My Life is Different Ch. 10

I whispered back, "Just use some self-control. When you spank me, just make sure you don't hit me any harder than two-hundred P.S.I. and you should be fine."

"Will, when you say stuff like 'two-hundred P.S.I.' you might as well be speaking Italian. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"P.S.I.," I elaborated, "Is an anacronym. It's stand for pounds per square inch."

Buffy sighed loudly, and then whispered back, "Will, I got a C-minus in twelfth grade science, remember? I have no idea how hard to spank to equal two-hundred pounds per square inch."

My pussy was dripping wet and throbbing with need, but I talked Buffy through the logistics of spanking me hard enough, without causing any actual injuries. I told her to put me over her knee and begin spanking me with very mild slaps and gradually increase the force behind them. When she got the point where she was spanking my bare bottom with just the right intensity, I'd let her know.

Buffy pulled the chair out from our computer desk and sat down on it. I draped my naked body over her firm thighs and then she brought her hand down on my naked bottom.

Her first spank was so weak I barely felt it.

Her second spank wasn't much harder than that. It wasn't until the fifteenth or sixteenth spank that Buffy finally got the hang of it, and was spanking hard enough to sting.

"Okay, that feels about right," I informed Buffy, my voice thick with sexual tension. "Keep spanking me about as hard as that last smack."

Buffy made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a grunt, and obligingly began to spank my bare butt cheeks.

My pussy was wet and throbbing as Buffy spanked me. I'd never been spanked by a girlfriend (or a boyfriend for that matter) before, but today it suddenly seemed like one of the sexiest things two people could do together. Me draping my naked body over Buffy's lap and voluntarily submitting myself to a stinging spanking was one of the most submissive things that I could do for Buffy, and I had strongly embraced the idea that we being submissive to Buffy was a very important and erotic part of our sex life.

The more I surrendered to Buffy and made myself vulnerable to her, the more it made my pussy throb. I never got this way with Oz or Xander. Only Buffy inspired this submissive longing in me.

"Ow! Ow! Ow," I exclaimed as Buffy's smacks against my bare flesh accumulated and made my butt sting with a riot of red-hot pain. Normally I don't like pain, but when I was naked and over Buffy's lap, the pain of an over-the-knee spanking seemed delicious and erotic.

I decided that one of the things I really enjoyed about being spanked by Buffy was the intimacy. It's very intimate. I'm humbled. Buffy witnesses me humbling myself. It forces Buffy and I to be closer because of my surrender and Buffy taking the lead.

Then, Buffy paused in the punishing of my bare bottom and said, "Maybe we better stop now. Your bottom is really starting to get red and tender-looking."

"Just ten more," I said through clenched teeth. The pain was intense, but so was the throbbing in my pussy. I was kinda confident that I could reach orgasm just from corporal punishment alone. And even if I couldn't, this spanking could definitely be the sort of foreplay that created a powerful buildup for an even more powerful orgasm. I panted heavily as my loins throbbed and wanton desire permeated my entire body.

"You're being more kinky than normal, Will," Buffy observed, to which I replied, "Me? You're the one wearing a prison guard uniform!"

Buffy proceeded to punish my bare bottom again, and I think she started spanking me even harder than before. The slaps definitely seemed to sting more than they did before.

I suppose Buffy had finally got into the spirit of punishing her naughty female convict. Or maybe she was upset with me for my crack about her uniform. Whatever the reason the last ten swats really stung. I thought I might prove how brave I was by not crying out while Buffy spanked me, but my resolve weakened as Buffy changed her tactics. First, she hit me across both cheeks at once, then she alternated between the left and the right, then she aimed for that sensitive spot where the top of the thigh meets the buttock.

It wasn't long before I was making pathetic moaning and whimpering noises. I tried to be brave, but Buffy made it difficult. Just when I thought I had adjusted to the punishment I was receiving, a sudden sharp blow across the backs of my thighs made me yelp. Then while I was attempting to adjust to the misery of that blow, Buffy rained down a rapid succession of blows on my right buttock and another succession of blows on my left. My bottom was stinging with such intensity that I could almost believe it was on fire. Tears were welling up in my eyes when Buffy finally stopped spanking me.

