Change the position

I released her hips and grabbed both her hands. I held them above her head. She was cornered. I was the hunter, she was the prey.

I dragged her to one of the chairs in the room. Physical **** was my only advantage. I could not harm her, could not attack her, but could use it to get her into positions. She tried to resist, but I was too strong.

I began undressing her and she could not stop me. All she could do was try to trash talk me. My cock was twitching but right now I only had one goal: DOMINATE!

Soon, Mika was naked. The tide of the battle was turning. She had been stripped by me and humiliated. This was just the beginning.

I looked up at my hand, poised above my head, coiled ****, ready to come striking down on the bare ass laid out over my lap.

"So, do you like my beautiful body? Don't you want to cum on it?" Mika who didn't seem overly concerned despite her rather exposed position, and her tone was almost taunting.

"Not this time. Maybe after you become my **** and property." I answered to her trash talking.

After an uneventful 18 years of my life, things were getting interesting. I left my mansion in Australia, made my own assistant my ****, and am now in a battle to dominate her sister. How quickly life changes!

"It seems as if you need a lesson! You need a spanking." I teased her.

Her response had been a little less playful too.

In somewhat of a lucky coincidence, when she pitched forward and threw her arms out for balance, I had instinctively reached out to grab her and wound up with a hand around her forearm that was farthest out from the couch. It had been natural to shift her wrist behind her back over to my other hand, and just like that I had found I had her pretty well held down over my lap, her arm pinned high behind her back... and my free hand poised to strike.

I **** the thought of going easy, of worrying, out of my head, and just let myself... hit. The slap of my palm on her ass cracked through the room and I watched the impact ripple across her flesh. My own palm stung. It was harder than I had intended. I held my breath for a moment, not sure if I had started this off right.

After a drawn-out silence, I heard her exhale, "whhheeeeeewwwww." She didn't cry out. She didn't look back. She just let out a breath. Calming. Balancing.

I leaned in and tightened my grip on her wrist, holding her down fast and started slapping at her ass in earnest. Not quite as hard, but substantial, with purpose. She would feel me.

I thought of the things I had read, had seen, had felt myself and carefully laid down a methodical pattern of slaps, layering her soft flesh from the crease where her ass met her leg up to where her cheek tapered off to her lower back, taking care not to go too high. I made one pass around the entirely of her beautifully rounded ass, firm but not too hard, until she was pink all over, and then made another pass, harder, random, making sure I revisited every square inch at least once more. When I started to feel a sight burn of lactic acid in my arm and realized I was starting to breathe a little heavily, from both the spanking and holding her down, I paused and took stock.

She was taking in deep breaths, I heard that. I saw her back rising with her inhale and then fall again, and then I heard... a sigh? A moan? I slapped again, first one side and then the other. Definitely a moan.

I leaned down into her back with my "non-spanking" shoulder, and tried to pin her arm in place. She didn't really struggle against me much, so I was able wrap my free arm around her side, further pressing her arm into place in the middle of her back. More importantly, I was able to slide my upturned palm down her ribcage, reaching back past her belly, over the ridge above her pussy and then... wet. She was wet. My middle finger slid between her lips easily, and I pressed its length firmly against her clit. She moaned again and shifted her hips.

Encouraged now, I leaned into her back a little more heavily, trying to pin her in place like a vice. Feeling her arousal caused a shift in this whole experience. I had started just wanting to steel myself and prove, both to me and to the sisters Mika and Jessica, that I could mete out a good spanking, that I could hold firm, that I could be tough in a way, that I could punish. Now though, feeling her heat, feeling her yearning, a new dimension opened up. She was the sadist. She was the one that usually dealt out the pain. She simply never considered her reaction to receiving it.

It shouldn't have been surprising. I had felt it. I knew it... and when that dawned on me, that I knew the space she was in, my confidence skyrocketed. As I felt her wetness and arousal, I felt like I held the entire dynamic between the two of in the palm of my hand. I settled in for the duration.

I bent forward to press my chest tightly down onto Mika's back, her arms pinned in my hold on her, I flattened my hand against her pussy and proceeded to see how many patterns, how much variety, how much range in **** I could bring to bear on her perfect, gorgeous and increasingly crimson ass. I started with a round of quick, crisp, but not-too-hard slaps, methodically proceeding up and down one cheek and then the other. About halfway through one side, I felt her grinding her hips into me, trying gain purchase against my hand pressed against her. I allowed it at first. I knew the need to let the desire build, to try and get close to relief. When I felt her breaths getting deeper and her thrusting become more earnest, I pulled my hand back with each grind and thrust, just barely maintaining contact with her sex but not allowing her to press into me. I broke into a huge grin when I heard her frustrated groan.

