Chapter 8: No Holding it In

Continued from chapter 7:

She smirks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it hurt so good.”

Her hand falls to her thigh, palm up, waiting.

Like I'm underwater, I slowly lay myself across her lap. My penis screams with arousal as it touches her bare thigh.

“Let’s get him pointed somewhere safe,” she giggles, reaching under me and opening her legs, trapping me between them, rubbing them together with delicious friction.

I feel her warm, feminine hand cover my bottom, stroking it, cementing her ownership of me.

Cassidy's hand lingers on my bottom, savoring the smooth warmth of my skin beneath her palm. She traces idle patterns over the taut muscle, feeling me tense and relax under her touch.

“Mmm, such a nice ass,” she muses aloud, her fingers dipping into the cleft between my cheeks.

“So round and firm. Perfect for spanking.”

She squeezes lightly, her nails digging in just enough to sting. “Are you ready for your punishment, Ero? Ready to be a good boy for me?”

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Her other hand slides up my spine, tracing each vertebra like a map to my deepest vulnerabilities.

I feel her regress me to little boy status. I arch my butt up into her hand.

“Yes, Cassidy. I’m ready for my spanking. I’m going to be such a good boy for you. Please spank me.”

I lock eyes with her in the mirror, and she smiles back at me.

Cassidy's smile widens, a predatory gleam entering her eyes as she meets my gaze in the mirror. Her hand leaves my bottom, trailing teasingly along my inner thigh before curling into a fist.

“Oh, I know you will be, Ero,” she promises darkly, raising her arm high.

“Such a good boy for Cassidy.”

Her hand returns to my bottom, patting it gently.

“Ready or not, this is happening.”

The first blow lands with a sharp crack, her palm striking my left cheek with practiced precision. She pauses, watching my reaction before delivering another smack to my right cheek.

“Count for me, Ero,” she commands, her voice taking on a stern edge.

“Tell me how many times Cassidy spanks her naughty boy.”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

She punctuates her words with another volley of blows, alternating cheeks, building a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

I count for a bit but lose track after twenty or so. Her hand slaps away relentlessly at my bare bottom. It’s happening. Cassidy Kendall is spanking me. My eyes grow warm and watery, and the first tears start to fall at the humiliation radiating through my body and the pink warmth spreading across my punished skin.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Cassidy's strokes grow harder and faster as she loses herself in the symphony of my cries and the slap of flesh on flesh. Each tear that rolls down my cheek sends a thrill through her, a primal satisfaction in seeing me break apart under her touch.

“That’s it, Ero. Cry for me,” she urges, her voice strained with exertion and arousal.

“Let it all out. Show me how sorry you are.”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Her hand moves lower, catching the sensitive crease where my thigh meets my bottom, eliciting a yelp from me.

“Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well,” she praises, even as she continues to rain blows down on my reddened skin.

“I bet you’re hard as a rock right now, aren’t you?”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I am hard as a rock right now, and I know she can feel it. She rubs her thighs together, giggles, and starts spanking me with wild abandon.

I weep with pleasure and shame as I begin to gently hump her thighs, squeezing my erection as her spanks fall harder and faster, scolding and teasing me right up to the edge.

Cassidy's laughter rings out, bright and wicked, as she feels me grinding against her thighs. She spreads her legs wider, giving me more friction and stimulation, even as her hand never ceases its relentless **** on my tender flesh.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Look at you, humping my leg like a dog in heat,” she taunts, her voice dripping with mock disgust.

“Getting off on having your ass beat like a horny little teenager.”

She leans down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers,

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“You love this, don’t you, Ero? Love being used, being degraded, being made to beg for mercy?”

She punctuates her words with a particularly vicious smack, her palm landing squarely on my sit spot.

“Cassidy, please... no more. I’m getting close—”

The slaps reach a staccato rapid-fire pace as I scream out, full-on ugly crying as the pressure between my legs reaches a critical mass.

“Cassidy, please! I can’t help it! I can’t hold it in! Cassidy! Casssiiiddddyyyy!”

Cassidy's eyes widen as she hears the desperation in my voice, the raw, animalistic need that bleeds through every syllable. She doesn’t stop spanking me, but her strokes become slower and heavier, each one landing with deliberate ****.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“No, Ero. No holding it in,” she commands, her voice low and dangerous.

“You don’t get to hold anything back from me. I want it all. Every last drop.”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

She grinds her thighs together, her warm bare skin against my aching cock, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Give it to me, Ero. Cum for me like the **** slut you are. Paint my thighs with your shame.”

Her hand falls again and again, each blow echoing through the room like a gunshot.

“Now, Ero. Cum. NOW!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

To be continued in chapter 9...