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After an evening of flirtation, the dim hotel room is the perfect setting for their game.
He yanks her inside and and kisses her fiercly. Pulling her firmly against him, he takes her wrists in his hands and pins them behind her. She struggles but he only kisses her more possessively, holding her wrists even tighter.
Her kisses become softer and more yielding as she gradually melts against him. His kisses become tender and gentle as his lips find their way to her neck.
She sighs, feeling their bodies press together for several long minutes, losing herself in the haze of their embrace. But then she feels cold steel encircle her one wrist, and a moment later the other. He pulls his lips from her neck and looks her in the eye and smiles his mischeivous smile.
"Tell me you will," he demands.
She tugs at the handcuffs, jerking and writhing her body against his. "No," she whispers back.
He smiles for a moment, his eyes giving her a conspiratal glance before turning stern. She feels herself being pulled closer to him by his right arm around her waist, while his left hand slides down her back to take hold of her ass. Giving it a gentle pinch, he repeats his demand.
"Tell me you will," he says.
"No!" she refuses in her loudest whisper. She begins to pull away from him, but his hand on her ass pinches harder, and she finds herself pressing closer to him to escape its cruel fingers.
He turns his head slightly and leans in to kiss her again. His hand on her ass becomes gentle, caressing her warmly where she'd just been pinched. With little choice, she kisses him back, not knowing where this game is going. After a minute, his hand wanders lower down the curve of her butt, his fingertips making her moan into her kiss as he touches her through moist cloth.
A single whisper finds its way into her ear.
"Tell me."
"No," she sighs back to him.
His fingers give her a final firm caress before disappearing.
SWAT! comes a loud slap across her ass.
"Owww!" comes her surpised yelp. She tries to jerk away, but his arm easily holds her in place.
SWAT! comes a second, harder slap. She braces for the next one, but it doesn't come. Instead, his fingers return to gently caress the damp fabric between her legs.
"I want you to tell me," he says.
"Please," she whimpers.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! is his only reply.
"No!" she cries.
SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!, her spanking continues.
"You'll tell me."
SWAT!
"I know you will."
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Her spanking only continues as she jerks against his grasp. After a while, her struggles stop; helpless, her ass sore and red, she buries her tear-stained face in his collar and kisses him, showing him she has accepted her fate.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Are you ready to tell me?"
SWAT!
"Yes," she whimpers.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Yes, what? Say it!"
SWAT!
"I want to...hear you say it!""
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
She buries her face in his neck...
SWAT!
.....and whispers for him, "Yes, I'll be your valentine."
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My kinky side likes to write things from time to time. Sometimes I have someone to write *to*. Other times, I just wish I had someone to write to.
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After an evening of flirtation, the dim hotel room is the perfect setting for their game.
He yanks her inside and and kisses her fiercly. Pulling her firmly against him, he takes her wrists in his hands and pins them behind her. She struggles but he only kisses her more possessively, holding her wrists even tighter.
Her kisses become softer and more yielding as she gradually melts against him. His kisses become tender and gentle as his lips find their way to her neck.
She sighs, feeling their bodies press together for several long minutes, losing herself in the haze of their embrace. But then she feels cold steel encircle her one wrist, and a moment later the other. He pulls his lips from her neck and looks her in the eye and smiles his mischeivous smile.
"Tell me you will," he demands.
She tugs at the handcuffs, jerking and writhing her body against his. "No," she whispers back.
He smiles for a moment, his eyes giving her a conspiratal glance before turning stern. She feels herself being pulled closer to him by his right arm around her waist, while his left hand slides down her back to take hold of her ass. Giving it a gentle pinch, he repeats his demand.
"Tell me you will," he says.
"No!" she refuses in her loudest whisper. She begins to pull away from him, but his hand on her ass pinches harder, and she finds herself pressing closer to him to escape its cruel fingers.
He turns his head slightly and leans in to kiss her again. His hand on her ass becomes gentle, caressing her warmly where she'd just been pinched. With little choice, she kisses him back, not knowing where this game is going. After a minute, his hand wanders lower down the curve of her butt, his fingertips making her moan into her kiss as he touches her through moist cloth.
A single whisper finds its way into her ear.
"Tell me."
"No," she sighs back to him.
His fingers give her a final firm caress before disappearing.
SWAT! comes a loud slap across her ass.
"Owww!" comes her surpised yelp. She tries to jerk away, but his arm easily holds her in place.
SWAT! comes a second, harder slap. She braces for the next one, but it doesn't come. Instead, his fingers return to gently caress the damp fabric between her legs.
"I want you to tell me," he says.
"Please," she whimpers.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! is his only reply.
"No!" she cries.
SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!, her spanking continues.
"You'll tell me."
SWAT!
"I know you will."
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Her spanking only continues as she jerks against his grasp. After a while, her struggles stop; helpless, her ass sore and red, she buries her tear-stained face in his collar and kisses him, showing him she has accepted her fate.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Are you ready to tell me?"
SWAT!
"Yes," she whimpers.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Yes, what? Say it!"
SWAT!
"I want to...hear you say it!""
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
She buries her face in his neck...
SWAT!
.....and whispers for him, "Yes, I'll be your valentine."
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