again, and since she had no time to bite the pillow, she screamed.
“Ieoowwwwwwwww.”
“That’s a sin, too. What kind of a good Catholic girl are you!”
“I left the church,” she panted out. “I stopped believing in all of that stuff they said. I’m a bad girl, and if I am going to the devil, I am going to go for a reason. If hell even exists!”
“Bad girl,” he reiterated, paddling all the harder. “Bad girl.”
Esmeralda started to cry real tears as she bit back into the pillow, accepting everything given to her.
“You have been bad!”
Esmeralda should have believed in God, as a great thing had happened. With the ability of a centaur, Manolo was stiff once again, and placing the paddle next to her, he sank himself into the waiting cave between his partner’s legs. She lifted her head and gave a moan, both out of pleasure and pain as his body pressed against her burning buttocks.
“Ohhhhhh…”
Savagely, he started to thrust, making her groan all the more.
“Og! Aw! Igg! Og! Oooooooo!”
She rocked her bottom half in timing to his penetrations, receiving them with gusto. The noises she made grew louder. It was not long before both were ready to come again.
“Do me! Oooooo! Do me!”
“You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this,” he said flatly as he withdrew from her, causing her to give out a loud cry of displeasure. “You’re being punished.”
“Noooo,” she wailed as she reached the brink of orgasm again.
“Do you want a safe word?” Manolo asked.
“We don’t use safe words here. When I get spanked, I get spanked for real. That’s why I’m here. I’m bad.”
Desire rampaged through the mind and body of Manolo Garza as he stood naked with paddle in hand, watching the equally naked girl kneel, as if she was about to be fucked in the ass. He legs were wide, so he could see both the pussy that had tasted so wonderful just a short time before, and her asshole, which begged to be penetrated. These delights, however, would be ignored in favor of his true purpose.
“You are a temptress. You are evil. You are a serpent beneath the disguise of a beautiful woman. You have caused me to fall into sin, and you will be going to hell. Don’t worry though. I’ll be down there with you some day. Satan is a friend of mine. We met once in a dream.”
Esmeralda yelped so loudly when the first strike came against the right side of her ass, she did not hear the rest of the words.
“I met him before that time. I met him in a tienta in Hermosillo.”
“Owwww!” was Esmeralda’s only answer.
Again the paddle struck home, this time on the opposite side of Esmeralda’s bare ass, and again she yelped, jerking her body on her hands and knees.
“Give me the pillow to bite,” she said in baited breath. “I’m going to start to scream otherwise.”
With his free hand, Manolo offered the pillow to her and she took it eagerly, biting down. Her cries would be muffled, but that was acceptable.
“Bad girl.”
Five more times he struck. With each point of contact, she sucked in her breath and made a hissing sound rather than a scream of anguish. The pillow trick worked well.
“You’re going to be starting to bruise soon. Well, this may get you a night or two off of work, so I should make you thank me for this!”
“Thank you, sir,” Esmeralda gasped out as she released her death grip on the pillow. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he ordered, stroking her twice more, which brought out yells. “Bite the pillow. You’re going to be a lot more bruised when I’m done with you. This is punishment.”
Esmeralda bit the pillow again.
“What if I fucked you right now?” he asked. “I bet if I got you pregnant you would take me to court and sue me, wouldn’t you? You’re an evil girl waiting to trap me!”
“I can’t get pregnant right now,” Esmeralda answered from her precarious position. “I’m on the birth control pills.”
Manolo slapped her hard again, and since she had no time to bite the pillow, she screamed.
“Ieoowwwwwwwww.”
“That’s a sin, too. What kind of a good Catholic girl are you!”
“I left the church,” she panted out. “I stopped believing in all of that stuff they said. I’m a bad girl, and if I am going to the devil, I am going to go for a reason. If hell even exists!”
“Bad girl,” he reiterated, paddling all the harder. “Bad girl.”
Esmeralda started to cry real tears as she bit back into the pillow, accepting everything given to her.
“You have been bad!”
Esmeralda should have believed in God, as a great thing had happened. With the ability of a centaur, Manolo was stiff once again, and placing the paddle next to her, he sank himself into the waiting cave between his partner’s legs. She lifted her head and gave a moan, both out of pleasure and pain as his body pressed against her burning buttocks.
“Ohhhhhh…”
Savagely, he started to thrust, making her groan all the more.
“Og! Aw! Igg! Og! Oooooooo!”
She rocked her bottom half in timing to his penetrations, receiving them with gusto. The noises she made grew louder. It was not long before both were ready to come again.
“Do me! Oooooo! Do me!”
“You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this,” he said flatly as he withdrew from her, causing her to give out a loud cry of displeasure. “You’re being punished.”
“Noooo,” she wailed as she reached the brink of orgasm again.
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