Gloria’s Punishment

“First, I’m going to spank you. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

The spanking could be viewed as punishment, although, like many of the girls, Gloria has a spanking fetish, and the only way to really punish her with spanking is to genuinely hurt her, which you’re not planning on doing. The fuck is definitely not a punishment. But if you told Gloria the real punishment, she has the skills and the assets to wiggle out of it.

You take a seat on the couch next to her and gesture that she should lie across you. She pouts sexily again, and pretends to be reticent to take the position, but you can see the excitement in her eyes. She stumbles as she gets into position, her breasts pressing into your hardening cock. It takes a while for her to finally lie across your lap, most of her body rubbing against your groin before she gets there.

“Lie still,” you tell her, and she deliberately wiggles her ass.

You lift up her skirt. As suspected, she’s not wearing any knickers. You can’t resist running your hand over her smooth ass cheeks. She whimpers at your touch. Your hand slips down to her labia, your middle finger sliding between the folds. She’s already wet.

You slap her right cheek. Not hard, leaving just a slight sting. She flinches. You switch to the left. She flinches again. “Ow,” she breathes, rather unconvincingly. You repeat the pattern, only harder. There’s a slight flush to the beautiful globes now. You pause. Anticipation is part of the punishment and part of the pleasure.

“Take off your top.”

She quickly slides out of it and hands her top to you. You toss it onto the desk. Then your left hand reaches round to squeeze one her breasts. They are soft and more than a handful. Her nipple is hard. Gloria doesn’t have the biggest breasts of the household, but her petite size always makes them appear bigger than they are. In reality they’re not small. More pear shaped than the pure spheres of Sarka’s and Anna’s, more bulbous than Lucy’s. Just feeling them stiffens you further and distracts you from your punishment. It doesn’t help when Gloria gives a moan of enjoyment at your groping.

Back to the spanking. You increase the ****. Slap. This time Gloria’s moan has a hint of pain. That’s about the right level. You repeat it against each cheek. They blossom red. Each blow leaves a momentary imprint of your hand.

After ten blows on each cheek this part of the punishment is over. The scent of Gloria’s arousal has increased fivefold. When you run your middle finger over her labia you feel it dripping with desire. Your cock has grown uncomfortable pressed against her stomach. Gloria has felt it there and wiggled enticingly to stiffen it further. Somehow, she’s also managed to unbutton your trousers. Her hand hasn’t quite managed to reach into your underpants, but it’s rubbed against cloth and shaft eliciting a groan of pleasure from yourself.

You lift her legs and slide yourself from beneath her. “Remain in that position,” you instruct. “Face forwards,” you bark when she tries to look at you. You wiggle out of your trousers and underpants. Then, because you might as well, you take off your t-shirt. You raise her hips, line yourself behind her, and slide your cock in.

Gloria is the tightest of your girls. Despite nearly a year of burying yourself inside her pussy, you still can’t get it all in on the first thrust, regardless of how wet she is. She’s dripping now and you thrust hard but only manage around three quarters of your length. Another thrust, and your balls slap against her clit. Her moans are high pitched, almost screams, hard to distinguish whether in pain or pleasure.

You don’t wait for her to grow accustomed to your girth. You start pounding. You pull out until only your tip remains in. Then you thrust until you’re fully buried, your stomach slapping against her ass. She squeals with each thrust. You leave nothing out of each thrust. This is punishment sex. It’s the closest you’ll ever get to a hate fuck. You can’t hate any of the household, you love them too much. But this is as much about giving her pain as it is about giving her pleasure. You slap her ass, and she squeals some more.

You reach over and grab her long hair with your left hand. Then you pull it, hard enough to pull her head back, but not so hard you risk pulling any out. Her back arches, trapped between the fixed points of her head and her pussy. Her squeals break up into incoherence as she cums. You don’t let up. Through her spasming pussy. Forcing your dick to keep pace.

Every time you withdraw your stomach is splattered with her cum. You can see spittle flying from her mouth. Her spasming body, her breasts bouncing, all of it is incoherent. She’s lost control. You’re in charge of her now. And you use that control to hammer her into orgasm after orgasm.

You lean over her. Your hand reaches over her and grabs her throat. You squeeze slightly. For a moment her squeals silence. You raise her face so you can look into it. Her eyes are white. Her lips flick spittle. There are tear marks down her flushed cheeks.

You pull out and spin her round so she’s lying on her back. You plunge back in. You lean over her and hammer away, back to the breakneck pace. Your left hand reaches out to squeeze her throat again. Your right hand reaches to her jiggling breasts, smacks them, squeezes them. Her whole body is red with her exertion. Another orgasm. You’ve forgotten how many you’ve given her now. They just roll into each other, along with her squeals, along with her writhing.

At the last moment you pull out. You stand up. You gesture and then manhandle her to kneel before you. She can barely kneel. Then you erupt over her breasts, coating them, smearing your semen over her reddened flesh.