Her bare fig and its moisture made my cock swell even further and spurred me on to push further forward into her cleft. The wetness between her labia made it easy for me to penetrate deeper. The tip of my horny cock was now only a little away from her creamy opening, it was already touching her clitoris, which Jasmine acknowledged with a soft moan.
I withdrew a little to plow through her labia again, my cock reached her bud again. Her legs involuntarily opened a little more, as if she wanted to make her pussy more accessible to me. I sensed the chance to mount her. My snake then ploughed, downright demanding, through her furrow and, of course, I wanted to split her now also the slit.
And when my cock had reached the opening of her hot, openly gaping, receptive love cave, she finally surrendered. My glans had no trouble opening the gate, her naughty twat was so flooded with her love juices, that I could penetrate her with a single powerful thrust to the hilt.
She came immediately, had a formidable orgasm. But I was also so agitated that I didn’t last long. After a few thrusts and less than two minutes, I filled her with my seed.
From that day on, I had a new “hobby”. On numerous later dates, I sometimes asked the respective women to put me over their knee. Not everyone was ready, and not many of those who took action, were truly gifted.
Eva was a very special case.
She was quite small, very petite, and had an almost-boyish body. She wasn’t thrilled with my idea.
“No, I don’t want that. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Oh, come on,” I said. “It’s not difficult. And you’d really be doing me a favor.”
“No, that’s not possible. I can’t do that. I’m more for the gentle. I can’t imagine hitting you, hurting you. You didn’t do anything to me.”
“Then just imagine I’m someone else. Someone who treated you badly. Maybe a friend who hurt you. You could basically pay him back.”
Somehow, I had hit a sore spot.
A jolt went through her body, flashing in her eyes. She obviously liked this idea very much. She suddenly knew exactly who she wanted to give a beating to.
Yes, I would be the scapegoat, would atone for someone else’s misdeeds. Before I could react, she grabbed me and dragged me over her lap.
“So, you scoundrel, now you shall feel how much you have offended me.”
And immediately she started. With all the strength her petite body provided, she thrashed me. She got serious. Determined and full of anger, she began to teach a lesson to the “wrongdoer” of her imagination.
Her hand held a stern dialogue with my ass cheeks. To her obvious joy, and to my sorrow, she hit my naked ass with strong handwriting again and again. She really vented her anger.
“So, you scoundrel, that’s what you’ve got out of it now,” she hissed angrily again and again. “This will teach you to treat me like this.”
For minutes, her hand clapped on the bare skin, my tormented crescents glowed. Again and again, Eve struck, left, right, left, right, her hand hit my poor ass cheeks.
I was used to a lot from previous “chastisements”, but I had never been beaten so passionately and devotedly. I would never have guessed that there would be such energy in this little person.