“Dance! Play with yourself!” he commands me.
The music hits my loins, just as the spanking does and I gyrate again in front of his animated lust, as he strokes his c**k. The devilish grin reflects his approval of my movements.
He likes the slut in me that teases the brute in him.
He pulls me to him again, and over his knee I’m draped, his hand continuing the slaps to my bouncing posterior, turning it now from pink to red. He loses no enthusiasm, working us both into a fired frenzy.
I cry and protest. But he doesn’t listen, that’s part of the pact. I’m not allowed to control anything in this little game of ours; though indeed this slut I become for him, this wanton submissive, controls his pleasure, bringing out the raging s****l animal he loves so much.
He pushes me off his lap so
