Cynthia needs a spanking

When Cynthia reaches me, I grab her hips and turn her to face me side on. I feel her tense, knowing what is about to come. I raise my hand and spank her butt, one hard, sharp strike that fills the room with sound for a moment. She yelps at the strike.

"You didn't answer me," I say, raising my hand for a second strike. "We'll have John over soon, right?" My hand comes down on her other buttock, causing another slap to fill the room. It takes a moment before Cynthia can reply.

"Yes," she manages before I spank her again. "I'll invite him over, but please don't show him the videos." Another spank, another yelp.

"Why not? He'd get off on it. It is probably the only thing that'll get his micro-dick hard, you know," I say and chuckle. I spank Cynthia again. Her buttocks are slowly turning red now.

"No, please, don't show him yet," Cynthia says and I spank her again. "I don't think he could handle it." She's probably right. At this moment, seeing his beautiful girlfriend doing porn star level fucking in a homemade sex tape would probably send him running, and her after him. I'm not about to admit that, though. I chuckle and spank her again, instead.

"We'll see."

"Please, Joshua." Another spank, another yelp. I chuckle again and see the flood of wetness coating Cynthia's inner thighs. I spank her a few more times before my hand gets tired, each spank as hard as the first. I delight in seeing her shapely butt wobble from each strike, seeing the imprints of my fingers for just a fraction of a second, seeing her buttocks become bright red. The last few strikes cause Cynthia to yelp, but not out of surprise, as the first time, or painful pleasure as those that followed. Those last yelps are sounds of pure pain as the spanks reach beyond her threshold. I may have overdone it, but something about seeing Cynthia experience pain at my will and not complain has me more excited than I've been in a while. The rush of power over another human being has me feeling like unto a god, holding Cynthia's pain and her pleasure, her very life, in the palm of my hand.