Pussy spanks with NatashaâŠ
Are you surprised youâre losing count? You shouldnât be. Sheâs most definitely not. That was, among other things, her goal.
âEight. That was eight. I know youâre enjoying this, I can feel you get more wet with each one, but try to use that smart little brain for me, hm?â
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. Itâs normally a comfort to have Natashaâs strong body behind youâa warm and steady presenceâbut 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.
âN-nineâŠâ 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.
âGood girl.â Natasha brings her hand down again, and youâre expecting the slap to your sensitive clit, but then it doesnât come. You peek an eye open, shifting your head to try to catch a glimpse of her face, and youâre thinking maybe sheâs 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. Itâs slick there, as is the rest of your pussy.
âCount, malen'kiy zaychik,â she murmurs, voice raspy and thoroughly amused. Youâher âlittle bunnyââare shaking in her arms, biting your lip in a failed attempt to hold back those pretty moans. âIs your brain too broken from a few spanks? You really canât do something as simple as counting?â
âPl-pleaseââ Youâve barely got the word out before another spank lands, your hips jumping up. If Natasha wasnât holding your legs apart, they wouldâve shut closed, something sheâs aware of.
âTen and eleven,â she supplies for you, âand if you try to close your legs one more time, you wonât cum for a week.â Her voice is firm, and you know sheâs 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.
âThatâs it, cry for me,â she says, voice nearly a growl now. Itâs affecting her just as much as it is youâthe spanking. âSeven more and Iâll fuck you like the pretty slut you are. And you better keep counting, or Iâll edge you until youâre screaming.â
You feel yourself clench around nothing at her words, imagining her strap drilling into you with no mercy. Of course, she doesnât 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.
âSeventeen. Pl-please, canâtââ
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.
âT-twentyâŠâ Youâre fully crying now, but not because of pain. Itâs relief now. Relief, because you know what youâll get for taking your punishment so well.
âOh, look at you,â 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. âAre you ready, my love? You did so well, you deserve your reward now.â
You nod desperately, hands gripping the sheets nearly hard enough to rip them. Natasha laughs again, cooing at you and enjoying the state sheâs got you in.
âSuch a good malen'kiy zaychik for me.â
