CHAPTER SIX — STEPHANIE
He walks over to my dresser and picks up a hairbrush.
"Oh, fuck."
"Stay right where you are," he says. "You're already in a great position."
He walks over to me and lifts my ankles in the air. I'm lying on my back on the bed.
"On," he says, looking at the toy. "Now it's up to you how long this lasts."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to spank you until you orgasm, Stephanie," he says. "And I'm not going to go easy. Turn it on when you want."
"Oh, God."
I look at him. He has a crazed look in his eyes.
I turn on the toy, and he starts spanking me. He's lifting my ankles in the air and rapidly spanking my cheeks. It's an embarrassing position to be in, and he's looking right at me.
He's hitting me with a good amount of strength, nothing crazy, but the hairbrush is hard. It doesn't take long before my ass starts to burn.
"That hurts," I say.
"Well, you know how to end it."
"Fuck."
I try to focus on the pleasure, but the pain is distracting.
"How does it feel getting punished like this, Stephanie?" he asks. "Embarrassing, isn't it?"
I nod.
"I'll give you the chance right now to switch to a different position."
I think about it. On one hand, I feel an orgasm building; on the other, I hate this position. I nod.
"Good choice," he says.
He sits on the edge of my bed with his feet on the floor. He grabs me and pulls me down over one of his thighs, facing away from him, so my upper body is on the bed and my toes graze the floor. My pelvis is pressed against his knee, and my ass is right there in his lap.
He turns on the toy and presses it against my clit. I feel a tremor in my body. Oh, God. He lifts my skirt — not that it makes a big difference — and starts spanking me.
"Such a naughty little girl, Stephanie," he says. "And you're getting off on being punished, aren't you?"
He stops spanking me for a second and thrusts two fingers into me.
"You're so wet," he says.
He starts spanking me again and presses the toy harder. I start to wiggle, and he wraps one of his legs over mine.
"Take your punishment," he says. "And remember, it's up to you when it ends."
He moves the toy around a bit, and it feels good. I feel myself moving towards him instinctively.
"Such a greedy little slut," he says.
He starts spanking me harder, and as the pain mounts, so does my pleasure.
"Tell me when you're about to come, Stephanie," he says.
"I'm about to come," I pant.
He spanks me hard one last time as an orgasm explodes through my body.
He yanks down my thong — my black thong, not that it was giving me much protection anyway — and pulls the toy away.
"Again," he says.
My body is so sensitive, but he presses it hard against me, and I feel myself trembling. He's still spanking me, and the pain is distracting, but not enough.
"Such a good little slut," he says. "You're going to be so sore tomorrow. Every time you sit down, you're going to think about this: being over my knee and coming again and again."
Warmth spreads, and my cunt clenches.
"Finger yourself," he says.
Once more, I sink two fingers into my cunt and begin moving them.
"Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm wet."
"Now taste yourself."
Oh God. Redness spreads across my face.
"Suck on those fingers, Stephanie," he says.
I suck on my fingers.
"Finger-fuck your mouth. I want you gagging."
Oh God. This is somehow so humiliating.
He presses the toy harder and turns it up again. He stops spanking me and spits on my ass.
"I think one of your holes needs a bit of attention here," he says.
He sticks his thumb in, and I clench.
"Oh, something a lot bigger is going to be going there soon," he says, and my entire body flushes.
He moves the vibrator around while he slowly works his thumb in and out.
"I can't wait to fill up this little hole with cum," he says.
That tips me over, and pleasure erupts through my body.
"Such a good little slut," he says. "You're so fucking hot when you come."
"On your knees," he says.
I get on my knees, and he pulls out his cock. He turns on the vibrator and hands it to me.
"I want you to come while my cock's down your throat," he says.
Oh, God.
"Look at me," he says.
He begins moving. I open my mouth wide while he feeds me his cock. I'm struck again by how big it is, how thick it is.
He grabs my hair roughly and starts face-fucking me. He's not gentle, which is probably the point. He's not trying to make this easy on me.
"Take it all," he says. "I want you gagging."
After a few seconds, my mouth starts to ache. I press the toy against me.
"Play with your nipples," he says.
I do as he says and feel the pleasure start to rise. I'm sensitive, though, almost raw.
"How does my cock feel sliding in and out of your throat?" he asks.
He knows I can't answer, which makes it more humiliating.
"It's so satisfying, seeing that bratty little mouth of yours suddenly shut up with my cock in it," he says.
He starts thrusting more violently, and I gag more.
"Better come quick," he says.
I focus on the sensations.
"Look at me," he says. "I want to see it in your eyes when you come with my cock down your throat."
My cunt starts to clench, and I feel my body start to tremble.
"I love seeing you like this," he says.
That pushes me over the edge, and I feel myself lose control. My back arches, and my entire body tenses. He continues throat-fucking me, even as the orgasm rolls through my body and dissipates.
"Turn it off," he says.
He continues for another thirty seconds or so, then pulls out. I look at him questioningly.
"Not yet," he says. "I'm saving that for a special hole of yours."
Oh my God, the butterflies in my stomach get stronger.
"You know what's next, Stephanie," he says. "Now bend over the bed and spread yourself for me."