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Getting to the Point.Like anyone I can have my ‘bad’ moods. In my case, being a little conflicted and gender confused, it popped up once too often. A few months after Jack and I started dating – actually it was a true relationship by then – there was a period of adjustment needed; I didn’t see it but he did and, being a man, acted to put things back on track for us. It wasn’t the last time…We’d gone out for a nice dinner and I’d been a real bitch from the very beginning. I was just having a bad day and took it out on everyone. We had gone to our usual nice place and I was even being hard to deal with there. I wasn’t being nice and I wasn’t nice to be around. Jack was apologizing for me and that was even pissing me off! Once we went to the car and were seated in the front seat he began to lecture me a little; a little like a father but a lot like a boyfriend/husband. By the time we pulled out of the parking lot I was aware of 2 things (he’d been very clear about both). This problem was going to be handled very soon, at a nearby hotel, I would have trouble sitting when he was through and, there would be no more of this in the future. If there was, I’d be given another very sore backside!Believe me, I got the point!When we arrived at the motel Jack got the room while I waited in the car. After that we drove around to the room and I was ‘marched’ inside; he’d taken me out of the car, grabbed my wrist firmly and propelled me to and into the room. Once the door was locked he asked me if I had to pee; since I didn’t I was taken to a corner and stood there with my nose pressed firmly into the corner. Yes, I was nervous, my stomach was full of butterflies and my deodorant was beginning to fail. He spent some time arranging things but I didn’t dare look around. After what seemed an eternity he walked up behind me, grabbed my arm, jerked me out of the corner and spun me around to face him. Facing the room I saw the pillows piled on the bed and the armless chair moved into the middle of the floor. Jack talked, I listened and began to tremble a little.His belt was lying on the bed.I was about to have my attitude ‘adjusted’. I listened as he explained exactly how he intended to do it…in very clear terms. He was going to give me a damned good spanking then some corner time; after I’d calmed down I would lay across the pillows, with my backside in the air, and get the belt. For some reason I knew that he knew exactly how to do it and I was glad that it was Friday night; I believed (without a doubt) that I’d be sitting on a sore backside for a few days. I sit all day at work – that would have bursa escort been VERY uncomfortable the day after! I just knew that. I suddenly had to pee then…I really had to pee! When I told Jack he took my arm and walked me to the bathroom where I bundled up my skirt, slipped my panties down and sat. As he stood over me watching I tried to relax my muscles as much as possible and empty my bladder into the toilet. There wasn’t much but as I finished he said, “Don’t bother pulling your panties up; they’re coming off anyway in a few minutes.”I guess I knew that.I was walked back to the room, directly over to the chair, with my panties around my knees. As he sat I was taken by the arm and pulled off balance quickly to end up over his lap. Jack adjusted my position as I grabbed the leg of the chair then flipped my short skirt up my back. I straightened my legs then lowered them until the toes of my shoes were resting on the carpet. He did a little rubbing and patting but there was no more conversation…I simply stared at the carpet and waited. I didn’t have long to wait; my lover had had enough of me and was taking action.The first few hard smacks were right about in the center of my backside and, they were HARD! I’d been given a few smacks by him, little attention-getters and some during hard sex but this was punishment…this was defiantly different, I was being spanked for real, it wasn’t a game! He slowly worked his way up and down both cheeks then back and forth across then down a little on both thigh-tops (right to the top of my stockings) then all the way back up to the top of each burning cheek. Yes, in a very short time my ass was on fire and, he wasn’t slowing down even a little. I was being punished!The spanking stung, it burned and shortly, it felt like my whole backside was on fire, it also throbbed like hell. I tried to contain myself, tried to ‘take it’ but it was no use at all. It was so fast and so hard that I became overwhelmed quickly! I was aware that I was squealing like a girl, crying out in pain as he blistered away and kicking, bouncing and wiggling around on his lap. My world centered on the feeling and sound of his spanking hand, the pain covering my ass and thighs, the intensity of it as every hard smack shot up my spine and exploded in my brain. Finally, as the pain became unbearable, following one loud long cry of pain, my misty eyes overflowed and I watched my tears fall to the floor…I began to bawl!I’d been bawling like hell, my nose was running and I was drooling a little; I’d also been kicking furiously!Jack stopped and asked if he had my full attention; bursa escort bayan I tried to croak out that he did but I could hardly form the