her to stay - 11. She stays. +1 forward

You stride forward and grab the girl by the hair, “Listen here brat, you know I own you now. You know you’ll have to explain why you stole and why you came back to fuck me again.”

Amy averts her eyes, ashamed, but you **** her to look at you again.

“You’ll stay the night now. Text your roommate.”

You release her hair and she, hands shaking, pulls out her phone. You look over her shoulder as she texts a girl named Gianna. She says she’s staying in town with friends and won’t be home. She gets a text back quickly: “ok girlie!”

“Now, come with me.”

You grab her by the hair again and drag her over to the couch. You bend her over the back so her holes are on display. You caress her ass cheeks before raising one hand and bringing it down hard. Amy cries out in surprise and pain.

“Count.”

Shakily, she counts “one.” You bring your hand down again, this time on the other cheek. By the time you’re done, She’s made it to forty and her asscheeks are cherry red. You can see the outline of your hand on each cheek.

You’re rock hard by now, and you want nothing more than to plant your seed inside this girl again. You reach down to touch her and realize she’s dripping wet.

“Well well. Brat was right, wasn’t it?”

Amy hangs her head and doesn’t respond.

CRACK CRACK, two more spanks, one for each cheek. You hear her mutter forty-one and forty-two into the couch cushions.

“Brat was right, wasn’t it?”

“Yes sir.” She’s muffled but you hear her assent.

You line your cock up with her slit and slide it up and down, relishing her wetness.

“I shouldn’t reward you by fucking you, should I? You want it too bad and you’ve been too defiant.”

She whimpers as your cock rubs against her clit.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then beg.”