20 minutes later...

"Three...four...fiiiiivv…", your voice cracks on the last note, and Liam fortunately stops for a moment his punishment. Probably, you reflect in your mind, that spanking was what you deserved for challenging him in the first place; nonetheless, you keep reasoning, if the rules had been different you would have had probably better chances. Fighting him naked didn't play to your advantage, as you first believed, because it gave him too many targets to deliver his assaults, exploiting the sexual rules that you had agreed beforehand.

In fact, at the onset of the match, you were faring quite well on the ground, and you had even the occasion to finish him off. Unfortunately for you though, what mattered in that kind of battle was not only outwrestling your adversary, but best him/her sexually. He had understood it well, and taught you that lesson while you were trying to **** him in a reverse scrissor, hoping to immobilize his upper body; he had not only caught your head between his tights, forcing your face onto his ass, but, prying your legs apart, he saught for your pussy, licking and fingering it while you were powerless. That was your first, unforgettable, orgasm.

When you had finally managed to get free, your concentration was severely compromised, messing your strategy up and making you an easy prey. In a short while, you were just overwhelmed by his superior strength and size. Liam had wasted no time, squeezing you between his arms, and making you submit with a painful crossface that sent waves of pain trough your spine. You had made your last a mistake at this point, trying the **** move to grab his balls, the only thing that could have worked in that moment. That was a choice that you had soon regretted, as it just brought the vicious backlash of the nipple twisting, a new chapter in the story of your sufferance. After experiencing that pain in your tits, you remember terrified, everything had become all of a sudden non-sensical; there wasn't any fight worth to be fought, or any principle valuable to be asserted. Crying like a baby you had shouted your complete capitulation, allowing your boyfriend to play with your body like a ragdoll.

He fucked you for good, many times and in many degrading positions, till you laid down motionless on the floor. Liam chose to spank you then and let you count the slaps. That was quite humbling for sure, but not as aching as another thrust into your vagina or the hopeless sensation of being clutched in some hold. "Are you ready? I told ten", he says, cool. You don't answer. "Ok so let's start it over!" he threatens, impatiently, "Oh no please! Ok...ok...I'm ready" you finally reply. He keeps stroking your ass, harder and harder, while you are counting the left five strokes. Surprisingly, you notice despite the pain, fighting you empowered him with much more energies than usual...you can perceive it now, and you could feel it while he was fucking you with passion and hungriness lust before. "Go on your knees!", he demands, sliding you down. You execute the order immediately, kneeling before him. He stares at you, sitted on your bed.

Liam opens up his legs, showing you his manhood. Opening your mouth you try to say something, but he grasps your hair, pulling your head between his legs. "There is no need to speak honey" he says, as you inhale the smell of his crotch trough your nose, "I already know everything...after today you are going to show me more respect, all right?". You slightly nod, embracing his words and doing what you have to...he is right, you swallowed more than you can chew, and now there is nothing left to say.