Spanking Slave: A Dick-Bursting Spectacle
A sight that made my cock throb like it was about to explode. A peerless beauty thrusting out her ass, begging to be spanked. The urge to discipline that ass not with my hand, but with my black serpent, surged up fiercely—but not yet. To reach that point, we needed steps. The timing wasn't right.
"I'll make you experience hell every time you sit on a chair."
Gulp. In the dead silence, Sena's swallow rang out crystal clear. I'd fill this room, which blocked out every external sound, with the crack of my hand against her ass.
"Sena."
"Yeah."
"Count them off."
Sena nodded, clutching the pillow tight as if to suppress her mounting tension. After confirming, I straddled her side at an angle and placed my hand on her.
"Even if that haughty face of yours ends up soaked in tears, I won't stop."
Crack!
"One…!"
With the resounding smack, Sena's ass jiggled beautifully. Her whole body twitched along her waist, and I delivered the next blow.
Crack!
"T-Two!"
Just two strikes, and her left cheek was already flushing bright red. Crack, crack, crack. The more I focused on the left, the more it contrasted with the right. That asymmetrical ass filled me with a bizarre satisfaction.
"Three! Four! Five…."
"No way you're already at your limit, right?"
I prodded the heated left cheek with my nails. Her ass quivered so cutely.
"A woman who used to take dozens without flinching at first, and now your body's already twisting up."
"N-No, it's your misunderstanding."
"Sena, you have this bad habit of ignoring what's right in front of you, don't you?"
I pinched her left cheek lightly, and her hands gripped the pillow harder. Pinching a stimulated ass like this was to inflict abdominal pain.
"It's pride. You're just treating me like an idiot."
"I've never thought you were an idiot."
"Pride? You expect me to believe that?"
Crack!
"Eek!"
"Did that little breather make you forget to count?"
"…Six."
"Six? Is six right?"
Sena hesitated in confusion, pondering if she'd really taken six hits before answering again.
"Six is right…."
She didn't trust her own count without me confirming. Her voice crept low.
"It's seven."
"…Seven?"
"Your head's all messed up."
Crack!
"Eek!"
"Keep arguing with me. Fine. I was gonna go easy, but your mindset's all wrong."
Oh, to avoid misunderstanding—no, it was six. I just created an excuse to hit her more. I sprang up and snatched the pillow she'd been clutching so dearly. Forcing the startled Sena to her feet, I ordered her to place both hands behind her head.
She never blushed showing her naked body, but a few spanks on the ass, and her face flushed with rare shame. With hands behind her head, exposing her armpits—how was every inch of this woman so smooth and pretty?
"Lower your body and stick your ass out."
This was step one of a shameful, humiliating pose. Sena hesitated at first, then slightly lowered her stance and thrust her ass back. Naked, in such a degrading position.
"From now on, one strike means one on each cheek. Left once, right once—that counts as one total. Got it?"
"Yeah."
"And one more adjustment."
Something had been ruining my focus from earlier. Even in this coercive atmosphere, it killed the mood.
"During punishment time, allow me to use casual speech and treat you like a slave."
"…Then I can call you Master?"
One hint, and she caught two! So perceptive. I whispered in her ear with a satisfied smile.
"That's my Sena."
Not just book-smart, but quick on the uptake and knew how to enjoy punishment. Proof she loved this play. My sincere praise made her lips twitch like she was smiling faintly.
Did she smile?
Come to think of it, I'd rarely seen Sena smile. Only sneers or businesslike grins. Or very, very rarely in her voice, but her face stayed blank. But just now, didn't she beam?
I sneaked a peek, but no smile. Just a relaxed face from the moment.
Nah, must be my imagination.
Sena smiling brightly with that flushed, lewd grin? Impossible to picture. That face pulling a wrecked orgasm smile? No way.
"Back to one. Count properly."
"Yes… Master."
Whoa. So mismatched for Sena. She pronounced it like reading a book, awkward even for her. But I couldn't point it out. No ruining the mood like an idiot.
I endured and pressed on.
"Oh, and to fix your bad habits, one more order."
I wrapped my arm around her waist, hand on her ass.
"When I hit, say the count and 'Sorry for lying.' Repeat it."
"……Y-Yes…."
Her reply mixed with hot breaths. Then, crack! The first spanking in our newly defined dynamic sliced the air. Feeling different, her waist trembled, the vibration traveling up my arm. Even after, her belly quivered faintly inside.
Crack!
One on each cheek, as ordered. Left, then right.
"One. Sorry for lying."
No lie, but that was the role—making up faults to punish.
Crack! Smack!
Her ass cheeks rang out in succession as she subtly tried arching her back.
"Two. Sorry for lying."
Smack smack! Crack! Smack!
"Three…! Sorry for lying. Four. Sorry for…."
Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Crack! Smack!
I struck without mercy, cold-hearted even if her ass ended up a wreck. White skin with just the ass turning red—always so beautiful and erotic.
"E-Eighteen…."
Sena's clear counting voice suddenly dropped. More to say, but was she holding back, wanting more?
My hand's itching first.
Trivia time: When spanking an ass by hand, who gets hurt more—giver or receiver? Most say the receiver. Wrong. The spanker's injury is worse. Why? Ass is muscled flesh that bounces back impacts. Especially plump, firm ones. Without minding hand strain or arm fatigue, you risk ligament damage. No difference man or woman—women's asses might even be tougher. (Skinny ones where bone shows are exceptions.)
