Pussy spanks with Natashaโฆ
Are you surprised youโre losing count? You shouldnโt be. Sheโs most definitely not. That was, among other things, her goal.
โEight. That was eight. I know youโre enjoying this, I can feel you get more wet with each one, but try to use that smart little brain for me, hm?โ
A high pitched moan leaves you as her hand comes down on your bare cunt once again. Your legs are spread apart, ankles held by hers. Itโs normally a comfort to have Natashaโs strong body behind youโa warm and steady presenceโbut the way she has you trapped and unable to do anything but buck your hips up is almost infuriating.
She taps your clit with two fingers, a reminder.
โN-nineโฆโ you squeak out, eyes pinched shut. The pleasure pain is like a subtle throb, your clit puffy and your inner thighs and cunt red. She has her mouth next to your ear, and because of that, you can feel her lips curl into a smile.
โGood girl.โ Natasha brings her hand down again, and youโre expecting the slap to your sensitive clit, but then it doesnโt come. You peek an eye open, shifting your head to try to catch a glimpse of her face, and youโre thinking maybe sheโs done with her fun, and then the spank finally lands.
God, she loves how your back arches in surprise. She laughs lowly into your ear, biting on the lobe as she rubs her hands over the warmed skin of your inner thighs. Itโs slick there, as is the rest of your pussy.
โCount, malen'kiy zaychik,โ she murmurs, voice raspy and thoroughly amused. Youโher โlittle bunnyโโare shaking in her arms, biting your lip in a failed attempt to hold back those pretty moans. โIs your brain too broken from a few spanks? You really canโt do something as simple as counting?โ
โPl-pleaseโโ Youโve barely got the word out before another spank lands, your hips jumping up. If Natasha wasnโt holding your legs apart, they wouldโve shut closed, something sheโs aware of.
โTen and eleven,โ she supplies for you, โand if you try to close your legs one more time, you wonโt cum for a week.โ Her voice is firm, and you know sheโs serious. She delivers two spanks to your pussy in quick succession, overwhelming your senses.
Tears break from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. Her hand, the one previously used to help soothe your thighs or hold your waist, comes up and smears the salty tears across your flushed face.
โThatโs it, cry for me,โ she says, voice nearly a growl now. Itโs affecting her just as much as it is youโthe spanking. โSeven more and Iโll fuck you like the pretty slut you are. And you better keep counting, or Iโll edge you until youโre screaming.โ
You feel yourself clench around nothing at her words, imagining her strap drilling into you with no mercy. Of course, she doesnโt let you dwell on the thought, because she spanks your pussy again, her closed fingers hitting your clit with direct precision.
Natasha rubs your clit for what feels like only two seconds, then spanks.
โSeventeen. Pl-please, canโtโโ
Spank, this one on your inner left thigh, only her pinky brushing your pussy.
The final spank comes directly to your clit again, her hand lingering to feel the sensitive bud pulse in time with your quickened heartbeat.
โT-twentyโฆโ Youโre fully crying now, but not because of pain. Itโs relief now. Relief, because you know what youโll get for taking your punishment so well.
โOh, look at you,โ Natasha hums into your ear, rubbing your clit at a steady pace now, ankles spreading your legs even wider so you feel the cold air hit directly on your now overly sensitive pussy. โAre you ready, my love? You did so well, you deserve your reward now.โ
You nod desperately, hands gripping the sheets nearly hard enough to rip them. Natasha laughs again, cooing at you and enjoying the state sheโs got you in.
โSuch a good malen'kiy zaychik for me.โ
