1. dawn...etc3


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Lesbian Sex, Author: Bumfuzzled2, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    gripped her hands closed so tight she could feel the nails did into her flesh. “One last chance…” Willow leant over and murmured in Faith’s ear. Faith was so close to breaking, it was only the belief that giving into the witch would be even more humiliating than being spanked that stopped her begging for mercy. But she was so near that she could trust herself to open her voice, at best anything she said would come out as a dull croak, at worst she would start to plead at Willow. Instead she shook her head and waited. Willow paused for just long enough for Faith to start to believe the witch was bluffing. Then she brought down the hairbrush. There was an explosion, of pain and noise, as the plastic slammed into Faith’s ass. Her buttocks were tight, but such was f***e they still trembled. Faith gritted her teeth and remained silent. “Count them out,” ordered Will. “No,” coughed Faith, she couldn’t control her body, but she could still control her mouth. “Okay then,” Willow didn’t seem put out by the disobedient reply; indeed it sounded like she’d expected it. The redhead brought the brush down again, “Two.” It hurt as much as the first blow, a burning, bruising stream of agony. Faith clenched her fingers tighter. “Three,” sang Willow as she brought down the brush again. Still Faith kept quiet, but a tear f***ed itself from her eyelid. She knew why and it wasn’t the pain; she was a slayer - slayers laughed as their fingernails were torn out and flaming torches were thrust under ...
    their feet. It was the humiliation, she was being spanked and spanked hard; that was bad enough - she might have been able to cope if it was Buffy or a big bad like Drusilla or Darla. But to beaten by Willow Rosenberg, Sunnydale geek and minor witch, that was an embarrassment to far. “Four, five,” Willow brought down the brush twice in a successions so quick the two bangs merged almost merged into one thunderclap. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” there was no rhythm, Willow seemed to bring down the brush at a random time and aimed anywhere on Faith’s bottom. The Slayer couldn’t see her ass, but she imagined the perfectly toned and tight buttocks were starting to show their punishment, all red, brown and blue. Faith’s tear dropped from her eye, rolled down her cheek and onto the floor. Another one formed in it’s place. “Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine,” the blows drove Faith into the chest and she arched as her pussy slid over the smooth cold wood and metal; it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. “Fifty, fifty one, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four,” Willow said as she slapped the hairbrush down. The gunshot sound echoed round the room. Faith knew she couldn’t stand it much longer, but she also knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Except… “Ninety five,” sang Willow merrily, “Ninety six, ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred.” Faith burst into tears. Not just a trickle either, but a full explosive flood, accompanied by a loud bawl. ...
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