Drip. Drip drip.
Watching her, I heard liquid dropping and looked down.
"Oh-ho."
Ah, that? The floor was a mess already—I hadn't noticed. Her juices flowed down her thighs, dripped, even poured. My senses were dull from the break in play! A scratch to my pride!
"What're you doing? Not keeping proper."
"L-Lying… eek."
"You were being punished."
I pressed my hot hand to her pussy. Love juices stuck gooily as they dripped steadily. Even the stretching threads were lewd. This much? No lube needed.
"This isn't punishment—it's a reward, right?"
"…I'll correct it."
Correction, whatever—stiff words like that deduct points. Damn, would've fit a soldier roleplay.
"I scolded you rotten, and you're still gushing like this? Gonna be okay?"
Slap. Squish.
"Eek. Hnng."
"What's this? Happy when I touch?"
I slapped with wet sounds, then cupped her fully. Squish. Swipe. Squish. Swipe. Rubbed her pussy like wiping it clean.
"Haaah! Ah, aa…! Aaaang…!"
"Who said break pose?"
"Haaa… haa… Fr-From the start…."
I stopped my hand. Sena strained to hold position, gasping out.
"Hit me… from the start again. Master."
"Got it."
Tomorrow, my hand's out of commission. Resumed.
Crack! Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Crack!
No time for repeats. Relentless strikes piled handprints on her ass.
"Ha, one! Sorry for ly—two. Sorry… ah, aa… th-three, four."
She couldn't keep pace, words tangling. As I wondered, one hand dropped. Limit? Then squelch.
"Hnnng!"
Her hand hit her pussy. Unthinkable masturbation began. Rubbing roughly around her clit. Squelching juices audible to me, streaming down thighs and hand, pooling on the floor. Sena was a squirter.
"Haa… haat! Eek! Aaang!"
Unimaginable moans from Sena—she'd given up counting. Me too. Let her masturbate freely.
Smack! Crack! Smack! Smack! Crack!
"Haat! Harder… harder! Hnnng! Aa… aa…!"
Her waist-supporting hand felt her masturbation sensations, heaving belly, ragged breaths. Twitching lower belly vibrations screamed genuine arousal.
"More…! More…! Feels good now, hit harder."
Crack! Crack!
"Mooore! Aaaah!"
Final strike, and she squirted wildly, waist bucking. I caught her stumbling body one-handed but slipped.
Thud.
Stepped in her juices on marble. Ass-plant, but Sena was fine.
"Ow, does it hurt… Sena. You okay…."
Her blue hair draped messily over her eyes. Only her mouth visible. Ragged breaths poured from parted lips, her gaze fixed on my crotch. Faint light gleamed in her visible eye.
"Sena?"
What? That crazed look? Her small hand suddenly gripped my pants. Yanking them down, the string pants slid off.
"W-Wait!"
Back to Sena's servant Lee Hyun. She stripped my underwear too, eyeing my max-erect cock with tense, lust-filled eyes.
"You're… big."
Of course. Slightly above average, now at 120% erection. She poked the sticky pre-cum-glazed glans, then engulfed it.
"Wait, I said—!"
Extremely aroused Sena had lost cognition, chasing dopamine like a slave to stimulation.
"Mmph. Mmmph!"
Mumbling around it, no tongue contact, teeth grazing—got it. Slave to pleasure, but clueless how. Probably her first time with a cock in her mouth.
"…Slurp, haa. No teeth, use your tongue to lick the glans."
Even now, she followed orders. Lips shielding teeth, gliding over glans and shaft; tongue lapped everywhere.
"Suck… bob up and down…."
Slurp, slurp, glurk.
Lewd sounds from Sena's mouth. Blood-engorged cock hypersensitive—even slight stim threatened to blow.
Squelch. Squelch. Squish.
Not just sucking; other hand steadily rubbed her pussy. Fellatio with masturbation? Prime pervert material.
"Ngh! Sena… I-I'm…!"
Glurk. Slurp. Smmph.
"G-Gonna cum… ngh!"
"Mmmph!"
Most satisfying ejaculation ever? Flooded her mouth—she refused to let go. She bucked her ass short, climaxing too. Far beyond club junior stim. Dizzying, spine-tingling in the electric thrill.
"Haa… haa… haa…."
That one release was excessive. Sweat beaded on my neck and back. Breath ragged. Felt like invisible energy sucked from my gut. Refreshing yet draining.
Weird… juniors never hit like this. Like electric shocks….
How to describe? Like dumping years of pent-up lust in seconds?
Magicians' fluids have aphrodisiac components? DNA differs from normals. Growth via stim? Plausible.
Anyway, amazing. Want more already.
Never dreamed she'd blow me. Thought I'd jerk later. Sena calming? She slowly pulled off, stood shakily without fixing hair, mumbling with mouth full of saliva and cum.
Gulp. Swallowed, then tucked hair behind ear. Avoided my eyes, face flushed, whispering shyly.
"Tastes… bad."
Voice and calm demeanor—back to normal Sena.
Pfft. Laughter escaped. Wiping tears of mirth, I echoed her sentiment.
"It's not meant to be eaten."