Free Tiny Smut to read. Collection #1. Spank.

Spanking: A Trio
By Shannon Barber copy-write 2011

I keep seeing her and I want to fuck her. I blame her husband.

The problem is they live next door to me and my bedroom shares a wall with their living room. Their living room is where things happen.

They are kinky, he likes to be tied up and spanked. I hear her pretty little hand hit his flesh and he makes these terrible and delicious helpless noises. Just by the tone I can tell that when she swings she hits that sweet spot on his butt, the one that an experienced spanker will hit over and over again until you cry.

I know that sound, I’ve made that sound many times and I miss feeling it forced out of my throat.

I turned everything in my room off; I’ve learned to recognize the particular rattle of their chosen restraints. I close my eyes, picturing myself bent over with my panties around my ankles and my ass presented to her.

I picture my hands pulled up and tied behind my back, my pussy gets wet. I roll over in my bed and hold one hand in the small of my back and rest the other cupped against my aching wanting cunt.

My hips rock to her rhythm. I chew my lips and grunt in time to the sounds he makes.

Slap. Groan. Whimper. Rock.

Over and over again.

When she barks at him to eat her pussy I’m done. I come, grinding against the hand still cupped against my cunt. The orgasm made that much better by jealousy and the dawning realization that being spanked is not my only kink.

#2

No one could really see the two women standing in the alley very clearly, granted it was late but not late enough for their mingled outline to be suspicious.

The two-backed woman beast shuffled, one head leaned in towards the other, lips drawn back, teeth showing.

“I saw what you did you little whore.”

The other head smiled, trying for Lolita sweetness and missing by a hair.

“What? She was hot you saw.”

The creature turned, tussling until one is pressed against the back wall of a building. Her panties were yanked over until one of her tender pale buttocks is exposed to the chilly air.

One head snarls in the others ear.

“Keep smiling baby.”

The other head whimpers.

“I’m sorry please-“

too late.

A wide palm landed on that tender butt with precision and force. The shot hit directly on a still fresh bruise from the night before.

One head moaned, the bunched crotch of her panties became a silken damp obstacle to the orgasm she wanted, air left her in a rush and she arches back, her feet moved apart to give the other access.

“Beg.”

The other head moved closer, lips to the others ear. Sharp teeth nibbling at tender flesh.

“Please, please here please. Please.”

The head smiled as she puts an arm around the other woman, leaning her over a scant bit more. Her greedy fingers moved down the front of the others panties with practiced ease. She anticipated what her girl needed.

The two-backed creature undulated in the darkness, right there in the street. Heads bent together, bodies moving as a single thing.

“Yes, yes please please, please.”

One head begged with her plaintive lust roughened voice, the other head smiled knowingly. Fingers moved, her clit got hard and anxious; she was already so aroused it didn’t take much.

Legs shook, one head leaned forward her mouth pressed tightly closed to keep the cries from escaping.

The other head bent, poised and waiting for the signal from the others cunt. The wet tightening of strong avaricious muscles pulling and squeezing, the trembling little belly, and the tightening of cords in the others neck.

When the last signal was thrown, one head whispered into the others ear.

“You are a filthy slut.”

Cooed words elicited the expected response, the other head turns away, eyes squeezed closed as the orgasm floods her body with tremors and light.

The woman beast with two backs giggled, both heads panting and smiling as the air kissed their flushed faces. The creature separated and the one becomes two again, the two straightened themselves up and kissed sweetly.

Together they walked out of the area, holding hands and smiling their secret smiles, knowing their beast would emerge again.

#3

Consequences are a motherfucker and I should know better. I don’t know why I keep doing it, no wait I’m lying.

I’m doing it because I feel like I’m 13 again and can’t hide my hard on in the locker room. I’m doing it because fundamentally, I don’t think things will work out in my favor so I might as well piss him off so I don’t have to get rejected.

Yes, it’s stupid I know.

Fact is, I am so hot for him.

He’s big and chubby; he has tattoos and just looks mean. He’s my type.

