She looked up at him as tears welled in her eyes, and he was looking down at her. Still, he didn’t stop, and she was kind of glad for it. He continued to shove his dick into her throat and after a few repetitions, she was almost able to swallow his entire dick without making a sound. Eventually, he loosened the grip he had on her hair and let her control how much of him she had in her mouth, since she was able to get most of it before he had to thrust forward a bit to get the rest of it down her throat.
she wondered for awhile if Mr. Harrison was going to cum in her mouth, as he fucked it for quite awhile. But after a bit, he pulled out. His dick was rock hard and glistening with her saliva. she admired it for a bit before looking up at him. He was watching her stare at his dick, and smiled when she looked up. “You did a good job, baby,” he said. she grinned, glad for the praise. He bent down, helping her to her feet, and kissed her once she was standing. “You’re still getting a spanking, though.”
Her lip trembled a bit as she looked up at him. “I understand, Daddy,” she whispered. He spanked her ass lightly.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” he said, his voice adopting the same cold, ordering tone as it had before. she bit her lip, unsure if she should apologise, and he kissed her hard. “Get on your bed,” he ordered, pulling away from her and putting a pillow further down. she knew it was to be placed under her hips to raise her round ass in the air. She looked up at Mr. Harrison nervously. She had expected him to take her over his lap and spank her like he had before. Something about being on his lap gave a sense of intimacy, that they were still close and that he couldn’t do anything to really hurt her. Plus, she loved the feel of his dick beneath her, twitching as he spanked and rubbed her ass and felt her pussy.
“What exactly are you waiting for?” Mr. Harrison asked as she hesitated in moving.
“Nothing, Daddy,” she said softly, glancing away from him as she stepped towards the bed. she awkwardly pulled herself on the bed, hardly able to do it without the use of her hands, and Mr. Harrison helped her lie on the pillow. He adjusted a pillow under her and she turned her head so she could see him.
He walked across her room and picked up the thing he had put on her desk earlier. she gasped as she realised what it was, and the second she saw it, she knew she should have expected it. Mr. Harrison was holding a thick black paddle. From where she was lying, it looked as long as her arm. There were flat silver studs along the edges, and it looked like it was covered in leather. It was, simply put, menacing, and while the sight of it made her shake, it also made her clit throb. she let out a low, nervous groan as Mr. Harrison started to walk across the room towards her.
“I saw this when I was running errands,” he said. “I didn’t think I would need to buy it because I was sure you weren’t that naughty of a girl, Jennifer.” He was next to her bed and he lightly dragged the paddle against her ass, over the roundness and against her crack. she shivered, still craning her neck to look at him. There was a drop of precum on the tip of his dick and she knew he was going to enjoy this. Which, to her, he meant that things were okay between them. And the way her clit was throbbing each time he passed the paddle over her ass, she knew she was going to enjoy it too.
He took the paddle away from her skin and lay it gently next to her on the bed. Immediately, he brought his hand down on her ass three times, hard and fast. she let out a soft yelp, and he did it once more. “Quiet,” he ordered. “I don’t want to hear a single noise from you, understand?”
“Yes, D-Daddy,” she stuttered. she had no idea how she was going to keep herself from making noise once he started to use the paddle, but she was damn determined to try. After all, what else could she do?
He lightly slapped her ass again, not hard enough for her to feel any pain except a slight sting where he had already spanked her. He then began to rub the area, soothing it. she let out a breath, so soft it couldn’t even be considered a sigh, as his fingers began to trail between her legs. she wasn’t dripping wet yet, but there was a bit of moisture collected along her slit, and Mr. Harrison gently dipped his fingers in it.
“You’re enjoying this too much, I think,” He said, pulling his hand away. jennifer bit her lip, tensing in anticipation, expecting him to bring his hand down on her ass again. Instead, he brought his fingers to her lips, pushing them into her mouth. “Can you still taste them?” he asked.
she looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Her cheeks flushed at his question and though she opened her mouth slightly, she wasn’t sure what to say. Mr. Harrison didn’t have much patience that night, though, and when she didn’t answer, he brought his hand down on her ass harder than he had ever done it before. “she asked you a question, Jennifer,” he said.
Her face was burning and she was sure she was about to cry, so she shook her head. Mr. Harrison plunged his hands between her legs again and shoved two fingers inside her roughly. she caught herself before she could cry out, her breathing just quickening as he pulled them away. He wrapped his other hand in her hair and pulled her head back, bringing his fingers to her mouth again. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said. “I told you this would be easy if you were a good girl.” He paused as he shoved his fingers into her mouth, and she focused on the taste of herself on his fingers. It wasn’t the first time she had tasted herself, and she knew that the saltiness lying beneath the taste of her juices wasn’t usually there. Tears sprung up in her eyes as Mr. Harrison leaned over her, his face just inches away from her as he pulled his fingers from her mouth. “You get a second chance because I’m feeling nice,” he said softly. “Now, can you still taste them?”
She took a deep, shaking breath, and looked down. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice so soft that she was sure he couldn’t have heard it and was going to spank her again. she slammed her eyes shut, wincing, waiting for him to bring his hand or maybe even the paddle down on her, but he didn’t. He let go of her hair and brought the hand to her cheek, cupping her face gently. she opened her eyes, slightly confused, just in time to see him bring his face to her. He kissed her hard for just a moment before pulling away.
“You fucked two boys,” he said. “Right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered quickly.
