#terrible attempts at smut
I get hurt pretty frequently, and that’s often done via impact play. When I saw this gifset, though, I realized that I rarely get spanked or hit on the ass, and it’s been ages since someone made me bend over their knees or lay across their lap and spanked me like a naughty little girl.
I think part of why I want to be spanked is that it can be seen as humiliating. Children get punished that way. Making me, a grown woman, bend over your knee and receive the same kind of punishment a little girl might get is insulting, infantalizing, and belittling. Especially when you run your finger along my cunt and comment on how wet I am and how much I’m enjoying it, playing with my clit and pushing your fingers into me, making me moan. Maybe you make a comment about how this is the proper punishment for me, since women are basically children, anyway. I start to protest, but you stop me and, instead, order me to agree. You spank me again until I cry out, “You’re right. Women have the emotional and intellectual abilities of children.” You stop hitting me and tell me to continue as you press a vibrator against my clit as I say “We need men to keep us in line and teach us how to behave. Spanking is the right way to punish a woman. We need the pain to drive the lesson home. Being hurt helps us learn.” As I continue speaking, saying more and more misogynistic things, you point out how much I’m moaning and whining, calling me a “gender traitor” and telling me I’m taking feminism two steps back. Finally, you tell me to cum, to get off to all of the awful things I’m saying about women. A moment later, you feel the orgasm hit me as I shake against you.
There’s also the roleplaying/ageplay related aspects of it. I could be the naughty Catholic high school girl who gets sent to the principal’s office. When I enter the room, you make me bend over your desk and spank me as punishment for talking during class. As you do, I’m ashamed to feel my pussy getting wet and warmth growing between my legs. When you’re done, you tell me my panties are a violation of the dress code, “Take them off and hand them to me.” I hesitate, knowing that if I do, you’ll feel that they’re wet. You sternly say, “Now.” And I bend down, slipping them off. When I give them to you, you feel how soaked they are. “Why are these wet? you ask, already knowing the answer. "I…I don’t know, sir,” I respond, embarassed about my arousal response to being spanked. “Bend back over the desk,” you instruct me. I comply, anxious and excited for what might come next. You begin spanking me again, this time on my bare bottom. I squirm and a moan escapes before I can stop it. I hear you chuckle softly. You run your hand down my ass and push it between my legs. I gasp, shocked that you’re touching me like that. When I start to protest, you shut me up by pushing two fingers into my aching pussy. I moan again, and you say, “What a dirty little slut you are. Pussy soaked, moaning with the principal’s fingers inside you. Tell me you’re a slut.” I hesitate, and you pull your hand away, giving me a sharp smack on the ass. “I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” I yelp. “Good,” you say. I hear the sound of a zipper and start to turn around, “Sir, what are you doing?” You grab my hair and push my head against the desk, “Did I say you could move, slut?” “No, sir,” I whimper. “Then don’t move. As for what I’m doing, I’m treating you how girls like you deserve. Giving you a punishment that might actually stick, since you’re a perverted slut and enjoy being spanked.” Before I can respond, you grab me by my hair and pull me to the ground. “Get on your knees, slut.” Shaking with arousal and not a little fear, I obey. “Now,” you say, pushing your cock between my lips, “Let’s see if you can’t do something more useful with that mouth of yours than disrupt class.”
I also like the dd/lg dynamic that could be in play for spanking. Instead of being treated like a naughty little girl, I would be a naughty little girl, getting punished in an appropriate way. Of course, after I was suitably spanked and had learned my lesson, you tease and play with my cunt and ass until I’m begging to cum. Instead, you throw me on the bed, undoing your pants. You grab me and push your cock into my tight cunt. I yelp as you start fucking me, making it hurt. I get used to the feeling and am just starting to get into it when you pull out. I whine, but then feel you pressing against my ass. I try to scramble away, but you grab me and shove into me, stretching me. I gasp and say, “No, Daddy, please! It hurts!” You ignore my begging and continue pushing into my unlubed hole. You tell me, “Hush. Be brave for Daddy. Don’t you want to be a brave, good little girl? I know you do.” I whimper, but stop begging you to stop. After a moment that feels much longer, you say, “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s all the way inside you.” Before I can respond, you start fucking my ass, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head up. I cry out, saying, “Oh, Daddy, please! It hurts so much.” But I don’t try to get away. I want to be a good girl for you. After a moment, I’m used to it enough to push back against you. At that moment, you slam into me and stay there, cumming in my tight little ass. I hear you grunt and moan, and that’s the final straw. I cum, and cum hard. As we both collapse into the bed, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
PS. Oops this kinda turned into a set of mini-fantasies instead of just a comment about wanting to get spanked. I’m guessing that’s okay with y'all.
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“No, you may not use the bathroom.” He ignores my desperate pleas as the 5 bottles of water he made me drink before the party quickly catch up with me. He tells me to stop bothering him and let him talk to people. Before I can ask again, he grabs me around the middle and squeezes me against him, continuing his conversation as if nothing is happening. I moan from the pain-tinged arousal that always results from having my full bladder compressed. The other people in the group hide their smiles and stifle their laughter, but I blush anyway, embarrassed for them to know how much this is turning me on. When he lets go, I stand next to him and dance from leg to leg as I try to focus on the conversation.
When it starts to hurt, I say in a quiet voice, “Please let me pee? It’s starting to hurt and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” He tells me to speak up, that it’s rude to whisper in a group. I look down at the floor, my cheeks flushed, but there’s no denying the way my cunt feels as I say, loud enough for everyone to hear, “May I please pee? It really hurts and…and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” He grins at me, enjoying my distress, and turns to the group, “Should I let her go to the bathroom?” he asks. The others laugh and respond, half kind, half cruel.
