"Fuck you, bi-" before getting slapped silly!

SMACK

You almost catch the blur of her backhand before you go hurtling to the floor. Your ears ring with the sound and your cheek stings like it's had a hot iron placed on it. You struggle to get to your feet, but just as you make it to your knees you feel Becca's spiked paddle crash down on your ass with only the thin fabric of your sweats to shield you from the searing CRAAAACK!

You slide across the kitchen floor, slipping and scrambling to crawl away with your ass still radiating the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. Becca is too fast for you, however. She cuts you off and you are left staring up her skirt at her threateningly throbbing bulge with her steel toed boots frightenly close to your face. "I waaaaarned you." Becca coos and you are more terrified by her tone than her sinister shaft, brutal boots, or punishing paddle.

You've never been the violent type. You get squeamish just thinking about hurting someone. You can't imagine how angry you'd have to be to hit someone as hard as she hit you. It's worse than that, though. You can tell from the satanic sparkle in her eyes and the way she's licking her lips lustily. She's not mad you talked back to her, she's happy she gets the excuse to punish you! You try to slowly back up, hoping somehow she won't notice as long as you do it ever so slooooowly...THWAAAAAAAACK

The paddle crashes down with the **** and speed of a lighting strike. It hits your unblemished cheek and now both sing in hateful hurting harmony. Becca beams as she puts a boot on your head and another against your lips. "Unh unh uh! No crawling away until you've been properly punished. Hmm...I think you should start to apologize by kissing my boot. What do you think?"

The question sounds suspiciously rhetorical, not that it matters with you trapped under her heal and your aching ass unprotected against further blows. You close your eyes and imagine the punishing pounding she'll get when your dad gets home. Maybe he'll let you watch. For now, all you can do is purse your lips and press them against the hard leather of her boot. At least she seems to keep them clean as the taste isn't so bad. Maybe now that you've submitted to her authority, she'll let you up and leave you alone for the rest of the CRAAAAAAAAAK

The punishing punk nails both cheeks with one staggering strike this time. Your eyes well up with tears and you feel your fear overwhelm your dying embers of anger. You just want this to end, but everything you do seems to anger her more. You look up with wet eyes, begging for mercy. "You call that a kiss? No wonder you can't get a girlfriend? Make out with my boot, bitch!" Becca raises the paddle and you start sliding your tongue all over her steel toes whimpering and waiting for the next strike as you slather her shoes in spit and smacking, sucking kisses. You spy her shaft swelling in her silk skull emblazoned panties and realize too late that she wanted you to act up. Punishing you makes her happier than if you just obeyed.

"Hmm...I suppose that's a good enough job." Becca pulls her foot off your head and lets you stop licking her boot. You heave a sigh of relief that turns into a breathless yelp as she SMAAACK THWAAAACK KRAAAAKs your ass again. "Now that I've accepted your apology, we can start in on how you can make it up to me. Take of your clothes and follow me." You look up at her with pitiful eyes for only a second, and seeing no pity in them, you peel your clothes off before she decides to swat you again. You feel so embarrassed as you feel your cock bounce free. It's only when you feel it brush against your legs that your realize you have a throbbing hard on!

You quickly pull your knees together, hoping to hide your shamefully swollen shaft, but it only makes it more obvious. Becca notices, cackling, "HAW HAW! Look at the bad boi with his baby boner! Do you get off on getting spanked, bitch? Are you acting up so a dommy mommy will spank your ass raw and then fuck it? That's sooooo fucking embarrassing! Like if it was me with a bimboi babysitter this hot, I'd be trying to fuck the shit out of her. Hell, you might have even had a shot if you played your cards right. Now that I know you're just a pain piggy, I'm really going to give you a work out!"

You try to object, but Becca is too quick for you, and much stronger. She grabs you by the waist and flips you over her shoulder so your ass is hanging helplessly close to her hand. She SPANK SMACK SLAP THWACKs it all the way to the living room, and despite your best efforts to resist it, your cock throbs painfully against her collarbone. You bury your face against her back, hoping to hide your blush, but your efforts to suppress your sobs turn then into stifled little snorts, and it only makes her piggy insult stick that much more. "Aww what an eager pain piggy. You love getting this ass spanked, don't you?" Becca teases as she effortlessly slides onto the couch and surprisingly gently lays you across her lap.

"This is fun, right?" Becca asks as she runs her sharp nails lightly across your back, sending sweltering shivers. Figuring if she is this rough when she's having fun, then you don't want to see her angry, you nervously nod yes. "Eeee! I'm so excited to meet a playmate that likes to play as rough as I do. Especially knowing you can still feel every sting. Pain is muted for us bimbois. Sure, it makes it easier to get fucked hard and never worry about boo boos, but it kinda ruins the fun a little for us sadomasochists. Oooh! I should keep you as a little pet boi! I can keep all the other bimbois away from you and **** you to our hearts desire! What do you say? Wanna be my little pain pig pet? I'll make it worth your while..."

You aren't sure if she is legitimately asking you or if this is another one of her questions where the only answer is yes. You also aren't entirely sure you want to say no. After all, who better to keep you safe from infection than a bully bimboi that loves you just the way you are? If you are going to say no to her ever again, it has to be now, even if you don't see any hope of freeing yourself from her grasp.