Getting into It

Naomi handed the paddle off to someone else, spread her legs and took a seat in front of Serra’s face. Serra was at eye level with Naomi’s incredibly tight running shorts. Serra had to strain her neck and eyes as far as she could to look at Naomi’s face.

“Don’t be so scared Serra” Naomi whispered as her hand softly fondled Serra’s hair. “Its just fun and games, I will help you get through it” Naomi’s quite words and gentle touch had a calming effect on Serra and she managed to relax….

Smack.
Smack…. Smack.

The first few strokes of the paddle were tentative, playful. ‘Nothing I can handle’ Serra thought. She had tensed up from those first swings and was trying to relax her mussels. When the next one Came

SMACK!

It was a real swing—full weight, full force, wood cutting through air with a hiss before landing square and sharp. Serra’s entire body jolted, her breath catching on a sound she didn’t mean to make.

Naomi pushed Serra’s head into her crotch, which helped to stifle the sound. “Shh, if you cry out like that….. Well thats when they really get into it” Naomi whispered.

SMACK! SMACK! Two more hard swings.

Serra tried to muffle her little yelps even as fire ran through her ass. With each violent thrust of the paddle, her body lurched forward and pushed her face into Naomi’s crotch. Serra knew only a single thin layer of fabric was separating her from Naomi’s pussy.

SMACK!

The blow once again pushed Serra into Naomi. And Nomi pushed Serra's face deeper into what was her almost bare twat. Serra could smell the unmistakable scent of Naomi’s arousal. Naomi was defiantly getting off on this. And so was Serra.

In between the pain of each smack Serra could feel her own arousal growing. Heat rushed through her body. Her cheeks flushed. Her nipples hardened and Serra could feel her poor neglected pussy start to moisten.

SMACK! SMACK!

Serra buried her face in Naomi’s crotch not to stifle the cries of pain, but to muffle her own little whimpers of pleasure.