"Sorry, Will," Buffy said after the spanking was over, and my bottom was seething with a riot of white-hot, stinging pain, "I went over the count. I think that was more like twenty or twenty-five."

"It's okay," I said through clenched teeth, "You're a stern prison guard. You're not supposed to show mercy to impertinent prisoners like me."

My bottom felt really hot and abused, but my pussy felt hotter and more intensely throbbing and needy than I could remember it ever feeling before. The intense corporal punishment hadn't quite driven me over the edge into orgasm, but it had come close. I could feel one wave of desire after another resonating through my body, heating my loins and making my nipples harden and swell until they ached.

I could feel my pussy overflowing with the juices of my desire, and I spread my thighs apart, knowing that Buffy had a birds-eye view of the juices gushing from my needy sex.

"You're really into getting punished, aren't you?" Buffy asked, obviously seeing the evidence of my arousal between my thighs.

I whimpered in response. I desperately needed Buffy to finish what she had started. If I didn't get an orgasm soon I was going to go insane.

Then I felt Buffy's fingers tracing delicate lines across the hollow between my thigh and my groin and I gasped.

"Willow Rosenberg," Buffy said admonishingly, "Do you have some sort of unhealthy B&D fixation?"

Without even thinking, I immediately replied, "If saying that I have a B&D fixation will get you to do naughty things in between my legs and make me cum, then yes, I have an unhealthy B&D fixation, an extraordinarily powerful, naughty, wanton, libidinous B&D fixation."

Buffy's amused, girlish laughter filled the room, and then she said, "Okay, Will. You don't have to brag about it."

I don't remember what I had intended to say after that, but I do remember that I lost the power of speech as Buffy placed her hands on my inner thighs, spread my legs further apart, and then I felt I one of her strong, capable hands cupping my palpitating pussy.

I was staring down at the floor, but I could feel Buffy's fingers on the swollen lips of my sex, and I moaned as Buffy rubbed her insistent fingers across my swollen nether lips and eventually found their way inside of me.

"Uuahhhuhhh," I moaned as Buffy probed my sex with her fingers.

Buffy's fingers were incredible, stimulating me in ways that made we squirm and whimper. I writhed uncontrollably while impaled and stuffed full, with Buffy's strong, insistent fingers. It didn't take long for Buffy to stimulate the right nerve endings and bring the building threat of orgasm into reality. My orgasm had been building in strength and intensity inside of me since before I'd stripped naked and now Buffy had unleashed it like a tidal wave being unleashed and drowning an entire coastal town. I came and came and came while Buffy's fingers impaled my pussy and controlled my orgasm from inside my sex. She was prolonging my orgasm, making me spasm, writhe and cry out, and it didn't seem as if Buffy would ever stop. I realized that I was going to have to beg before Buffy's merciless fingers ceased manipulating my sex and forcing agonizingly powerful waves to erupt from my sexual core.

My hips bounced up and down and I squirmed frantically on Buffy's lap and called out, "Buffy! Stop! Please stop! Buffy, sweetie! Please stop! Enough!"

"Well, if you're sure," Buffy said teasingly, and finally, removed her fingers from my sex and relinquished control of my libido.

I groaned, my pussy was incredibly tender, but I was basking in the delicious post-orgasm afterglow. My body went limp, flopping over like a rag doll, my body was utterly drained after such a powerful, bone-crushing orgasm.

I was utterly spent, and just wanted to lie there and not get up for at least another eight or nine hours, but then Buffy said, "Get off my lap, Will."

I couldn't seem to form words at this point, so I just made some inquisitive vowel sounds.

"Stern prison guards don't just give orgasms away for free," Buffy explained, "When a stern prison guard gives a prisoner an orgasm, she expects to get something in return. You're gonna have to get your mouth in between my legs and pay me for what I just did for you."

I realized Buffy had a point, and I began to move my weary body off of her lap, and knelt at her feet.