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Bride To Be; Before The VeilChapter 5: Bridal My Very Special Santa free porn video
Ballet is demanding and to be good at it you must be unwavering as you dance and move in little more than underwear and tights. Such devotion to the motions, the perfect ion of a stage curtsy and dedication to work through the pain that rains down on the dancer who only is satisfied with perfection.
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My Very Special Santa soon knew of my heart and soul’s art form pursuit. Being a good submissive much like an artist/dancer of the ballet is dedicated solely to the rigors of dance. And, lastly, due to these wants, needs and desires I was about to become his dutiful lass.
Chapter One:
Bad little girls come in all ages and sizes, only at Christmas the anonymity of Santa adds to the usual suspects whom could be spanked for a host of reasons. That’s what made I was finding considering my still warm behind that this was the most wonderful time of the year.
“Do you know what happens to bad little girls at Christmas?”
I knew in my heart I was not only a cutie, but a real beauty and I knew how to play the part. But, she
I was neither thin nor petite. However, she did possess the roundest bottom of the three AZD, Alpha Zee Delta Sorority Sisters at my college.
Like many I felt my long shiny blonde hair was an asset, but it was my hiney that set of baby-fat plump cheeks that got the guys looking and when she had a visible panty line they saluted. All of a sudden before I could ask what was the matter, he pulled me the stunned young lady once again up and across his lap
So, at this point I was back over my Secret Santa’s lap, she kicked and wiggled and did her best to get her reddening bottom out of the way of the burn from the swats of the wood-backed hairbrush. Santa looked down before he began.
I Hike My Hiney:
Art, my Secret Santa raised me slightly by raising up one leg up, so my tightly clothed bottom was balanced over the higher knee and my hiney made a better target. Then, he set about flipping her short green dress up exposing her skin tight red panty-clad bottom with decorative white lace trim. it shined in the light of the Santa Hut.
By now, Santa was mesmerized by the way my tight red panties clung to the muscles of my lower fleshy baby-fat behind. But, that wasn’t the main attraction for my Santa. He could make out my butt crack delineated and perfect bisecting my cute cheeks.
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“You have a lovely bottom!” Santa said
He saluted her ass as he raised his hand high to start spanking Gwyn on her silky thin red panty clad bottom.
Instead in a move that even surprised him he lowered his hand and rubbed the seat of the cool silky thin panties and Gwyn moaned in want instead of in pain.
Santa felt the nylon panty material and cupped the baby fat her butt muscles offered, rolling and massaging his palms deep into her ass flesh.
Gwyn’s moans were those of arousal as she naughtily wiggled her ass smiling to herself. She believed that her promised spanking was about to become history.
Gwyn should have known better never to underestimate a man and since Santa was a man’s man he had the balls to keep his mind on the job at hand as she raised and pushed her red panty-clad bottom up in his face.
The pretty shoulder length blonde haired adult acting like a child should have realized that her spanking was inevitable as her Secret Santa was a strict disciplinarian with a very strong right arm and her attempts to stop her spanking were futile.
Oh well she thought at least I got a little wet from him deeply rubbing my panty clad bottom. That pleasant thought was her last as her Santa raised his hand high above her visibly trembling panty-clad bottom and began spanking Gwyn with spanks that peppered both cheeks of her bottom covering and building the heat down into the skin of her butt flesh meat as she squirmed seductively her threatened thinly panty clad posterior.
At first Gwyn’s butt moved but not a sound could be heard in thehut
room except, SPANK! SWAT! His confident hand met panty in a rain of spanks that were becoming more brisk and rapid.
The cumulative effect was beginning to show as murmured under her breath. Her Santa stopped her punishment and Gwyn felt his nail dig into her ass crack as he grasped the waistband of her lace trimmed panties and pulled them down with authority revealing her reddening bottom skin. The cool air felt good on her hot red butt cheeks but not for long.
My Secret Santa noticed a stain in the crotch of Gwyn’s panties which announced her sexual prowess as did her bottom twitch.
