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pulling and twisting at the same time. She began to pant, quick outbursts of breath that helped her deal with the pain. She felt a trickle of wetness running down her leg. When he finally let go, even though she was relieved, she wished he’d kept doing it. “Put your hands behind your back, and keep them there,” he said. She was still facing him, her nipples recovering from the brief torture session.
    â€œYou wanted more, didn’t you, Kelly? You’re not as innocent as you look, are you?” he asked, pinching her cheek with all the roughness he’d used on her nipple. That hurt, too, but in a different way, like he was trying to let her know that he was in control of every part of her body and could touch her any way he wanted to.
    â€œYes, Cliff,” she said, then moaned when she was rewarded with a smack across her left breast. His free hand clutched her short hair, barely able to grasp her there, while he moved so that he was
perpendicular to her, then hit her breast head-on. Cliff pulled Kelly’s head back and then struck her other breast. This was something she hadn’t thought about beforehand, hadn’t imagined anyone doing, but she liked it. A lot. She liked the way his strokes hit her nipples but also the rest of each breast. He alternated those big, open-handed smacks with flicks of his middle finger against her nubs, a constant barrage of pain that seemed to blend into heat and pleasure almost immediately.
    She’d begun breathing through her nose—deep, shuddering breaths, her eyes closed—while Cliff spanked her breasts. She’d have laughed if someone had told her a year ago she’d be submitting to this, and laughed even harder at the idea that it was making her unbearably wet. She finally opened her eyes, staring up at his wall of kink, just before the last blow landed. Kelly looked down at her breasts only to find her normally pale, milky skin adorned with flashes of red, a few spots of purple. She furrowed her brow, looking up at him with shock as she realized she wanted even more. Kelly didn’t know how to say it, exactly, but when Cliff leaned down and sucked each nipple between his teeth, slapping his tongue against one while pinching the other, then switching, she knew he understood.
    â€œLift up your skirt for me,” he said after a few minutes of suckling. He knelt on the ground in front of her, his back against his bed, while Kelly stood there, feeling red rise to her cheeks. It was one thing for him to spank her, even her breasts, but to stare like that, so close-up, at her shaved pussy, made her burn. “Now put your hand here,” he said, indicating the area just above her clit. “Pull it tight.” She didn’t question his orders, didn’t question anything that was happening
because every word from his lips was music to her cunt. She pulled, feeling the stretch of her skin down there just as she felt the corresponding ache deep inside. That’s when he spanked her. There. Right on her pussy lips. Hard. Kelly was holding her skirt up with one hand and her cunt tight with the other, and she wished she had something to lean on.
    The smacks kept coming, right on her most sensitive area. They hurt, but the moment they were done she found herself wanting more of them, liking that she could take that kind of intensity. She wanted his fingers to shift a little, go inside, fuck her after he’d smacked her, but Cliff didn’t do that. “How old are you, Kelly?” he asked her, instead.
    â€œTwenty-one,” she answered automatically, telling the truth without thinking about the consequences.
    â€œA fine age. You’re going to count that high for me while I spank you,” he said, moving her around so she was bent over a chair that was flush against his bed. Her arms lay across the mattress, while the head of the chair pressed against her lower belly. He pulled her pussy lips apart, pinching