Male spanking: Stinging passion

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It had become a regular routine for him at this point, his work was stressful, sometimes consuming even his private life, but he always made time for this! Each weekend he would book an appointment with her, savouring the walk to where she worked, feeling his depravity sink deeper with each step he took down into her dungeon. When he finally came face-to-face with her, it was always such an intense feeling, as if his chest was about to burst.

Seeing him enter the room, her innocent look left her face, only leaving the smug, confident woman who had taken control of him so many times before. Already understanding his position, yet still completely helpless against her advances, he could only stare as she came closer, a sadistic giggle passing her lips. Her hands made quick work of his clothes, undoing his buttons with ease, tearing away anything that gave her resistance, forcefully stripping him down to his boxers.

“Now… let’s take you in private and see if you’re as much of a wimp down here too~”

He watches her hips shake with each step as he’s led deeper into her domain, suddenly only the two of them were in the room together. As if unwrapping a present, she grabs the hem of his boxers and tears down the front, ripping them from his body and leaving them in tatters on the floor. His cock now painfully strains in the open air, throbbing just in front of her face as she stays knelt for a moment.

“Well at least you have something going for you~”

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Her top slowly gets pulled over her head, making her hair look wild and untamed as she reaches behind her and unclips her bra. The sight of her toned body was one thing, but as her bra fell to the floor, a sly smirk across her face, he felt a surge of precum dribble down his dick. Her tits were firm and perky, bouncing as she turned around, running her fingers around the hem of her skirt before bending at the waist, giving him an eyeful of her ass as she dropped it to the floor. The stare he caught in the hallway was nothing compared to this, despite how toned she was, her ass held a plump, yet firm shape, something that his hand could easily sink into.

All that was left were her panties, a tight black thong that covered her crotch. As she straightened herself back out, running her hands down her body as she turned back to face him, the words that dripped seductively from her lips filled his mind.

“I’m going to make you squeal like the little loser you are~”

Her words were like a threat, something so deep-rooted to be wrong in his mind that he simply couldn’t accept that he’d somehow be brought to something so low. Despite his hesitations, those thoughts weren’t given much room to develop, as the sudden sound of the fabric of her panties being ripped from her skin grabbed his attention. She discarded the torn garment to one side, before giving him the first taste of her body. The warm, wet feeling of her pussy gliding across his cock was almost too much to bear, instantly sending a shiver of pleasure down his body.

She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of him quivering already, just from a simple touch of her body, he was lost to it already. Though there was a depraved thought still swimming in the man’s head, something he had been craving since the moment he truly felt helpless against her. Deciding it was time to confess his desires, he screws his eyes shut before speaking out.

“P-please! I’d like it if you… spanked me…”

There was an awkward silence at first, the woman toying with the idea as she watched him squirm in front of her, then a sadistic grin as she guided him over to the table.

“Bend over, don’t move.”

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Her tone was harsh and cruel, making him feel as though he had messed up, but with his desires still clouding his mind, he felt the first sting of many crack against his ass. In an instant he felt the flood of pent-up tensions released, not being able to hold himself back any more, he eagerly arched his back to give her a better position to spank him.

She had noticed the eagerness, letting out a giggle from the sight of him submitting so eagerly. Without any more hesitation as to whether he was into this, she let loose, a myriad of smacks across his ass, listening to the ecstasy in his voice as he moaned out for her.

“That’s good~ Squeal for me~!”

Her mocking tone only dug the sensation deeper into his skin, sending ripples of perverse pleasure across the man’s body. Before he knew it himself, he was made painfully aware of just how much he was enjoying this, a cold dribble of his precum splattering across his thigh, his half-hard cock had begun leaking so much that it was making a mess across his legs!

There wasn’t a single moment for him to recover, the sadistic woman behind him taking great pleasure in his pained whimpers, doing her best to elicit more from his lips as she relentlessly spanked his backside.

“F-fuck! Thank you~!”

He managed that much from his lips, crying out a pathetic gratitude to the woman punishing him, placing her red handprint across his cheeks more by the second. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, feeling a jolt of arousal sting across her chest, she felt herself give into it as much as him, letting loose on her own desires.

That’s when he felt her spankings change, it wasn’t just the motions, he could feel just how badly she wanted her broken, her swats becoming so powerful that he lurched forwards with each strike.

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He felt himself pushed down into the table with each spank, even the air had begun stinging his cheeks, the feeling of her palm had become like a fiery pain that he was readily addicted to. The pressure at the base of his cock was only growing, it almost felt as if he could let out his cum simply from this, her palm spanking his ass each second, it constantly pushed him closer.

Suddenly, he heard something from behind him, a sly giggle at first, but it quickly devolved into a maniacal laughter. She had well and truly sunk into her sadistic tendencies, savouring every second of his pain, she increased her pace, leaving him a quivering mess.

Ah~! Yes, more!”

His moans broke out and echoed in the room, almost drowned out by the constant assault on his cheeks, the woman smiling to herself as if lost in a trance. Finally, she saw the time, realizing how lost they had both gotten in their desires, and knew it was time to wind things down. Wanting to end things properly, she reels back and delivers a final strike across his cheeks, listening to his squealing at the sheer force of it, then admires the quivering, leaking mess left on her table, then gives him the order.

“Get up and get dressed, loser.”

Her curt words would have seemed silly if he could have seen her face, smiling to herself softly as she watched him scamper to recover his senses. It only took her a few seconds, but she was back to the fully-dressed and professional looking woman he was eyeing up at the entrance. Seeing he was still recovering, she simply sat down, occasionally peering up to take in the fruits of her work, still left panting on her table. After a few minutes of shamefully shivering under her gaze, he was finally able to collect himself, though was still considerably delirious.

He could barely contain his shivering arousal, his cock painfully hard after his session with her, still pent-up after throbbing so intensely. It takes him a few moments more to dress himself, not wanting to hide his pleasures away, but also because of his hands, still shaking from finally delving into his long-awaited fantasy.

When she peered up and saw him finally ready, she snapped her fingers to grab his attention from whatever fantasy he was lost in.

“Get out. I’m done using you for today~”

Cumming to an end

He couldn’t deny the feelings that had been brought to the surface so suddenly, even through the crushing of his spirit and trampling of his pride, the affection he held for her still was left shining brightly. At first he does what she says, taking a few steps toward the door, but stopping before getting half way. In a sudden burst of confidence, he turns around and walks back, dropping to his knees and crawling the last few feet before begging at her feet.

“Please, Mistress! I don’t care how long I have to beg, may I submit to you again?”

For a moment he could swear he saw a flutter of joy in her eyes, but she blinks it away, leaving the cold stare she normally holds for me.

“You’d better do a lot of begging, then I may consider it.”

It was like music to his ears, and despite her cold exterior, there was a sly grin hiding behind her frown.

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