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Per Subiugum Libertas Part 3 (Mf bdsm) by Foxbat


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Per Subiugum Libertas Part 3 by Foxbat




   After a couple of under-the-desk blowjobs, I decided it was time to
move things to the next level, and that it would be wise to change
venues.  So, I told her to show up at my on-campus apartment on Friday
afternoon.

   I was not in the least bit in love with her, but there were still
things about her which I liked.  First, she was so transparent: her
face, her body language, her eyes told you every little thought that
passed through her head.  Secondly, there was such tremendous internal
conflict within her, issues of teenage-girl self-esteem, fascination
with the forbidden, inhuman determination pitted against guilt and
shame.  It was like watching Emerson's battle of the ants - you could
see it all happening so clearly.

   ***

   Friday afternoon, I heard timid knocking on my door.  I opened it,
and Didi nearly leapt into the room.  I could imagine the adrenaline
that must be present - although the odds of getting caught were really
very low, she was nonetheless on tenterhooks.

   I decided to start the games.  "Strip!" I ordered, and with only
momentary hesitation, she did.  I did as well.  If I were less of a
man, her constant eye-contact thing would really have weirded me out.

   "I still need to punish you for your refusal to masturbate earlier
this week."

   I sat down on the couch, and arranged her so that she was face
down, lying over my lap.  I don't think the reality of the situation
penetrated her head until after the first two or three blows landed on
her ass, leaving angry red hand-prints.  A sob choked out of her, and
I pinned her her hands against the small of her back.

   It wasn't that the pain had so easily brought her to tears; rather,
the tears which were always just under the surface were allowed to
flow.  Tears of stress, frustration, petty jealousy, and the myriad of
quotidian anxieties poured out between sobs, as I rained down pain.

   Nothing gets me harder than a little bit of the ultraviolence, and
it wasn't long before my cock began stirring.  With her bent over my
lap, there was no where for it go but up.  I could feel the head
pushing against the V of her mound.  She shifted slightly, and parted
her legs just enough to let the upwards progression continue, as I
felt myself growing lengthwise through her moist folds.  Her quivering
took on a new tone as she moved less to avoid my strikes, and more to
grind and slide against my cock.

   I continued the spanking as she muffled her screams of pain/lust in
the cushions next to me, thrashing through a small orgasm.  I stopped
hitting her, and waited for her to come down.


   ***

   When she had calmed, I informed her that she had been greedy by
coming without thinking of me.  Without a word, she began to get on
her knees.

   "I thought you said you could be a good girlfriend..." I said with
a sly grin, reminding her of her earlier implied promise.  Again,
without speaking, she climbed up on the couch, and straddled me (with
her feet, not on her knees), and guided my cock towards her pussy.

   She was warm, wet, tight, and amazing.  I pinched her nipples as
she sank lower, her eyes boring into me, that look of surprise and
pleasure on her face that girls get on being penetrated.  After a few
slow strokes, I pulled her down and fucked her as hard as I could.

   I slammed into her, pulled her hair, stood up and crushed her
against the wall.  I slapped my pelvis against hers, I fucked her
hard.  The old Norse word from which "fuck" derives meant "to strike,"
and I fucked her for all the pent-up frustrations in me, for the
pretty girls who had snubbed me, for the times Didi had been annoying
and accusing, for the times I wanted to destroy something beautiful, I
fucked her.

   ***

   When we were done, we lay there, both enjoying that state of
post-coital bliss, the blankness, the rebirth.  In that calm, life
seemed not-so-bad, and the little things that drove us to a frenzy
were again background noise.




Maybe one more part on the way.





As always, I love to hear comments/criticism/thoughts.  Foxbat00@gmail.com

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