He wants more.

Josh isn’t pleased. He immediately starts tickling me again with that damn **** device. I fold immediately.

“20! 20, Josh, I want 20 spankings. Please. I want you to do it right now,” I say.

I look to the dresser for the clock, which still says 13 minutes. This is going to feel like an eternity, I think. I see the purple dildo he fucked me with sitting on the dresser. The one he won’t even consider using on me. He’s going to spank me again. Unbelievable. This is so messed up.

He starts with a firm slap on my butt. To be honest, he’s been pretty gentle all things considered... sure, it stings, but I’ve never felt like Josh was going to really hurt me or leave any permanent marks. Just, you know, sadistically tickle **** me until I was his sex toy. Which, at this point, I am definitely his sex toy.

I wouldn’t say being spanked is particularly pleasant, but I feel even wetter than when he fucked me. I guess it’s not the sex, but more so the situation that’s making everything feel so intense. Being **** to beg for him to fuck me and being turned down, it feels so humiliating, yet also a huge turn on. I feel like I’m going to burst into another orgasm just from thinking about it.

“We can go back to tickling if you want,” Josh says.

Fuck. I forgot. I have to thank him for this humiliation.