The thought Santa knew her panties were stained with her love juices made her coltish legs tremble as her stern lover prepared to continue her spanking with his wide meaty hand, first removing her shiny sheer red panties and forcing her legs wide apart to expose her in a more inviting though humiliating fashion.
“Look at that your pink pucker is winking at me”, he told Gwyn.
Gwyn realized just how vulnerable she was with her most private hole exposed to her Santa.
Gwyn gasped loudly and puffed out her cheeks looking up at him.
But, it was nothing more than a silly side.
Santa told Gwyn “you’ve got a good spanking coming young lady” he informed her. SPANK!
His hand landed with a loud report on bare resilient feminine flesh.
“OWWW” the pain of the spanks caused her to fart as she snapped her shiny long blonde haired head back and her pretty mouth opened in a wide oval as a loud cry of anguish emerged from Gwyn’s throat.
SPANK!
Before the young lady could react to the first bare spank, Santa’s punishing hand landed again, this time squarely against her curvaceous plump right butt cheek.
“OWWW”
Gwyn looked back up at Santa and pouted at him as Santa watched her pink white legs flashing up her tampon string visible between her open thighs as her blonde haired vagina and head jerking up and back.
Gwyn’s POV:
My ploy to end my spanking when it really had begun to hurt had failed and Santa’s spanking of me had continued with a zealous appetite on his part, but now it was my femme challenge to cease his spanking while my bottom was still intact without a lasting hurt while relishing the stingy feeling that made feel alive for the sexual circus I was now plotting.
A strange feeling worked its way up into my loins as I lay over the lap of my Secret Santa.
I began to be honest with myself and acknowledge that I actually enjoyed being spanked by him, well as long as it didn’t get to serious. “Hee, Hee.”
Sure he was spanking me and my ass was turning considerably redder, but I was handling it just fine, thank you sir. Actually I was quite proud of myself.
The pain in my butt was manageable and I was not squirming around and crying like a little girl of eight certainly would. Boy that would really humiliate me!
Instead I was relishing the dreamy feel of the masculine hand on my bottom actually pressing my bottom up in the air to meet his stingy spanks.
Unknown to my dear Santa I was spinning a web and he was being reeled into the silky bonds where I could derail his spanking and replace it with a passionate love session. Soon I would be winning a bout of another kind in the bedroom!
Spank! Splat! To my bottom, “Spank”, a none to gentle spank across my ass crack.
Spank! Whack! To the lower butt, Spank!, a harder spank across the back of my thighs.
“Ouch”, she had to swallow a gulp of air to keep from crying out.
Spank! Crack! too her bottom, Spank!, a very stingy spank across my ass crack.
“Ouch”, Mouth opened wide; I had to swallow another gulp of air to keep from crying out.
I must stay firm to my plan not to let him know how much my bright red butt was hurting me.
Santa positioned me further so that her bottom lay propped upover his now slightly right thigh in perfect spanking position.
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Art, whom I knew as my Secret Santa gazed down at the twenty-something, round, twin mounds lying over his knee and ran his hand around the soft orbs in a circular motion and spoke to Gwyn.
“This is my delectable bottom to do with as I choose!”he told her in his deep, soft voice,
“Mine to look at ... mine to pat when you are good ... and mine to spank when you are naughty!”
Art added on a harsher note, delivering a sharp swat to the aforementioned area and bringing forth a squeal from Gwyn and a huge gulp of air into her stomach.
Gwyn whimpered and squirmed as his large hand alternately rubbed like a hard massage and lightly spanked her Christmas- red bottom.
“Don’t spank me ... please, Santa,” Gwyn implored him tearfully, “I don’t want any more spanking’!”
Art felt Gwyn had had enough. He gingerly pulled up her festive red panties which matched her bottom. Her Secret Santa stood up, shared a few words in her ear and let the well- spanked blue-eyed girl go back upstairs. He watched as she put her hands behind her back and rubbed the seat of her red panties that now matched her butt.
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