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“One!” She cried out as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh rang through the room.
The heavy hand came down on her ass twice more in quick succession, a sharp ‘smack, smack’ sounding with her cries. The sting on her ass felt delicious, the immediate pain that faded to a warm tingle across her ample cheeks had her moaning out “Two, three.”
Ochaco couldn’t say she really considered this a punishment, she loved it when Tenya took charge of her like this, spanked her for something she had done that he told her not to do. The real punishment was the fact that he refused to touch her elsewhere while he laid each smack across her cheeks.
It would always start the same, he would sit in front of her, still fully clothed, that look of command and dominance on his face that told her there would be no arguments about this, no way to sway him. Then he would simply tell her to strip, his voice even and low, it always sent a flush of heat through her, straight to her core. She would listen to him, slowly removing ever bit of clothing she wore, teasing him with each new section of bare skin she showed him. When she was done, and exposed before him, normally already wet by now, all he had to do was open his arms and she would lay herself against his lap, ass pushed up and back arched just for him.
Then her “punishment” would begin.
There were another two quick hits, his hand coming down harder this time, making her gasp and cry out at the initial shock. “Four, five!” She intoned breathlessly. Her cunt was already weeping, her arousal glistening against her lips and leaking down her thigh.
Tenya began to massage her abused flesh, soothing it as he let her take a short break. “Just how many spanks did you accumulate today, Darling?” He asked, voice low and sinful. She could hear the restraint in it, the way he was trying to hold back his lust for her. She knew how much he loved this, the proof was pressed against her stomach, hard and rigid and twitching with every move she made.
“Ten, Sir.” She told him quietly, her breath still ragged from her excitement and the anticipation of when the next smack would occur.
Iida let out a soft chuckle that reverberated through him and into her. “You’ve been such a good girl today haven’t you, Darling.” He crooned, his hand sliding up her back following the curve of her spine. It made its way down again, sending a visible shiver through her before he roughly grasped her tender flesh and spread her ass apart. She could feel the deep groan he let out at the sight of her wet pussy, her exposed lips twitching at the sudden coolness. “Since you’ve been so good, do you think I should let you off with only five today? Do you want me to finger your pretty little cunt till I have you cumming on my hand instead?” He asked her, leaning over so he could whisper it in her ear.
“No!” She told him immediately, desperately. “Please finish punishing me first, Sir.”
She felt him chuckle darkly again as he pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. Then before she could prepare herself she felt another three heavy handed hits coming down on her, alternating each cheek. She jumped at the contact, her hips bucking into him, hands gripping onto the fabric of his pants as she cried out wantonly.
“Six, seven, eight!” She sobbed, tears flowing freely down her flushed cheeks, and sweat beading against her forehead.
She loved this, ached for it, went out of her way most days to go against his rules and incur this punishment. Tenya had always loved his rules and they had discovered that he loved to reprimand her when she didn’t follow them, and that they both loved the give and take of her punishments. But she was getting desperate to be touched. The throbbing need between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she almost wished she had taken his offer of mercy. He had gone back to touching her gently, letting his hands wander over her naked form, squeezing and teasing her every curve, a practiced hand finding ever sensitive spot that had her writhing against him longing to feel him filling her.
“Tenya please… please continue… I can’t take the waiting anymore.” She begged out breathlessly.
There was another sharp smack, this one harsher than the rest, lower against her thigh where it stung more than felt good. It had her crying out again, real pain laced into her voice plain as day. “That one doesn’t count. That was for disobeying my orders and calling me something other than what you are supposed to.” He told her quickly before she could say the next number. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” He demanded.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” She demurred.
He hummed his approval in a deep throaty rumble that went straight to her core. “Good girl.” He praised before his hand came down twice more in the same spot. She was positive that there would be a clear handprint mark there for days with the way he spanked her.
“Nine, and ten!” She cried out, the words quickly devolving into a keening noise of pure bliss as he unceremoniously shoved two of his long thick fingers into her wanting pussy.
They slid in effortlessly thanks to her slick and his intimate knowledge of every part of her. He began to pump them in and out of her hard and fast like he knew she needed. His pace as relentless as his smacks against her burning cheeks. Her legs easily opened for him, her head hung low as wanton nosies fell from her lips. She was shaking with her need already so on edge from his spanking that she knew she wouldn’t last long.
He knew it too. He always knew.
“You did so well today Darling, you took my punishment so amazingly. Just like always. You know you look so delectable like this, my hand marking your ass, you flushed and needy on my knees. Only I get to see you like this, Uravity, Japan’s Sweetheart, reduced to nothing but a submissive masochistic whore begging to cum around my fingers.” His voice was low and soothing, flowing over her like silk. His harsh words contrasted by his reverent tone. It made her moan and gush around his fingers more as another wave of arousal flooded her.
She was close, so very very close and she wanted her release desperately. Ocha knew he could feel the way her walls tightened around him, the way she began to push back against his fingers was a dead give away that she would cum soon. He could read her tell tale signs as well as any book, knew exactly what she needed.
He added another finger, filling her more. The lewd sound of wet squelching filled the room along with her pants and his groaning as she clenched around him more. He continued his relentless pace, one hand on her lower back to keep her down, his other pistoning in and out of her like their lives depended on it. He curled his fingers inside of her, pressing down on her upper wall, and sliding over her g-spot.
She shuddered and screamed at the ambush of pleasure, but he didn’t let up. He continued pressing against her sensitive spot, his thumb reaching out to tease against her clit with every thrust. He leaned over her again, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.
“I want you to cum for me Ochaco. I want you to cum now. ” He demanded.
And she delivered.
Her whole body seized up as her orgasem ripped through her. A primal undignified cry falling from her lips as he continued to roughly finger her, overstimulating her to the point that it was almost painful. Tears were flowing freely again as she panted, and clenched around him, her nails digging into his leg holding onto him for dear life. He continued his assault till she could feel that pressure building up past the point of no return and she burst like a broken damn. Cum squirting and gushing out of her cunt and around his fingers.
He finally stopped his relentless teasing at that, pulling out of her and just watching as she panted heavily, slumping against his legs, completely spent. She could vaguely feel him kissing across her shoulders, his hands massaging her skin softly as she waited for her to come down from her high, murmuring light praises against her skin.
When she eventually made to move, he effortlessly gathered her in his arms, holding her close as he reverently showered her with affection. “You did so well Darling. Gods, you look so pretty coming apart like that for me.” He told her gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
She smiled up at him brightly, still panting, and her eyes still a little unfocused from her post orgasmic bliss. He returned her smile, and kissed her again briefly before whispering against her lips, “Just let me know when you are ready for your reward now.”