1. That Hated Edge!


    Date: 1/10/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    spankings, but even more I hated that deeply shameful feeling of having things shoved up my bum. We stared into each other’s eyes. My pussy twinged. Her eyes narrowed. My pussy twinged again. A shuddering sigh of resignation tumbled from my lips. I tip-toed over and laid myself across her naked thighs. Her skin felt warm. In an instant, her hand was on my bum and rubbing it. “Mmmm,” she purred, “that feels so lovely. Emma didn’t promise too much. Do you like spankings, little slut?” “I hate them,” I confessed. “Perfect. Beg me to spank you, then, and make it believable.” Her middle finger dove between my cleft, slid over my clenching pucker and made me whimper in shame. “Please,” I finally gasped out, “Caroline, please thrash my bum! Spank me until its red and swollen! Pretty please!” “As you’ve asked so nicely…” The first swat that hit my buttock with a crack and rocked my body forward. “Owww!” I complained, but already another spank with equal force fell on the other side. Swat after swat rained rhythmically down on my poor bum, stinging like hell and making it burn. “Please,” I whimpered while she kept on spanking, ten, twenty, thirty swats and she didn’t seemed inclined to stop. Then it happened. I felt the line of juice tear from my pussy and drip onto my calf. Tears shot from my eyes and I started to bawl, but Caroline kept thrashing without mercy. Her hand went slightly lower to target that soft, sensitive strip of skin where thigh met bum, and the swats became molten ...
    fire. My voice broke. More of my treacherous pussy’s honey dripped down onto my legs. “Fuck,” she exclaimed, panting hard, and finally stopped after what had felt like hours, “that was good.” My backside felt like it was on fire and swollen to at least twice its size. I sniffled on her lap then yelped in pure embarrassment when her hand ran through my folds and found me dripping. “Horny little thing,” she called me, smearing my sticky secretion over my bum, then pushed me off her lap and crossed the room. I was still drying my tears of shame when she came back with a blue, double-ended jelly cock wiggling in her hand. “Lie on the floor,” she instructed, “bum against the sofa, feet next to your head.” It was demeaning. I had no idea what she had planned, but lying there, folded completely over with my pussy and bum exposed to whatever she desired, spilled fresh waves of shame across my cheeks. She swung one leg over me and sat down on the sofa, then gripped my hips and pulled me up until my bum was slightly higher than the cushion. “Grip the frame of the sofa,” she growled impatiently, “so you don’t slip down!” My hands had barely found a hold when she plunged the rubber thing inside my twat as far as it would go. God, I hurt deliciously! I moaned, and she withdrew and hammered it back inside again. The heat welled up wonderfully between my thighs. “Yes!” I gasped. She pulled it out and held it up against the light. My nectar coated it and clung in milky droplets to its tip. I ...
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