Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories Read Online Free PDF

really hurts.”
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    I thought a moment. No, I didn’t want him to stop. It hurt, but it was exciting. It was thrilling and naughty. “I don’t want you to stop, but...can you be gentler?”
    “How about if you be a good girl and take your spanking instead?”
    Whack. I whimpered and obediently counted “Four,” and then an excruciating “Five.” After five he let me take another break, because my legs were trembling and my arms kept rising off the cushion. I didn’t reach back, but I had to try really, really hard not to. I didn’t want any extra strokes. That was the only thing that kept me from trying to protect my butt.
    After the break, number six was a bit more bearable, and number seven, too. At number eight I started to reach back again. His warning noise stopped me just in time.
    “It’s so hard,” I whined.
    “You think this is hard? I’ve given much harder, longer paddlings with no breaks.”
    “Yeah, with girls who were probably really experienced, who liked that sort of thing.”
    “Are you done with your pity party? Can we proceed?”
    I glanced sideways at his huge body, his sexy thighs and his bulging package encased in his khakis. Fuck, he was so sexy. Two more strokes. I could do it.
    “Oww. Nine!” I yelled. My hands were in fists. My hips were going to be bruised from pressing against the couch, trying to escape the pain. “You know, this would be a lot easier if you tied my hands. Then I couldn’t reach back.”
    “Hmm. I could tie all of you. Arms, legs, waist. Then I could really go to town. Maybe we’ll try that next time.”
    Tie all of you. Next time. With that promise and imagery in mind, he landed the last resounding blow. Pain exploded, more throbbing, excruciating heat. I gasped “Ten” and squeezed my ass cheeks together. I wanted to reach back and soothe myself so bad, but I knew he wouldn’t allow it. Instead I stayed where I was, feeling my hot ass throb in time with my accelerated heartbeat.
    “You did it,” he said. “You survived.”
    “Barely.”
    I didn’t want to stand up. I didn’t think I could stand up. As I lay slumped over the back of my couch, he ran a hand over my hurting cheeks. “You’re so red,” he mused. “You’re so sensitive.”
    “Well, I’m kind of new to this.”
    “It looks beautiful.” His palms rubbed over my skin, soothing me, but arousing me too. I wanted him to touch me. No, hell no, I didn’t. I was so embarrassingly wet.
    “If you want...” His voice sounded thick. “If you want, I can help you take care of your problem.”
    “What problem?”
    “This problem.” His fingers slid down between my legs and trailed over my sopping wet clit. I jumped. I almost orgasmed. I tried to twist away, but he stopped me. “Don’t move. Let me help you.”
    Oh my God oh my God oh my God. The only thing he was going to help me with was embarrassing myself by losing my manners in front of him. I clenched my hands on the cushion. Oh God, he knew what he was doing with those fingers, stroking slowly, back and forth, with the perfect pressure. His other hand delivered a slap to my hot, hurting ass. It felt like heaven.
    “Oh God!”
    “Do you like that?”
    “You’re going to make me come,” I gasped.
    “That’s kind of the point.”
    He spanked me again, never stopping the heavenly touches with his other hand. My pussy wasn’t a gay male anymore. It was a Marine, pumping its fists and yelling Boo ya! Well, a gay Marine, because it still wanted some cock.
    “Put it in me,” I begged, arching into his hand.
    “ Put it in you? Sorry, baby, but no. I never fuck on the first date.”
    “I’ve seen what you’re packing there. I need you inside me. Please.”
    “I said no,” he repeated, picking up the tempo of spanks. It should have hurt way too much to orgasm. It did hurt, but he was also rolling my clit beneath his fingertips, and the combination of pain and pleasure was the drunkest, most