Every time I see him at the gym my dick starts getting hard and then I get angry because he rarely looks at me twice, and then I start messing with him. I follow him around, being one of those gym douchebags who gives unwanted advice. I just want to be close to him and he has put up with me until recently.

He was in the empty classroom stretching when I walked in, smirking like a jack ass.

“You should really use the straps for that stretch it’s more effective-“

he came up on me fast and got in my face.

“The fuck is your problem?”

I was still smirky and trying to play it off.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing it right.”
He shoved me away and I almost fainted. I know that’s dramatic but he’s just so fucking strong. I had to leave the gym I couldn’t even finish my stupid work out because all I wanted to do was jerk off.

Since then things between he and I have gotten progressively weirder. I think I’m getting a little stalkerish, I know I am because when I realized that he was using the gym late at night I started going late at night too.

It’s been three weeks and most nights we’re the only two around. A few days ago I decided it’s time to make a move or shut up about it.

Tonight is the night.

I’m pretending to do crunches when I see him walk in, he doesn’t look at me and heads for his usual spot to stretch. It’s time.

I follow him into the classroom where he’s on one of the larger padded mats, while his head is turned I walk over and stand over him. My mouth waters when his quadriceps flex under his skin, I want to lick it.

“Hey man.”

He looks up at me without changing position.

“What the fuck do you want kid?”

This is why I’m not his type. Despite being well into my mid-thirties I look like a kid. He likes manly men and I while being one in spirit, in the flesh I’m a skinny almost smooth twink.

“I’m not a fucking kid. I came over to say hello and see if you want to go out and get a drink.”

He straights up and stands, hands on his hips and the look he’s giving me pushes a button in my head that no one has ever touched. My cock gets hard and I get angry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me and I push him hard.

“Who the fuck are you looking at like that?”

I’m winding up for a good rant, fine he wants to look at me like that I’ll give him a piece of my-

Before the thought is done he grabs me and flips me onto the floor. I hit hard and I can barely breath, my cock is harder than it was a minute ago and I feel him twist my arm behind my back and push it just to the threshold of pain.

“Who the fuck are you bucking up to little man?”

I’m trying to squirm away and get my arm loose and not grind my cock against the floor all at once. The tone of his voice sends me somewhere and I make a noise I’ve never heard come out of my mouth.

I just fucking keened.

I can’t say anything, I want something to happen but I don’t know what. He yanks my shorts down with his free hand and starts spanking me. His hands are huge and hard, it feels like my entire ass is on fire and my dick is so hard it is starting to get sore and I’m going to start crying.

While the tears are welling up in my eyes, my dick is getting so hard. I try to lift my hips a little bit but he has me pinned. Between the hard smacks on my ass, his big meaty thigh holding me down and the friction between my cock and shorts is driving me insane.

Tears start streaming down my cheeks and I can hear myself whimpering and making greedy little fuck noises. I want him to spank me more, I want him to fuck me, hell I’d be happy to sit in the corner by myself and jerk off if would let me.

He won’t.

When he stops spanking me so I can catch my breath, my entire ass is burning and stinging, somehow the slight movement of cooler air across my bare buttocks makes it hurt more. His leg moves a little bit and I start to struggle harder.

I realize what’s happening as I notice that I’m not struggling anymore, my hips are grinding against the ground. My foremost thoughts are consumed by one thing, I’m so close to coming, so close right there in my shorts. My second thoughts are pure joy.

I am a heaving grunting animal, when his big hand caresses my sore bottom and pinches it, it’s all over. I press my hips down, my back arching as the come spurts out of my cock and into my jock. He gives me one last big swat and I’m howling, squirming and shuddering, still crying.

“You listen to me. Get cleaned up, be a good boy and I might take you home for more.”

My eyes are closed and all I can do is smile as his weight lifts and I hear him walk out of the room. I wipe my face on my shirt and get up to follow him to the showers, my mouth aching to show him what a good boy I can be.


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