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Character Flaw Nikki’s ass is small, like a little apple, or a peach with a deep cleft
down the middle. It’s firm, too, its skin the same delicate, coffee-with-too-much-cream
color as the rest of her. He spends a few minutes considering it, catching
up a pinch of one cheek between thumb and forefinger and rolling it
around. Nikki, bent over the sawhorse, gasps a little, but says nothing.
She’s a good girl, Nikki. When he hauls off and gives that ass a nice
slap with the edge of his hand, she squeaks and rises up on her toes
a little, but she doesn’t cry, and she doesn’t hiss and go oooo, trying
to act like she’s so turned on by it. Other girls do that; he hates
it. It sounds so damned fake. He takes his time, walking around her, taking in her tumbled black
hair, her nervous, pretty face that peeps around and glances at him,
wondering what he’s up to. "You a good girl?" She bites her lip and nods eagerly. "Sure you are. You’re going to take it hard, aren’t you? A
nice hard whacking. Make that little butt sting. Isn’t that right?" "Yeah." Her voice is surprisingly deep, tiny as she is.
"Yeah, I’m going to take it hard. Gimme it." He chuckles and runs a finger down her left cheek, watches her
flinch and twist under his nail. "Greedy. It’s gonna hurt, you
know that?" "I know. I know." "It’s going to hurt bad." He hooks his fingertip
into her crack, teases the little wrinkled mass of her sphincter. "Sure
you wouldn’t prefer me to do this instead? I could get some lube. Feels
like you’d open up real pretty for me. I could get in there up to the
third knuckle, I bet. Finger-fuck your ass, see what’s up there. Fuck
you real good. What do you think? Feeling adventurous?" She wriggles again and her voice is pouting, little-girly: "Wanna
spanking. You said..." "So I did. And a gentleman never breaks his promise, am I
right? Okay, then." And he gives her the first one, a hard crack across both cheeks
with the flat of his hand that makes her yelp and grab at the sawhorse.
She swallows and squirms. There’s a very faint pink spot on her ass
where he hit her. It fades in a second; usually he likes to do fair-skinned
girls, only because they redden so nicely. But Nikki, his little dark Nikki, is so willing. He’s easing his belt off now. His voice softens. "Three whacks
for my good girl." Her voice is hoarse, eager and outraged. "Four! You always
gimme four." He can hear her licking her lips. "And I want
the big belt, the one with the big buckle." "Three tonight. Maybe more later. I don’t want to tire you." "Are you using the one with the big buckle? Tell me!" She makes a little mewling noise of pure agony. She hates being
barefoot. It makes her feel helpless. Whereas being beaten on the ass
makes her feel all-powerful, like a goddess. It’s a funny old world,
he muses. But she’s so small. And he tends to get a little excited when
he’s using the belt on her. He certainly doesn’t want to cripple her. But doesn’t he himself get off from denying her, just a little?
One more stroke wouldn’t matter all that much. He could make it a light
one. But he likes denying her, no question about it. A funny old world
indeed. She’s getting impatient, bumping up and down on her toes and whining.
He gives her the first stroke before he can think anymore. It’s a good
one, hard but not too hard. It shakes her, the impact makes her hair
bounce, but she takes it well. There’s a good red spot on her ass now,
and he gives her the second on a sudden, hard impulse. She rocks forward, nearly toppling the sawhorse. Her cry is full-throated
and ecstatic: "Awwwwaaaiii!" God, but he would love to just
unzip now and do himself. Or better, make her do him, clamp her lips
around his tool and suck like a kitten at a tit. She knows just how
to use her tongue, too. She’s got one more coming, and she wants it bad. A little wail
is coming from her lips, and she’s talking to him, promising him obscene
things, things much more extreme than a simple blow-job. Her voice excites
him. He hauls off and gives it to her. But something makes his hand
pull back at the last minute. The red on her ass, maybe, a quality in
her voice that reminds him of a child crying, perhaps. He’s never been
able to bear that sound. In any case, the blow is much softer, and she
turns on him like a viper, abandoning the sawhorse to stand with tight
fists and a furious expression. "That wasn’t hard enough. I want it hard. I
want another!" She’s grappling with him, trying to get the belt out of his hands,
demanding he go get the real belt, the one with the big buckle.
He’s growling weakly at her, trying hard to keep control of the scene,
telling her he will give her the big belt when he’s ready, not
before, and she’d better be good. He’s getting ready to take her shoes,
he really is! Almost comical, really. |
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