She was over my knees pretty close to naked. Her ass was bare and she lost her bra somewhere but she still had her shirt on. I had her hair in my hand and I kept tugging her head back to uncomfortable angles.
I was pissed. I was horny. I was excited. I was spanking her with my bare hand and enjoying every minute. She kept reaching for my cock even though I had told her not to. I think she was prompting me to tie her hands, but it had become a contest of wills. I had told her no, and she kept trying.
So to discourage her I was smacking her ass harder. A good sensual spanking involves building up and pacing yourself. This was different. Here I was slapping her ass fast and hard, striking the same spot multiple times. It doesn’t matter how tough the bottom is or how weak the top is, spank the same red spot enough times and there will be tears.
I smacked her ass six or seven times till she yelped. I rested my hand on her butt and grabbed her ass. A low sexy moan escaped her mouth and I yanked her hair again. I waited and this time she kept her hands where they belonged. Very good.
I pulled my hand back to deliver another smack and the most beautiful thing happened. She clenched her ass cheeks and tried her very best to avoid my spank. She half rose from my lap and let out a terrified scream of anticipation. Her body was arching, her legs were trembling and her hips grinded against me in the sexual throes of escape. If I hadn’t hesitated to consider where I was striking her, her instinctual dodge would have been perfectly timed with the next hit.
It was the most beautiful spank I had never delivered.