-smack- “Six.”
-smack- “Seven.”
-smack- “Eight.”
-smack- “Nine.”
-smack- “Ten.” Kat sounded almost bored by the time she reached ten, but she went a little rigid as she felt his fingers rub against her ass rather than spank it. Then his fingers dipped between her spread legs and probed her slit, pushing her clit even harder against the arm of the sofa. She was slick, but now she was aware of it.
-Smack- “Eleven.” Kat continued the count. The wetness on his fingers had made it sting a little bit, and it felt stronger than before. Just a little.
-Smack- “Twelve.” Kat continued to count all the way to -Smack- “Twenty.” His fingers dipped into her again, and she relaxed a little, moaning into the pillow.
Her ass was a canvas of red, with most of his strikes coming directly behind her. Now he changed the angle so that the strikes came from directly above, still alternating cheeks with each strike, and this time a little stronger than the previous twenty.
-SMack- “Twenty-one.” Kat gasped.
-SMack- “Twenty-two.” Kat’s thighs squeezed together a little, and she pressed her crotch onto the sofa arm to escape the force that rubbed her clit indirectly.
-SMack- “Twenty-three…” All the way to -SMack- “Thirty.” Kat sighed. “How many do I-” She cut off as she felt something else probe against her entrance. It definitely wasn’t his finger. It was a lot thicker than that. She looked behind her as best she could, but he still held her wrist in one hand and didn’t let her turn far.
“Are you ready?” Arthur asked. “I’m going to fuck you while I spank you.”
“Oh god, finally.” Kat shuddered at the thought of it. “Let me use my hands to brace?”
Arthur let go of her wrist, and she brought her hands under her to pick herself up a little and brace herself against him. He pressed against her from behind, and she could feel his tip part her lips as her slick juices soaked him as he pressed against her. She shuddered as he slid slowly in, then gasped as he brought his hand up to strike the underside of her ass even harder than before.
-SMAck- “Thirty-.” Kat gasped as he slid in just a fraction of an inch more. “-one.” She finished the count.
-SMACk- “Thirty-two.” Kat clenched her eyes and groaned, pushing back against him to push him further into her than the tantalizingly slow slide he seemed to want to maintain. She didn’t gain much purchase, but she felt he’d moved further in than before.
-SMACK- “Thirty-three!” Kat shuddered as she felt Arthur start to slide out and then back in. “Oh my god. Arthur. Please. FUCK ME.” She shuddered just saying it. “Pin me down and fuck the shit out of me right the fuck now!”
-SMACK- “Oh my god! Thirty-Four!” Kat yelled. “Please.” She whined.
-SMACK- “Thirty-Five.” She gasped as he rammed into her this time and then grabbed onto her hips.
-SMACK!- “Thirty-Six!” Kat yelled as she winced at the sudden flair of pain from the smack that came stronger than before.
-SMACK!!- “Yellow Light!” Kat yelled. “That’s it, that’s the limit!” She gasped out as Arthur continued to fuck her. With her pain tolerance established, he did just as she hoped and focused entirely on fucking her.
The next few minutes were a blur as he sawed in and out of her, never entirely withdrawing. He fucked her hard and fast, shoving her face into the sofa cushions to cut off her screams as she tried to keep up with the count. Every time he withdrew, he spanked her, shifting direction and alternating cheeks. By the end, her ass was hot red, her legs were soaked with her wetness, and she’d screamed her way through another orgasm without reprieve.
Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Kat felt his dick spasm inside her. She arched her back and head up with a sudden intake of breath as he filled her. She clawed the sofa, dislodging the cushions, and as she reared up, Arthur reached forward and grabbed her by the tits. She came again. Her whole body seized, but she had no air left for a scream. She silently gasped out, flailing until she felt Arthur’s strong arms take her up and hold her tight so that she didn’t hurt herself. She spasmed against him, milking his cock with her insides for all she was worth, and then she collapsed.
She woke up looking up at the ceiling of her living room. She could feel the sofa cushions under her back, with one leg sliding off the floor. Arthur was kneeling next to the sofa, a glass of water in his hand.
“Drink this.” Arthur told her.
She tried to sit up a little but felt dizzy, so she stopped part way through.
“Deep breaths.” Arthur warned her.
“What happened?” She asked.
“You uh… you passed out.” Arthur said. “I don’t think you got enough air during that last orgasm. You were only out for a few seconds, but still.” He looked worried, but Kat could hardly imagine why. From where she lay, the world felt the best it ever had, even if it was a mess between her legs.
“Thank you.” Kat said with a smirk. “I’ll be okay. I just need to catch my breath.” She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You said that already.” Arthur pointed out. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m on cloud nine right now.” Kat assured him. “This is exactly what I needed. I can’t wait for our next lesson.”
She reached for him and cupped his face in her hand. “Do I get a grade on fucking?”
Arthur smirked. “B minus.”
“B Minus?!?!?” Kat yelled as she bolted upright.
Arthur laughed. “Don’t worry. We’ll just have to keep practicing.”
Kat rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him with a pillow. “You’re afraid I won’t fuck you if you give me an A?” She chuckled. “Don’t worry. Something tells me I’ll need that kind of fucking regularly for a while. Selene was right; the stress relief, all of it, I feel amazing.” Kat sighed.
“Speaking of Selene…” Arthur looked toward her front door. “With your evaluation over, I should really get back.”
“Not yet.” Kat shook her head. “Can we…” She hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
Arthur seemed to intuit what she wanted without making her ask for it. He nodded, climbed onto the couch behind her, and laid down. He held her close with his arms wrapped around her and his head on the arm of the sofa. She felt small in his arms and warm against him, with the heat coming off her ass cheeks bathing his cock in a comfortable warmth that was both stimulating and relaxing.
Neither of them meant to drift off, but they were so comfortable, so at peace, and so exhausted that they had little choice in the matter. Once their eyes closed, it was a matter of hours before they opened again.