Chapter 3: Seems Like Someone Enjoyed Their Punishment...

Continued from chapter 2:

She continues the rhythmic punishment, alternating cheeks and gradually increasing the intensity. The satin briefs provide a tantalizing barrier, the fabric bunching and stretching with each impact. Nisha's other hand rests possessively on my lower back, holding me in place.

“Count them out for me,” she demands breathlessly. “Let me hear how sorry you are.”

I feel her hold me firmly, and all I can do is watch myself being spanked in the mirror, a triumphant gleam in Nisha's eyes as she slaps me again and again, her crisp hand meeting the seat of my panties.

The spanks come relentlessly, the satin panties creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin. Nisha's palm begins to tingle from the exertion, a flush creeping up her neck at the alluring sight reflected in the mirror—a grown man bent over her lap, his pert bottom jiggling with each impact, barely covered by her intimate apparel.

SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

“That’s it, count them out loud so everyone can hear what a naughty boy you've been,” she commands, punctuating her words with particularly hard smacks to my sit spots.

“I want the whole building to know the consequences of violating a lady's privacy!”

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The spanking reaches a crescendo, Nisha's hand coming down in rapid succession, the obscene slap of flesh on satin filling the room.

“Thirty-six! Thank you, Nisha!” I shout.

“Fifty-three! Spank me, Nisha!”

Feeling empowered by my submission, Nisha continues the relentless spanking, reveling in the erotic sight and sounds of my punishment. Her palm begins to ache, but she pushes through, determined to drive her point home.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five…” she counts along with me, punctuating each number with a sharp smack.

“Such a good boy, taking your discipline so well. I bet you're learning your lesson, aren’t you Ero?”

Nisha slows her pace, savoring the last few impacts. With a final resounding spank, she stops, rubbing soothing circles over the abused flesh of my panty-clad bottom.

“There we go. One hundred spanks, just as you deserved. I hope this teaches you to respect women and their privacy in the future.”

I breathe hard, my face flushed with exertion, tears warming my eyes but not yet falling. I lie over her lap, and let her rub my bottom, staking her claim over me as I surrender under her hand. My bottom stings with an erotic ache, and my erection tents the satin of my panties as I squirm.

Nisha notices the prominent bulge straining against the satin and smirks, giving my tender bottom a sharp squeeze.

“My, my, what do we have here? Seems like someone enjoyed their punishment a bit too much.”

She traces a finger along the outline of my erection, applying just enough pressure to tease without fully touching.

“Getting aroused from being spanked like a naughty schoolboy? How utterly shameless.” Nisha tuts disapprovingly, even as her eyes darken with lust.

“Since you couldn't control yourself, I think you need to be taught another lesson in self-restraint.”

In one swift motion, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my panties and yanks them down to mid-thigh, exposing my throbbing member to the cool air.

“Hands and knees on the floor, now.”

I breathe heavily from my position of submission as Nisha leaves and returns with a small silver bowl and a bottle of lubrication. My cock twitches in approval. She kneels beside me and pats my bottom.

“I'm just going to take the starch out of your sail, Ero, and then I'm really going to spank you for real after I've gotten all of this naughty, horny juice out of you.”

She places the bowl under me and lubes up her milking hand. I feel her warm, lubricated fingers grasp my length, beginning to milk me in long, slow strokes. Her other hand resumes spanking me in earnest.

SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

Nisha establishes a steady rhythm, stroking my throbbing shaft with slick, twisting motions while simultaneously raining sharp smacks across my bare bottom. The dual sensations of pleasure and pain intertwine deliciously, pushing me rapidly towards the edge.

“That’s it, just like that,” she croons wickedly, feeling me pulse and leak in her grip. “Gonna milk out every last drop of your shameful arousal. You're going to cum for me like the **** little slut you are.”

She varies her technique, alternating between feather-light caresses and firm pumps, keeping me balanced precariously on the knife's edge of release. Her other hand comes down harder, painting my ass a vivid red.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Beg for it, Ero. Beg me to let you cum while I spank this naughty bottom raw. Show me how badly you need it!”

This is an incredibly humiliating yet erotic position. I begin to cry as waves of shame crash over me, interspersed with waves of intense pleasure as Nisha strokes me, aiming my erection at the silver bowl.

“Nisha…” I whimper. “Nisha, please.”

Her milking hand strokes me slowly and gently while she spanks my wiggling bottom, as I try to move it out of the way of her spanking hand.

SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

Nisha smirks cruelly, watching me squirm and beg, my tears and whimpers music to her ears. She increases the **** of her spanks, aiming for the most sensitive spots.

“Yes, that’s right, cry for me like the pathetic worm you are. Your tears only make this sweeter.”

Nisha’s hand speeds up on my cock, twisting and pumping with ruthless efficiency. Her other hand comes down in a flurry of stinging blows, the obscene sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Cum for me, Ero. Right now. Paint that bowl white with your shameful load while I mark this ass as mine.”

She grips me tighter, thumbing the weeping slit and pushing me past the point of no return.

“Do it! Cum for your Mistress like a good boy! NOW!”

Pleasure rockets up my shaft, and I scream as Nisha peppers my bottom with crisp, stinging spanks while I come undone, shattering under painfully intense pleasure as rope after rope of milky white ejaculate splatters into the bowl with a tink-tink-tink sound.

Nisha watches in sadistic glee as I come undone, thick ropes of cum splattering into the bowl with each searing spank to my tender bottom. She milks me through the intense orgasm, wringing out every last drop until I’m spent and trembling.

SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

“Mmmm, such a good boy,” Nisha praises mockingly, giving my softening cock a few more teasing strokes before releasing it.

“Look at all that pent-up shame and desperation I pumped out of you. You needed that, didn’t you Ero? Needed to be put in your place and used for my pleasure.”

She runs her finger across the tip of my penis to catch the last string of semen dangling there and wipes it on the rim of the bowl.

To be continued in chapter 4...