09:02 am - “I await with great anticipation” she said
Nebs: “Oh, you are going to so get spanked!”
Savanna: “Did you say you're gonna spank me?
Well, I'm ready, 'cuz I've just unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled them past my hips, and down to my knees. Now grab me and place me over your lap, pull my sheer panties down, and start spanking my bare arched ass.” ;o)
And that led to this...
Savanna stood there, her jeans around her knees, and wiggled her sweet round ass at Nebs. She smiled coyly and cooed, “C'mon, pull my panties off and spank me.”
Nebs smiled back at her in a way that told her she might not be in control of this scenario. He was a big man, easily twice her size, but he moved with a swiftness that surprised her.
He grabbed her around the waist with one arm, lifted her up like a doll, her feet in front of him, and pulled her jeans completely off while striding toward the couch. He swung her onto his lap as he sat down.
This all happened so fast she was left breathless.
Then she felt his right hand caressing her ass cheeks, slowly and gently, sliding under the sheer panties she still wore...and she began to tingle between her legs. His left hand slipped softly into her long thick dark hair and gripped it firmly. She was now held fast.
“Bad girls need to be properly punished,” Nebs said, his voice deep and rich. He had taken his right hand off of her ass which disappointed Savanna. 'Is he all talk and no action like the rest of them?” she wondered.
Then she heard the sound of metal jangling. A metal cuff clicked closed upon her right wrist and before she could react, upon her left wrist, too, both behind her back. “Wait a minute!” she protested and struggled. He chuckled quietly.
Now she was scared, though that made her more excited as well. Then she felt the coldness of a knife blade against her ass as he cut her panties off. She opened her mouth to protest that also, but he stuffed the panties in there. They were damp and redolent of her perfume and her muskiness. That scent and her helplessness pushed her into a strange state of mind.
He began to caress her ass again. He made soft sounds of pleasure, enjoying the smooth, warm texture of her skin....then came the first blow of his open palm upon her ass cheeks, sudden and very hard. The pain jolted her and yet seemed to funnel completely into her now very moist pussy.
She instinctively raised her ass up. She could hear him laugh. “Oh, yes,” he said sneeringly, “You're a ripe one.” And smacked her again. And again, several quick blows that left her skin stinging and hot. She could also feel his hardness pressing against the underside of her hips, feel it pulsing through his jeans.
She shifted further into that 'strange state of mind', feeling control of her body slip away.
He paused in his blows, moved about slightly, then she felt his hand upon her ass again, only now encased in a leather glove. The same pattern followed, the gentle caress, then the stinging blows, but the leather added force to the blows and he didn't strike with the same speed. These blows came in a steady rhythm, relentless, and seemingly endless.
She tried to protest, but that merely caused her to breathe in more of her own scent and to hyperventilate. That heightened her feeling of 'floating away'. She could almost see herself from above, see her petite body stretched out across his lap, see the sweat glistening upon her skin, see her ass willingly arch up to meet those painful blows, see the cruel smile upon his face.
That led to her first orgasm. It came from deep inside of her. The first external sign was a small squeak she made, which became gasps, muffled by the gag of her panties, and were followed by violent physical tremors. He didn't slacken his strokes; he merely held her tighter. Her shaking peaked and she went limp.
But almost as soon as the first wave subsided, she felt another one building. His leather clad hand beat out its remorseless rhythm, summoning this next wave. It seemed even more powerful, the pain of his blows transformed into electric like shocks of pleasure penetrating deeper into...somewhere; she did not yet know this place inside of her own being.
Her body went taut with the force of the orgasm, her toes pointing straight out. She saw lights flashing in her eyes and thought that maybe she was dying. And still he beat her.
And then another wave of orgasm welled up even as the last began to ebb. Her gasping for breath made her fear that she would choke on her panties. But somehow he sensed that and pulled them from her mouth. She sucked in air as her body spasmed and twitched.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers slip up inside her wetness, at least three of them, and he stroked and rotated them in that warm, viscousness. She humped them without a thought. Somewhere, she heard an animal growling and grunting, a sound that scared her.
Then she realized that she was that animal and the fear and shame of that revelation pushed that last wave over the top. Liquid spurted from her pussy so forcefully, it pushed his fingers out of her.
She heard him laugh with a pleased amazement. He put his sopping wet fingers into her mouth. “Here, taste yourself,” he said with a sneer. They tasted like musky popcorn and she licked and sucked them like that animal she had just heard.
Then that last wave passed fully and she went limp. For reasons that she did not yet understand, she began to cry. He turned her over and pulled her into his arms. “It's okay, baby,” he said as hugged her tight and kissed her hair. “It's okay, you were beautiful.”
Her sobbing stopped and he looked at her face. “You're a fucking mess,” he said with a laugh. For some reason that made her laugh, too. He wiped her tears and smeared make up with her ruined panties. “Now it's my turn,” he said softly.
Again, he surprised her with how fast he move and suddenly had her on her feet. He towered over her, which made her feel a tingling once again. He really was in control here.
He ripped open her blouse sending buttons flying.
He pulled a Buck knife out of his back pocket and cut the blouse from one sleeve all the way to the front, then did the same to the other side. The shredded garment fell to the floor.
Then he cut the front of her bra and both straps. It's remains fell next to the blouse.
The swift calmness of these actions, which left her fully naked, yet still handcuffed, made her knees weak. His wicked smile only made matters worse.
He undid his belt, which she was expecting, but then I pulled it loose from his jeans and she got scared. He saw that fear in her eyes and laughed loudly.
“No, you're not ready for that just yet,” he said and then slipped the looped belt around her neck and cinched it tight upon her throat. “Consider yourself Owned.”
He half pushed, half lowered her to her knees and pulled his jeans off. He was almost fully erect and the entire area was shaved clean. Sitting on the couch, he grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her face into his crotch, maneuvering his cock into her mouth.
Then he simply started fucking her mouth, roughly and forcefully, thrusting in with only his own pleasure in mind. He was a good size, though swollen to a large and angry purple, and normally she would have had no problem with him. But he gagged her again and again, pushing the head to into her throat itself, then pulling back to thrust again.
He shoved it even deeper and she could feel it pulse. He groaned and her mouth was filled with the hot, thick liquid, shot with such force it came out her nose. He pulled back a little and let her roll her tongue around the head until the spurting ebbed.
Then he did something that truly surprised her, sliding off the couch, wrapping his body around hers, and sticking his tongue in her mouth, rolling his own cum around with her tongue swirling back at him.
While this took place, her cuffs came off and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him even deeper for several minutes.
He pulled back and smiled at her. “Consider that merely a beginning,” he said with a winning smile. Then, while he cradled her in his arms, he took some time to explain his philosophy, which gave her much to think about.
“Okay,” he said cheerfully, “Make yourself decent and let's go buy you a Collar and name tag.”