Tear them off

You wriggle in trepidation as you stare up at him, trying to **** your mind to act, but before you can decide he loses patience. He stands and grabs the top of your crop top with two hands, ripping it down a seam with one strong pull and flinging it aside. You squeal in dismay, then squeal in pain as he lashes the cheek of your ass with the crop.

"Oh My God! Don't! Please! I'll take them off!" you plead as you reach for the buttons of your denim shorts.

"Far too late for that," he growls, pushing your face to the floor and holding you down with a foot on your neck as you whimper and beg. Without a word, he grabs the frayed bottom of your shorts and rips upward, tearing them to the waistband. He does the same to the other leg, then rips along the waistband until the two tears are joined, the middle section of your shorts falling away to expose the crimson thong you wore today.

As you plead for him to stop he grabs that, stretching it away from your body and tearing it at a side seam, leaving it around one leg, and your ass fully exposed. Your pussy is drenched with your excitement and know that he must be able to see the glistening moisture of your arousal.

"Lift your ass up higher," he commands, and you obey without hesitation, pushing your sweet rump up for him as you whimper beneath his foot.

When the riding crop stings your ass it's like nothing you've ever felt before, a spectacular blend of pain and pleasure, humiliation and pride, excitement and degradation.

"Oh God! Please! Oh Please!" you squeal, not sure if you're begging him to stop or begging him for more.