True Sex Stories: Spanking My Ass While Fucking So He Feels Every Wiggle

Jun 28, 2010 | Posted by SapioSlut in Sex Stories

True Sex Stories: Spanking My Ass While Fucking So He Feels Every WigglePain...pleasure...sometimes it's hard to tell the difference (and sometimes they're one and the same).

Today it was about pain more than pleasure.

He spanked me. Lots. I was terrified of my nipples being hurt: they were sensitive at the end of my period. I was scared of pain. But I needed it to cut though the emotions that had come up from the anniversary of my separation: brattiness from the buried anger towards my ex.

Today I needed my tears and my anger and my sex to be taken from me. I needed to resist and be angry. I find it so hard to be angry; it is the antithesis of who I am.

Like with last week's catharsis play, while the sex was hot and it made me wet and he made me come with body-stiffening orgasms, it wasn't just about the sex. So when is sex not about sex? I still struggle to understand.

We had been watching porn. Very kinky porn. He was inspired and I was… wanting.

OK. But he had that cane in his hand. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I was terrified of going in cold, but I felt relieved when he began by warming me up with a spanking. Then he picked up the cane and my brat roared. I can't remember how long we wrestled, but I managed to get hold of it and throw it out of reach.

Spanking me made him hard. Really hard. He made me suck him while he continued to spank me so my yelps vibrated against his cock. Then he decided to fuck me. I was already wet, but I didn't realise how tender my cervix was. I saw the glee cross his face when he realised that such a simple thing as pushing his cock deep into me was going to make me wriggle and writhe and make those noises he loves.

He used his long limbs to immobilise me, and then he began to spank my ass hard while he fucked me, so he could feel every wiggle as I responded. But my brat was still alive and well, and she is the most wriggly little snake ever. She got me out of there and we tussled, and I had slaps raining down irregularly until he got me pinned again.

He watched my eyes as I looked back at him; the exchange with each blow was palpable. I was purposely holding back my reactions to see where it would go. He wound it up, slapping faster and harder until it was a continuous cadence.

My brat screamed at him and dug her nails into his shoulders as his fingers vise-gripped my nipples, until finally the pain went white. Finally I wasn't holding it. I cried rivers of tears. But it hadn't all come out.

"Do you still need that caning?"

"I think so."

"Onto your tummy. Now."

Even while I was doing that I was thinking I didn't know if I could go through with it. I felt that dichotomy of needing and hating, wanting and rejecting. I was doing anything I could not to do it. James was unstoppable. He ignored my bratting, my begging, my terror-filled eyes. He patiently repeated his request until I was in the right position.

The anticipation was the worst. He took his time, trying to make sure that I had stopped wiggling. "Just three," he said. He had no idea how powerful those words were. I didn't want one, much less three.

Bam, he got one in. I spun myself around as the first sting bit, and cried as the second wave of pain came through. The pain was intense but not overwhelming. He held me and comforted me until my sobs subsided, and then somehow I was lying down again begging for him not to do another.

This one whistled through the air until impact. I think the sound made me wriggle, and the cane caught me on the back of my thigh. Mutherfucking OUCH! I spun and leapt halfway across the bed with my ass on fire.

There was something that broke then. My tears were different. He held me again; he was there with me in the moment. We cuddled until the craziness washed away.

I got ready to massage him, and as I did a bizarre thought went through my head.

"We're not done. We didn't do the three. It isn't complete."

Oh jeezus. This time laying myself down was easier. I wanted to be there. I was wondering what sort of fucked-up chica I am for asking for this third one, but yep, here we were. He lined it up beautifully and WHACK. I stayed right there and just felt it. Ahhhh. Done now. Happy. Cuddles and pokes were good.

Tomorrow will be a very interesting review of bruises!

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