words I was crying and breathing so hard! There were a few minutes of rubbing but no conversation at all. When the rubbing was finished the spanking started again…even harder and all on the lower part of my cheeks! He pulled me in tighter than hell to finish! I simply clung to the leg of the chair, pawed at the carpet with the toes of my shoes and wished for it to be over while bouncing in his lap. Just about the time I really started to howl my head off he stopped and ordered me to stand up…I did but very slowly. Once I was on my feet, supported by some very shaky legs, Jack gave me some tissues to wipe tears, blow my nose and wipe it. I’d kicked off both shoes and the panties – I was pretty much a mess, shaking like hell all over and bawling like a k**.He then took my arm firmly and walked me to a corner where he pushed me into it while ordering me to get my skirt up around my waist and keep my hands in front of it. I obeyed then stood there shaking and crying for a while.My backside felt like it was wrapped in flames; at the same time it throbbed like hell! The ‘heat’ spread up my back some and down my thighs, I just couldn’t stop trembling. Although my mind was pretty much consumed with the pain I was feeling, I was also thinking about the belt lying on the bed. I really didn’t want my ass whipped with that at all! That must have been quite a sight; in the corner, skirt bundled up around my waist, a very sore bruised backside framed by a garter belt and bagging stockings.After a little while I was aware that I had to pee again so I asked him if I could use the toilet. He made me wait until I was really having trouble holding it before escorting me to the bathroom. I sat as slowly and gently as possible; at first the plastic seat felt cool but it still hurt to sit, that feeling went away after my full weight was on the seat, sitting was VERY uncomfortable! As I sat there, trying to empty my bladder as quickly as possible, he told me that he’d changed his mind. He wasn’t going to use the belt after all but…I was going to get a second trip over his knee before we finished. After I wiped and stood up there was a nice warm hug, a few kisses and a few tries at apologizing for my behavior. As he broke the last hug he said, “I’ll let you apologize while you’re over my knee again; that way you’ll be more sincere Bobbie.”For something like ten minutes – although I had trouble forming words – I apologized like hell while my backside escort bursa was wrapped in fire all over again! I howled, kicked, bounced and wiggled all over his lap while he made damned sure my entire backside was turned black and blue. I was sincere about it; VERY sincere!! I hadn’t been spanked that hard in a long time and it was truly a very hard one. When he finally helped me stand up I was one destroyed mess of shaking quivering bawling sorry little bitch.There was about half an hour of more corner time before a naked Jack (now with a very hard cock) took me out of the corner, removed my blouse and walked me to the bed. There was then a lot of all out passion between us. He was tender and loving about it but also obviously turned on by reducing me to a sobbing shaking little bitch! I was sore all over but gave myself to him completely and really tried hard to use love/lust to make a good apology. I’d used some lube (inside) as I got ready for the evening so, as he started to finger-fuck my sore rectum – between my very sore burning cheeks, it was like a moist cunt. I finally asked him to just lay on his back while I straddled him then found my rectum with the beautiful head of his manhood and eased down on him – very slowly and very gently – everything back there was sore and on fire.By the time my lover emptied himself in me I’d about had it with handling the pain. Everything from my shoulders to my toes ached like hell, I was crying a little and worn out. We relaxed for a while; hugging kissing and playing. I calmed down a lot and was returning to normal although my backside still ached and burned like hell. That had been one hell of a spanking! Jack rubbed played with and squeezed my sore cheeks which kept me squealing and wiggling around…after a while he was also hard as hell again! I stroked his growing cock some, played with his balls and kept him going. Finally, he put me on my back and mounted me. I obediently pulled my legs up as far as I could, spread wide and welcomed him. The penetration was fast and deep; when he slammed against my sore backside it hurt like hell but I bit my lip and took him.That fucking became loud…very loud!It was nothing but lust. I locked my legs around him, wrapped my arms around his neck and took a long painful fucking that left us both worn out to the bone.We ended up spending the night in the motel. I didn’t realize just how sore I was until the next morning. After using the toilet I had a look in the mirror and I was a wreck, that brief sit on the toilet also confirmed that I wouldn’t be sitting too much for a day at least. Crawling back in bed with Jack confirmed that I had one more thing to handle before breakfast; a thick 8 inches of rock hard morning wood. Working that off took a long time! A painful time as he lay there while I rode him as hard as I dared.
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