More Than Spanked

Once we return, I carry the bag into Amy's bedroom, and she closes the door. As soon as I set the bag down, Amy grabs me and yanks me, shoving me against her wall. She grabs my ass and squeezes tightly with one hand, soliciting a sharp gasp.

“Now, you fucking little cock-teasing whore!” Amy growls, wrapping one arm around me to unbutton and unzip my shorts and then shoving them down, exposing my hips. “It is not nice to tease someone, and unwise when they can control you!”

My cheeks warm to a soft pink as Amy's hand cups one of the cheeks of my ass, holding me against her bedroom wall with the other. Then her hand draws back and snaps down with a sharp, loud crack! against my ass, and I yelp softly from pain.

“You little fucking faggot!” Amy growls in my ear, but the tone is not one of malice, so much as one of mischief, since she knows me well, she knows I like it. My cheeks remain a soft pink colour as she spanks me a second time, and even harder.

“Ow! A-Amy!” I whimper in answer, as she spanks me a third time, on the same side as the first. I look over my shoulder, and Amy smirks at me, a vision of smug satisfaction as she tangles her fingers into my hair and then yanks me by it hard.

“Wait! Please! I'm sorry!” Albeit not enough that I don't intend to enjoy what's coming, and she's not about to let me off. She drags me backwards, one hand in my hair and the other on my back. Then Amy whips me around and she shoves me.

“Don't bother begging, you little faggot slut!” Amy growls at me, locking her bedroom door as I stumble forward and then catch myself on the edge of her bed. “Shoes off, fag! Now!” I quickly obey her command, forcing my feet out of my shoes.

Amy steps in behind me, her shoes still on as she plants a foot on my back and shoves me against her bed. I grunt softly in pain, looking over my shoulder at her. “Grab the edge of the bed, slut. You have a well-deserved spanking coming to you!”

My eyes flutter and I swiftly move my hands to the edges of her bed, gripping the mattress to steady myself as she comes to me. She turns, looking down at me, then brings her hand down again, delivering a fourth spank, before stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck ... Amy!” I gasp her name as the fifth spanking lands, followed rapidly by the sixth. Her hand alternating from a strike to the left to a strike to the right, I can only whimper and moan as I take the spanking she has decided I've earned.

“Yes, faggot?” she asks smugly, “You better not pretend you don't like this, or I'll stop spanking you right now, you slut.” My eyes flutter and I hang my head, resting my forehead against the sheets. I take a moment to simply catch my breath.

“I'm sorry for teasing you, Amy!” I murmur, instead, turning my head toward her so that my voice will not be muffled by fabric, “Please spank me! I deserve it! I was a rude little bitch!” Four rapid-succession strikes slam the left cheek of my ass.

“Yes, you filthy little bitch, you were!” she replies harshly, before delivering four swift, hard strikes to the right side, then tenderly cups my ass, brushing her fingers across it. “You need to learn, though, teasing your reprogrammer is ... unwise!”

“I know exactly how much of a whore you are, now, because I am the one that programmed you to remove all of your silly little inhibitions!” Amy says firmly, “So now I can humiliate you however I want, and now, you will count your spankings.”

“What number are we on, now, slut?” she demands, and I quickly think about how many she has delivered, knowing she's not going to be patient at all with me right now. I bite my lower lip, turning my head to look up so I can make eye contact.

“Seven, each side?” I offer, and she smirks smugly.

“Are you sure? Get it wrong and we will start over,” she asks, and I recount, then nod, “Correct, slut. Good faggot. You do in fact know how to count. I think you deserve more humiliation, though ...” My eyes flutter and I look at her, wondering.

Amy continues to spank me, every strike hard and swift, merciless and relentless. She forces me to count our way up to a total of thirty-seven on each side, sporadically switching from spanking to stroking, caressing my ass, keeping it balanced.

I have to focus to not lose count, when she does that, the pleasure mingling with pain as she alternates between the sweet touches and the harsh spanking. Thirty-seven is an unusual number to stop on, but she seems satisfied with herself, smug.

I hear the sound of the nightstand drawer, and then hear her removing her shoes, then unbuttoning and unzipping. When I start to move, she shoves me down with her hand. “I didn't give you permission to get up, you little whore! I'm not done!”

“Sorry!” I murmur blankly, then feel the weight of her cock slap down against the crease of my ass. My eyes flutter, before I feel the slow pour of oil that runs down it. I look over my shoulder at her, as best I can, and see her arms moving, slowly.

I arch when I feel her fingers push inside me, oily and slick, as she forces my hole open, swift but not cruel. I flush, further, with embarrassment. Not that it makes much difference Amy means to fuck me, but the circumstances are a humiliation.

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