“You came just once?”
she hesitated. “Yes, with them,” she said. Mr. Harrison raised his eyebrows. “I did with Stella, too,” she explained softly.
“I don’t care about that,” he said. “You could cum a million times with Stella and I don’t give a fuck. That’s fine.” He paused. “Did you suck either of their dicks?” she shook her head, and he nodded. “And, obviously, they both came?” she nodded, and he kissed her lightly.
“That’s going to be five smacks with this,” he declared, standing up and picking up the paddle. she twisted her body, looking up at him, wanting to ask why but knowing she couldn’t. Mr. Harrison looked at her with a cold stare. “One for each boy you fucked, one for each time they came, and one for when you came.”
She bit her lip, knowing that there was no way to argue with him, and returned to lying on her stomach. He dragged the thick paddle against her and it sent chills directly up her spine. “It’s for your own good, baby,” he said. she felt the paddle move away from her skin and tensed just as Mr. Harrison brought it down on her ass.
It was like nothing she’ve ever felt before. she buried her face in the pillow, and she have no idea how she didn’t scream. The stinging sensation she felt when Mr. Harrison spanked her was intensified by about fifty times. she can’t think of any words that could describe the kind of pain it was. It stung, it didn’t fade, and her pussy was instantly soaking. It was as though someone had been teasing her and teasing her for hours on end without ever getting near her pussy. The change in her arousal was so instantaneous, she almost moaned. She bit her lip and managed to keep quiet, however.
When he brought the paddle down again, the tears that had been building up spilled down her cheeks and she had to take a deep breath to keep from screaming. Her breathing was shaky, and she slammed her eyes shut, trying to think of anything she could that would take her focus off the stinging. That “anything” ended up being the throbbing in her cunt and the wetness that wasn’t just dripping from her pussy, but was coating the inside of her thighs. she wanted nothing more than to have a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. she couldn’t believe that this was turning her on so much, but the thought went straight out of her head when Mr. Harrison brought the paddle down a third time. On that time, she made a small noise in the back of her throat, halfway between a choke and a squeal. she bit down on her lip to keep it from being heard that she almost broke the skin. She squirherd helplessly on the bed, trying to soothe the stinging, burning sensation on her skin on one hand, and trying to get soher sort of friction on her clit on the other. Mr. Harrison brought the paddle down almost immediately after the previous one and she had to remind herself to breathe.
Her pussy was dripping. she was sure there was a pool of her juices on the pillow beneath her, and she was sure that Mr. Harrison could see the glistening wetness between her legs. she gasped for breath, wanting nothing more than to just be fucked. The throbbing of her clit was almost painful, and she was sure it would have been actually painful if she wasn’t already feeling pain from being spanked. Her nipples were hard against the bed and her body was so heightened that she think she could have cum if Mr. Harrison had spanked her right away.
He didn’t, though. she thought he was just waiting, but he didn’t do it. she twisted a bit on the bed, tears streaming down her face, waiting for him to do it again, but the paddle was no where near her. It took a little bit, but the stinging subsided just enough for her to wonder why. she turned her head and looked up at Mr. Harrison. He was staring at her ass, but when she moved, he looked at her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, looking almost horrified. The paddle was still in his hand, but it was by his side. “Jennifer… I didn’t… that wasn’t too far, was it?”
“No, Daddy,” she gasped. It hurt like hell, that was true, but she was so wet that the second he untied her hands, she would be on his dick so fast that he wouldn’t even know what was happening. She had no reasoning behind why she wanted more. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but she was so turned on by it that she couldn’t imagine it being too much.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby…” he said.
“Daddy…” she said softly. “You still have one more.”
He looked at her for a long moment, as if he didn’t know what to do. All she knew is that he had said five, and five is what she deserved. “I was really bad, Daddy, remember?” she said, biting her lips. “I wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t punish her.” He considered it for a moment, looking at her, and must have decided that he trusted her, because he lifted the paddle.
“You don’t have to be quiet on this one,” he told her. she closed her eyes as he began to bring it down. It came down on her ass and she took what he said seriously. she can’t even describe the sound she made when he spanked her the final time. It was a scream, a shriek, a moan… all she know it was that it ended in a sob and that’s when Mr. Harrison dropped the paddle to the floor. It made a loud bang, but she didn’t even notice. His hand was on her ass, the feel of his skin almost cool against the burn she was feeling, soothing her. “I’m sorry baby,” he gasped. “Gosh, you should have said… I won’t ever do that again…” His hands were so close to her pussy, but at the same time, he wouldn’t move them between her leg. Her pussy was throbbing so much and she couldn’t take it anymore.
“FUCK!” she yelled, interrupting his apologies. she twisted away from his hands, though it was more that he jerked his hands away from her. she just couldn’t take it — she need something, and she needed it immediately.
“What’s wrong?” he gasped. “Did I…”
There were tears on her face from the spanking, but she really started to cry as she tried to turn towards him. “D-Daddy,” she sobbed. “I want you to fuck me. NOW!” All she could think about was her throbbing clit. she needed to be touched, something, anything — she needed it so bad that it almost hurt more than being spanked by the thick paddle. she let out a low moan, twisting on the bed, trying to find some way to get some friction between her legs.
Mr. Harrison didn’t wait. He moved onto the bed and put his hands on her hips, twisting her back onto her stomach, and lifting her hips up so she was on her knees. “Fuck me, please, please Daddy!” she moaned as he moved her. Her breasts were pressing against the bed, her head turned to the side as she couldn’t hold herself up. Her hands were still tied behind her back.