He grabbed the crotch of my panties and yanked downward, ripping the crotch right out of them. He flung the flap that was left up above my waist. I was screaming and begging him to stop.
I felt the first blow on the right cheek of my ass. It startled me. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. I went back to cursing and yelling when it dawned on me that I was in the midst of my first spanking. It hurt!
He struck me evenly on both cheeks of my ass and he seemed to really enjoy slapping my ass. He seemed to be timeing each blow carefully. This time he swatted me right at the bottom of my ass cheeks and dead center while my legs were spread. He actually spanked my cunt. I wailed at that one.
He just kept up the spanking. Every now and then he’d hit the center mark and give my pussy another swat or two.
The spanking hurt like hell, but I began to feel something else. I had a knot in my belly. Oh, no! That couldn’t be. This couldn’t be exciting me. I felt degraded, humiliated, and my ass was on fire. Still, my body was responding as if he was sexually teasing me, not a spanking. As the spanking continued, I gradually began to accept the situation and the desire in my cunt took over my entire consciousness, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to be fucked right then. I wanted to tell him to quit spanking me and just fuck me, but I couldn’t seem to move my lips to form coherent speech. All I was capable of now was grunts and groans.
Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I knew this was meant to be punishment, but I had to be fucked. I screamed and begged for him to fuck me. He told me no, I wasn’t deserving. I kept begging, eventually he must have felt sorry for me a bit and he started fingering my pussy until I came.
Then he made me service him. This was how my submissiveness began.
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