Male dominant, female submissive.

The kiss was interrupted with his fingers in her hair. The idea of tender vanished as his fingers took as much hair as his hand could take and he formed a fist. She gasped and looked toward the ceiling. He half-lead/half-dragged her to the desk, pulled the chair out, and sat himself upon it.

Forcefully, he lowered her body over his lap and released her hair.

With both hands, he lifted her skirt up & over her bottom.

He placed both thumbs within the elastic of her panties and then, forcing them over the curve of her ass and letting them gather at the top of her thighs.

His left forearm pressed against her upper back, forcing her body closer into his. She felt his cock, erect through his jeans as it pressed against her belly.

She braced for the spanking.

It did not come.

She started to tremble. Frustrated little cries escaped her throat as she tried to push her pubic bone into his lap.

“I love the way you smell,” he said, touching the fingertips of his right hand to the back of her thighs, just inside forced-down panties, forcing her thighs apart, just the slightest bit. The smell of her sex, of her need, wafted up to her. His upper leg felt damp as her juices dripped down and through his jeans.

She continued bracing for the blow.

As soon as she relaxed her body, growing tired from continued bracing, it came.

She cried out and immediately tensed her body once again, hugging his lap as well as she could.

The next blow came.

The spankings continued at a measured pace. Never fast. Always hard. Within minutes, dozens of spankings had landed. For most, the line of his knuckles landed between her ass cheeks. The area where ass turned to upper leg was a deep red. He continued until she, once again, relaxed her body and started to sob.

He stood and she dropped to the ground. With both hands, he lifted her from the hips and placed her, belly down, over the chair upon which he was just sitting. Again, he lifted her skirt over her ass. His right knee laid against her upper back. His right hand grabbed a fistful of hair, holding her head up. With his left hand, he spanked her. He focused on the areas of her ass that were still white, alternating between ass cheeks this time.

She cried openly in large sobs. Her legs kicked. Her arms flailed. He continued.

And when his hand started to ache, he stopped, lifting his leg off of her upper back.

Almost immediately, she stopped crying and started trying to compose herself

Two hands were in her hair, forcing her to her feet as she was walked across the room, her underwear between her thighs making her steps awkward and tiny.

“Collect your skirt,” he whispered in her ear after having her stand in a corner of the room.

She bent over to grab the garment and stood back up, blinking tears out of her eyes.

He forced her panties down to her ankles and flicked the back of each ankle as a cue to step out of them. Her nose pointing to a corner of the room, she stood, her skirt held in her hands, allowing him to admire his handiwork.

“Turn around,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” Her right hand met her left, which kept the skirt taut about her waist and then her right hand traveled down to her pussy. She rubbed her clitoris as she had been doing for years. Her back pressed against the wall. She came within a minute.

He stood in front of her as she caught her breath and whispered “on your knees.”

She dropped to her knees, allowing the skirt to fall.

He lifted her shirt, throwing it across the room once it was freed of her arms. He unfastened her bra and she quickly removed it. Kneeling behind her, his hot breath hit the back of her left ear before he bit it. His hands crisscrossed in front of her. He manhandled her breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could. She let out a moan and started to double over – he held her back upright and bit her ear harder. His right knee slid between her thighs.

He pinched her nipples.

She ground her ass against the thigh between her legs.

Releasing her tits, his hands worked their way to her hair. He stood, forcing her to her feet, before pushing her down onto the bed. He unfastened his belt, undid his fly, and stepped out of his jeans. “Lift your legs,” he ordered, approaching her.

Taking one calf in each hand, he positioned himself between her legs, pressed her knees back against her chest, and entered her.

He pumped with reckless abandon, holding her legs to his sides as he fucked her.

She let out a little whimper each time he pressed into her.

As he reached the point of no return, he pulled his cock out of her, dropped her legs, and straddled her chest. Using both hands, he grabbed her two hands, holding them out to the sides of her body. He pressed his cock into his mouth and fucked.

He came within seconds.

She swallowed every drop.