"Oh, come ooonnnnnnnnn," she spoke out from over my lap.

"What?" I teased. *slap* "Come on what? Is there something" *slap* "you want?" *slap*

"OK, OK, you did it. You gave a good spanking" she said over her shoulder, "Make me cum. Make me cum."

I squeezed my trapping hug tighter *slap* *slap* *slap*. "I don't think you're in a position to make demands right now." *slap* *slap* This time with a firm rub against her cunt, stroking the ridge of my finger back and forth along her clit, I could feel its hood slide back revealing the sensitive flesh beneath. I knew it couldn't be all denial, there had to be some tease too. I slide my finger back and forth along her again. She gasped. And I stopped, holding my hand, just barely in contact with her again.

"Ooohhhhh, fuck. No. Don't stop don't stop," she panted.

"I wasn't planning on it." I started again with the spanking, this time random, both in placement and ****. After a minute, she started trying to throw her hips more aggressively, either trying to meet my hand or escape my lap, but I had her tight. She wasn't going anywhere. The harder the buck by her was met with a slap with more **** from me. Before long, she was making the most wonderful noises. If I just focused on her sounds, I would have thought she was fucking, not getting spanked. So, naturally, while I slapped with one hand, I did my best to fuck with the other.

I felt that she was quickly barreling right to the edge, and I just didn't want it to end yet. So I backed off, again. This time, she almost seemed angry.

"No!" she squirmed against me and tried to arch her back up, "Enough, enough. Let me cum. Let me cum." It was subtle, but something in the way she said it. It was just a feeling, but I didn't think she was done yet.

It took all of the self-control I could muster to override her direction to stop and let her come. I rubbed at her a few more times. She sagged back into my lap, but when I started spanking again, her back arched up. She started to protest. It was just instinct, but I bounced her a little with my legs and shifted her weight to lay just over my back leg. I threw my front leg over her back to hold down even harder, and before I even had a chance to think about it, her neck was under my foot. I felt the delicacy of the position, and held just enough **** to hold her in place. She stilled immediately. The room was silent as I held her in about as stringent a position of bondage as a body could muster over another body.

"Do you want to cum?" I whispered.

She just breathed.

"Do you want to cum?" I said softly, rubbing her. Her hips came to life.

"Yes," she moaned. I rubbed her more, and she ground more.

"What are you?" I asked, not really knowing what I'd hear. It was just fun to ask, I felt like she was more stripped down than I had ever seen her, more ****.

"Unnnnnh, just let me cum."

I stopped rubbing again. "What are you?"

A pause. A long pause. I held her there.

"I'm a slut." My eyebrows shot up. I rubbed her again.

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut. I'm a slut. Let me cum." Again, the 'let me cum', suggesting that her relief was something I still has some control over. I felt like the tease wasn't quite over yet. I held my hand steady over her and started spanking again.

"Oh god!!" She called out. I followed each slap with a thrust up with my hand, sliding first one and then two fingers into her, sliding the curve between my index finger and thumb against her clit. The top of each thrust with my hand was met with a slap from the other. "Oh, fuck!" She repeated, getting into the rhythm. Slap, grind down, thrust up with my hand and rub against her. Slap, repeat.

"What are you?" The spanking and hand-fucking was almost happening on its own now, and I just wanted to hear her.

"A slut. I'm a slut."

I slapped harder and ground up into her pussy. "Is that all you are?"

"I'm your slut, Master. Bucking against my hand. I allowed her movement now. I even helped her with little bounces from my leg. She was getting close.

"What do you need?"

"I need to cum, I need to cum, I need to... uuunnnnnnnhhhh ahhhhh."

I had stopped the spanking and clutched and a handful of flesh on her ass, grinding her hips down onto my hand, sliding and pressing into her, as I brought her over the edge. She thrust. I rubbed. We moved against one another in every which way that let her feel her orgasm and stretch it out.

I gingerly lifted my foot from behind her head and moved my leg back under to support her. I released my grasp around her torso and slid my hand out from under her, pulling her up as gently as I could.

I drew her into my lap and cradled her in my arms. "You're MINE."

I stood up from the couch. She was light in my arms, and she laid her head against my shoulder.