He considers for a moment before saying, “Let’s compromise. You may piss, but you may not use the bathroom. Sit on the floor.” He points towards the wall. I stare at him, not understanding. He gives me one of those looks and says more sharply, “Sit on the floor. Back against the wall. And spread your legs so everyone can see.” I slowly walk to the other side of the room, my bladder aching, and position myself as instructed.
The whole party is looking at me now. He walks over to me and says, “Go ahead. You have permission to piss.” “But…but I can’t. Not in front of everyone! You have to let me go to the bathroom, please!” I respond in horror. He grabs my hair, forcing me to look at him, and slaps me in the face. “Did you just refuse? And tell me what I ‘have’ to do? I think you’re forgetting how this works.” He slides his hand under my panties and continues, half turning to the group, “Besides, I can tell how much you want to do this. Your cunt is fucking soaking. You know what? Since this is your birthday party, not only am I going to forgive you for the backtalk, I’m going to be extra nice.” He hands me a vibrator. “Hold this on your clit. In addition to permission to piss, you also have permission to cum.”
Thoroughly embarrassed now, but reminded of my place by his voice and the slap, I turn on the toy and press it against my throbbing clit. I close my eyes, still feeling the pressure of everyone looking at me, and attempt to relax my muscles, trying to focus on the vibrations running through my cunt. After a minute, I’m finally able to let go. As soon as I do, I feel the relief of my emptying bladder as my panties are soaked in warm piss. I look up to see everyone watching, some people amused, some aroused, some disapproving. The humiliation and arousal and release of finally, finally being allowed to pee overwhelm me and I cum hard, legs shaking, body trembling, head pressed back against the wall.
When I’m finally feel able to think again, still shivering with aftershocks, legs gone numb, I slowly open my eyes to see him crouched over me, smiling, “Happy birthday, pisswhore.”
I was the nerdy girl at my Catholic high school. The popular girls always bullied and bothered me. One day, I finally tried to put a stop to it. Instead of leaving me alone, two of them held me down, and started reaching under my shirt, taking off their clothes, and kissing each other and, although I struggled, kissing me, as well. One tried to reach between my legs, and I tried not to let her, but she pushed them apart and felt my soaking cunt through my panties.
She told the other, and they both laughed at me. “I bet I know what she’d like,” said one of my tormentors, and the other grinned and pulled my shirt off. Then, despite my protests, off came the bra, the skirt, the panties. They pushed me back onto the table, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I felt panicked and humiliated as one of them slipped two fingers easily into my unused hole, making me gasp. “No, please. Don’t. Stop.” I said, entirely unconvincingly. The other started sucking on my nipples, alternating that with pinching them hard. As I felt a tongue teasing my clit, I started to moan.
I couldn’t think. The feeling of that warm mouth on my cunt, the tongue flicking and stroking and circling my clit, the fingers inside me, and the pain and pleasure being inflicted on my tits was too much. I felt something rising inside me, pressure building until waves of pleasure crashed through my entire body. I cried out, but was muffled by a kiss from one of the girls.
When I finally opened my eyes and sat up, still shuddering from the intense orgasm, they were both looking at me. “Look at that. What a dyke.” said one. The other smirked and responded, “I know, right? She came so quickly.” I tried to deny it, to say that I wasn’t into women, but it was pointless. I hung my head and started to cry. The one who had been eating my pussy looked me up and down and said, “How about this? You make us cum, let us fuck you, let us use you, just do exactly what we say, and we won’t tell everyone you’re a dyke slut.”
I shook my head, “I’m not a lesbian. I don’t want to do that. I don’t know what happened…It was just all too much.” The girl stepped closer, looking right into my eyes. “On your knees, bitch. Now. Or we will tell everyone.” The other one leaned over me and said, “Come on, dyke, you know you want to.” I found myself getting on knees. One girl lay down on the table, and the other grabbed my hair and pulled me to her friend’s cunt. “Start licking. Make her cum.” I wasn’t sure what to do, but I buried my face in her, licking and sucking, trying to listen to the noises she made. I felt a hand between my legs and then heard derisive laughed, “This little lesbo is getting wet just from eating your pussy. She’s fucking soaking again.”
The girl I was servicing laughed and reached down, pushing my face against her, until I could barely breathe. I felt fingers playing with my clit again, and moaned into her pussy. She told me to keep licking, and I did, feeling embarrassed at how turned on I was. Then she made me use my mouth on her ass, ordering me to push my tongue into her tight hole while playing with her clit. She moaned with pleasure as I obeyed, which made me shudder in response. She laughed at me, “Look at you. You’re so turned on from eating my ass, What a disgusting, eager little dyke whore. I came again when she said that, my tongue buried deep in her ass, her friend’s fingers on my clit. They both were calling me names, teasing me, telling me about the plans they had for me. I felt humiliated and, to my shame, that only made me hotter and wetter.
That first day, I got each of them off twice. Then the next day, they brought friends, and all of them used me. The third day, they came to my house, uninvited, and brought strap-ons, and fucked my tight virgin holes. My cunt and my ass. They tortured me with vibrators while they did, and I came over and over again, well past when it was pleasurable. They used me whenever they wanted, let me be used by whoever they wanted, in whatever way they wanted. I became their little fucktoy, and stayed their little fucktoy.
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