HER P.O.V
I was resting at my boyfriend's place with a plan to spend the weekend at his place. The yellow was shining outside. The calm breeze was flowing with the chirping of the birds. It seemed as though the world was taking a day off from the bustling lifestyle.
Famished, I put my book aside, which I had read half, and stood up from his bed. Wth calm steps, I strode into the living room, nothing on my mind, when my eyes caught him, sitting on the couch, before a loud T.V program, scrolling through his phone.
Scrolling through his phone?
I had warned him against his habit of scrolling through the phone mindlessly. Those instagram reels are making people dumber by each day!
But he did not listen. I had caught him many times before, and let him loose without the consequences of disobeying me. Yet he remained a continued offender.
Furious, I sneaked upon him and snatched his phone from his hand, watching him quickly jolt up with a rude tone escaping his lips.
"What?" I raised my eyebrows, staring into his eyes, standing behind the couch.
"Give me my phone back!" In displeasure, he demanded, his eyebrows creased, his pupils out and his palm stretched at me.
My eyes quivered, I could not control that and strode back to the bedroom, my lips sealed.
"Please, give me my phone!" He followed after me until my feet halted by the foot of the bed and I turned around to clutch his collar in my right hand.
"What did I tell you?" I questioned and his lips, at first, sealed themselves shut, before they parted, along with his pupils dilation. I could tell he was thinking. He was realising what I meant.
"Everyday. I tell you the same thing, yet you forget." I threw the phone on the mattress, my tone, a grumpy note.
"I did – not." He stuttered, his eyes wandering away from me, urging my grip to tighten on his collar.
He noticed the crunch of my fingers on his neck and whispered, "I'm sorry." his head fell to the ground, his cheeks puffed up like an adorable puppy.
"Don't –" I released his collar and sat at the edge of the bed, a tingling sensation grumbling inside my stomach.
"Don't make that face —." I closed my eyes shut, and inhaled heavily, my fingers to my forehead, rubbing the effect of his charm.
Never, have I ever been able to stand his charm and endearing expressions.
I clenched my teeth, inhaled strong and laid a demand upon him. "On your knees!"
He quickly obliged but I did not look at him, or gave him a chance to weaken my core. I said, "you know you're making me think that you're doing this intentionally."
I looked at him and noticed a gentle smile residing on his face and his eyes up at the ceiling. He was amused.
I pursed my lips and inhaled heavily, "you are!"
"Okay." A low tone escaped my throat, "Then I'll give you what you so badly want."
I jerked my body back, and allowed enough space for my thighs. "Get up and bend over my thighs."
He did not hesitate and sluggishly stood up, looking at me continually as if he had been waiting for that. Yet he was bashful, his cheeks red and his eyes hesitant to contain the eye contact.
I liked that. Enough though I knew he was bold enough to tempt me to punish him, I liked knowing he was still shy of me.
He bent over my thighs, his breaths loud enough to reach my ears.
If he had been planning for this, why act so shy?
He clutched the bedsheet on my left, his left cheek pressing against the mattress and peeked at me from the corner of his eye, making me exhale warm and roll my eyes.
I rolled up my invisible sleeve, shook my head and grasped his ass-cheeks, squishy and soft, so full in my hands like a soft toy.
A smile curled my lips and I caressed his ass, gentle and calm, preparing him. More like, relishing his plump ass, until he was softly whimpering.
"You like that?" I questioned and he nodded, whimpering.
"What a dirty boy." A content smile escaped my lips and I raised my palm in the air.
His eyes instantly widened, and he whimpered as if I had already spanked him.
"You want this so badly, don't you?" I said and he nodded again, gazing at me with hungry eyes.
That's when I gave his ass the first spank and watched those bright eyes take a cover behind his eyelids and his lips create a noise full of pleasure and slight pain.
That moan warmed my heart, while the first spank warmed my palm, yet not like the second spank.
The second spank burned my palm, and his moans soaked my vagina, tempting me to spank him more.
"Wait!" I boomed, realising I was forgetting something, "we haven't decided how many spanks you deserve." And decided right at the moment, "thirty."
He bit his lips and nodded as I said. "Count."
I began spanking him afresh, strong and harsh, making sure he felt different pressures of my fingers.
"O-one." He stuttered.
"Ttwo!" He whined.
"Three!" He moaned.
"F-four!" He moaned louder.
I continued until my palm was red and his ass was twitching, his penis poking my thighs and ten spanks had hit his ass.
"What a dirty boy!" I paused a second before I spanked him harder, watching him stroke his cock against my thighs, "whore!" I said and continued until the count reached twenty.
By then his moans had turned louder and needier, his body and face writhing in pleasure.
I was going to take it further than thirty, for I knew to break that smug of a guy, it required more than thirty spanks.
And I was right, he was enjoying each spank like it was the first spank and he was wriggling his ass for more.
"Did you enjoy it?" I questioned, watching the delight ooze from his eyes and foam up from his heavy breaths.
"Y-es." He stuttered with a smile.
"But you didn't cum." I pouted. "I should spank you until you cum right?" He instantly nodded, unknown to what I had planned for him.
"Right." I uttered and began spanking his wriggling ass again and again, with strong force, without stopping, until he was moaning, "I'm going to cum!"
"Yeah?" I spanked and quickly slipped my free hand under his pants, grasping the base of his cock. "But you can't cum."
I squeezed his pulsating cock tighter, and watched his eyes widen. He wasn't expecting that.
He whined and wriggled. I still spanked and squeezed his hard cock tighter.
"Please, let me cum!" He whined, his body quivering. His ass was probably red inside those pants. So much fun!
It was delightful to see the ache in his body and the need in his tone.
"Why? You were enjoying it so much until now. Why aren't you enjoying now?" I smirked and went on, watching him dig his teeth and nails into the bedsheet. "You feel good, right? You want me to continue spanking you?"
He nodded, growling.
"And I want you to not cum. We both get something. Isn't it fun?"
"Mistress, please!" He begged, wriggling his ass against spanks.
He begged, but I continued until my hand grew tired. That is when I stopped and released his cock.
He gasped and moaned, wriggling his quivering body and crawled to the headboard of the bed.
I chuckled and stood up, watching him laying with a tired body, his head under his arms, stretched.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"That's it? Wouldn't I get to cum? I faced my punishment" He stuttered, as if moaning with a cracked tone.
"It's a punishment, not fun times." I said, tone cold and he whined, hiding his face in between his arms.
"I'll get something to cool the pain in your ass."
Finally I had scraped off the pain from my ass.
"You're cruel!" He whimpered.
"I know!"
END OF THE SMUT
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