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This Morning I Was Spanked By A Perverted Old Man!
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
This morning I was spanked by a very perverted old man. I'm rather
upset about it. I figure if I write down the details then I will
be able to burn this letter and it will be GONE. Just like HIM!
When I went in the living room this morning, expecting to see
my Master I was surprised to find this guy with a Mexico blanket
draped across his shoulders. Yeah, sure the house is cold early
in the morning and even spankers get cold, but I just couldn't
keep my big mouth shut and said to him.
"You look like an OLD man sitting there, I don't want to get spanked
by an OLD MAN!" Then of course I stomped.
Well, he grabbed my arm and that old man threw me across his lap!
He started spanking me and talking in this perverted old man voice
too! He spanked me right on my sweatpants and I knew I was in
BIG trouble cus it hurt pretty bad, and he sneered in that old
man voice and said, "I might be an old man but old men spank hard
don't they!"
I started yelling, "No it hurts, Oww it hurts" but of course those
are the words that just feed the spanking frenzy of a pervert
like this old guy. He yanked down my sweatpants and my panties
all in one motion and told me that it didn't hurt enough cus this
old man was going to spank me on my bare hiney!
I mean, this was really hurting. His hands are hard, ruff and
they stung! I started to kick and reach back to stop him. You
would think he would notice that I was screaming and screeching.
But no! That old pervert grabbed my hand and continued to spank
me. My foot even tried to get in the way of that hand but nothing
seemed to stop this guy! It was like he was enjoying it! The more
I kicked and screamed the harder he spanked!
I started yelling that it hurt but of course that didn't work
cus he used the old line "Spankings are supposed to hurt" For
a moment my safeword popped into my mind, I actually formed the
word on my lips. But then for some very strange reason it just
wouldn't come out. I think cus I knew deep down inside that I
deserved this spanking, even more then the old pervert knew.
This was the point at which I started to relax a bit. It probably
wasn't apparent to the old man, but instead of struggling to free
my hand from his, I was now clutching his hand tightly. My voice
sounded very very sorry as I told him that I would be good, I
promised to be a good girl.
His reply to this was to pick up the hairbrush. He started to
spank me with that green hairbrush and it stung! He concentrated
on the very bottom of my bottom. I can feel it now, the burn of
that hairbrush as I sit here typing almost six hours later! I
gritted my teeth and small little whimpers started coming out
of my mouth. After a number of strokes with the hairbrush, that
mean old pervert said I obviously didn't think it stung enough
and he switched back to his hand!
I was getting quite distressed at this point. I felt that if I
struggled he spanked harder and if I didn't struggle he spanked
harder. His grip tightened around me as I again started reaching
back to stop his hand and kicking. It seemed to me that the more
I screamed the more he enjoyed himself. I of course, couldn't
hold my tongue, and called him a pervert at this point. Why oh
why can't I control my mouth? I think calling him a pervert only
encouraged him to become more perverted.
Suddenly his hand stopped spanking, and he took his big fat perverted
finger and pushed it right against my poor little butt hole. I
never even imagined during the spanking how my bottom had looked
to him, it was probably wiggling and squirming around just tempting
him to touch it. Now here he was, trying to poke that big fat
dry finger into my poor innocent little hole! I screamed out a
big fat OWWWWW to that and clenched as tightly as I could. He
laughed, which of course didn't make me feel any better about
my chances here, and he started moving his fingers down lower
and right into my pussy.
Now this was just TOO much. He spanked me and now goes and feels
that I am all wet down there. He started sliding his fingers in
and out and what do I do? Do I protest and cry and kick? NO, I
am just so thankful that he isn't spanking me anymore that I get
all quiet and behave. I just can't believe how I let him do that
and didn't protest! He occasionally would stop probing and tickling
my pussy and would spank me, I think to show me who was boss,
and then would quickly go back to his perverted ways. I just felt
like such a victim. If I protest I get spanked, if I don't and
he keeps this up I am going to cum right on his hand!
Well, I did come on his hand. I came and came hard. I was never
so angry in all my life. I bet he was just smirking his head off
when that happened. Then he told me to go and lay face down on
the couch. I was more then happy not to have to look at him at
this point. I crawled over to the couch from the loveseat and
covered my face with my hands. I didn't even care that my butt
was showing, I only knew that I didn't want him looking at my
face.
Then that old pervert with the Mexico blanket around his shoulders
sat on the tops of my legs. He put his hard cock in me too. His
hands slipped around me and he acted like he owned me or something
as he fucked me hard. At one point he even kneeled and spread
my cheeks so he could get a better view of what he was doing.
He probably liked the way my butt was all red and sore looking.
I am embarrassed to admit it, but I lifted up for him and it felt
really good as he made those final few strokes into me.
The old man came in me and then collapsed on top of me panting.
GEeesh. He even waited on top of me resting till he felt IT slip
out of me, then laughed! Him and his Mexico blanket walked down
the hall to the bathroom and that's the last I saw of him.
I sure as heck hope he isn't back again tomorrow morning.
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