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Chapter 2 – Spanked
We entered the sittin room and the man banged me against the wall “That skirt's a bit too tight for you, ain't it?” The man took a step forward and put his hands on my thighs. He ran them up and down the black sheer stockings on my legs. As he did I kicked out but then he slid his knee between my legs and stopped me. “Let's see again what the white rich bitch has got underneath this tight little outfit” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs. His thumbs caught the tight hem of my leather skirt and slid it up until he saw the black garter straps attached to the sheer stockings. Once he had it up around my waist he slowly pulled down the tight black top and revealed the lace bra straining over my breasts.
Still with his arm around my shoulder he then led us towards the sofa. As he sat down he pulled me to sit down with him as I attempted to shift away from him, to move further along the sofa. “Hey! Don't be shy! Let's have a cuddle...” as the masked man said this he turned my face towards him and tried to kiss me. I shook my head and turned away, my face a mask of despair. “Stuck up bitch! You too good for me or something, is that it? Still haven't learnt your lesson, have you? You need to be brought down a peg or two...” he snarled at me. Saying that he put his strong hand behind my neck and pulled me down and across his lap, I struggled but in vain, he was too strong. I shouted in fear as I felt the leather of my skirt being again dragged up my kicking legs. “Please don't, please leave me alone! Don't touch me anymore! Why me...” I cried out.
The man pulled my skirt up around my waist until my bottom, clad in the black thong panties, was on view to his hungry, lustful eyes. “Uppity bitch aren't we? I would have thought a mouthful of cock would have taught you who's boss! Now, fucking behave while I tan this ass of yours!” he snarled at me. SMACK! His hard, calloused hand came down hard onto my bottom. SMACK! SMACK! My flimsy panties were no protection at all as again and again his hand rained down onto my bottom. SMACK! SMACK! He felt himself getting hard as he watched my ass turn a painful red; the contrast between my reddish ass cheeks and my black thong was turning him on. He stopped and ran his hands over my bottom, “Phew! Must be getting old darling! Gotta have a break but I have to say I could spank your ass for hours! It's gorgeous!” He licked his lips and contemplated his next move, his heavy breathing loud in the quiet house.
He held me down with his right hand on my lower back. With his left hand he started to caress me, first the backs of my legs, then he started to slide his hand down between my legs, slowly inching his way along. My brain was still recovering from the trauma of the recent beating, so it did not register that his hand was nestling high up between my slightly spread legs. The man slid his fingers forward and when his fingertips touched my thong I jumped as if an electric shock had run through my body. I started to struggle, the pain from my bruised bottom forgotten in the instant I felt my most private place touched, defiled by this awful man. The masked man pressed down hard with his right hand, holding me down and pressed hard against my panties, pushing them into my pussy. The man grunted with the effort of holding me down as my struggles increased as his fingers ruthlessly pushed in deeper; I was dry down there and the pain was worse than the spanking, much worse.
His hand moved slowly up and down my legs, teasing me as he savoured my shame and despair. “Are you wet? Are you gagging for me to fuck you? Let's see shall we...” he whispered to me as his fingers brushed along my pussy. First one finger and then another pushed against me, spreading my lips, exploring and searching. The man pressed into me with two fingers and my head snapped back with pain as his invading fingers opened up my dry cunt. He knew that I was in pain but that meant nothing to him; his desire, his twisted lust was all that mattered to him, his gratification. I was writhing and twisting, trying to escape him. All I achieved was to rub myself against his growing erection and make him push his fingers in deeper, in and out of my cunt, while he held me down.
“To a pampered white rich bitch that has spent her entire life being treated like a spoiled fairytale princess, meeting a guy like me must be a real eye-opener...” as he said this he pushed a third finger into me and pressed in deeper and harder. “I should shove my whole hand in there... you snobbish cunt” I felt my eyes widen in horror. I wailed and shook my head. I think he liked my reaction. “I think you are more than ready, don't you? Let's go upstairs... I want to see your bedroom.”
The man was strong and as he stood up he held me tight. I tried to push my skirt down but the man snarled a warning to me, “What's the point you stupid bitch! Leave it alone...” As he pulled me to the door I was crying and sobbing in shame and fear because I knew what was in store for me upstairs.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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