Why is it that naughty girls such as you find on Red Ass Teens make us blind with lust, not rage? They misbehave, since they crave our heavy hand on their tight behinds and how can we say no to givign them the punishment that they want. Just read the story below and you’ll know that some ladies really are asking for it, since the sting of playful, but well-placed slap on this ass is exactly what this little vixen is fixing to get from her man…

I love it when you punish me.

It doesn’t matter whether I’ve done anything wrong.

You decide I’ve been naughty and I need to be punished.

Your voice changes and becomes deeper and sterner.

“Come here,” you command softly.

Sometimes you’ll lead me downstairs, where you’ll strip me and bring the hot kiss of your whip down onto my quivering flesh. I’ll shake and moan, my juices flowing from between my legs as you work my breasts, ass and back with a crop or cat o’ nine tails.

Or you’ll do as you do today, seating yourself in a chair and staring at me with dark, expectant eyes.

Without a word, I reach under my skirt and pull my panties down. I’m wet with anticipation and quivering from that look in your eye. The look that enslaves me every time.

You pat your lap and I lean obediently over your knees.

I feel cool air on my ass and pussy as you lift my skirt over my hips and then you’re warm palm smoothes over me.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, knowing what’s coming next.

“And bad girls need to be punished.”

“Yes.”

For a split second, I think you’re just going to pet me and then the first slap hits my flesh. I jump at the sudden sting of it, yelping at the pain, forcing myself not to struggle. I know this will get better and that with every slap you’ll fill me with heat.

I moan as the spanking continues, loving the contrast between the soothing strokes and stinging slaps of your hand. When you pause to reach between my legs, I moan. I am craving one hard thrust into my pussy, but won’t get it until you’re finished.
I need you and your punishment.