I really didn’t want to go back to the room.  I tried to find ways to distract Ruckus and keep his attention drawn away from the return because I knew I was going to get the first of the three spankings my stupid mouth had earned me the second we returned.  The first two I didn’t feel like I deserved, but the third one was definitely a case of open mouth, insert foot.  I would take that one just because I learned my new favorite phrase—ugly old oaf.  Ruckus was far from ugly, and while he had taken a few hits in his day, he wasn’t that old.  Oaf, I could kind of agree with.

“Oh look, they have a Louis Vuitton store!”  I took Ruckus by the hand and tried to pull him towards it.

“We’ve done enough window shopping.  Let’s head back to the room.”  He didn’t move, so I was basically trying to tug a statue.

“Fine...”  I pouted and started walking back towards the elevators.

“I know exactly what you’re doing.”  He chuckled and gave me a playful swat on my ass.  “I might not be the smartest guy in the world, but you’re not going to distract me forever.”

“Who says I was trying to distract you?”  I turned towards him and smiled.  “Maybe I really like Louis Vuitton.”

“I’m guessing you’ve never spent two grand on a purse before.”  He shook his head back and forth.

“I can now.”  I hit the button on the elevator once we arrived.  “You made me rich.”

“Hardly.  You’ll be broke before you finish college.”  He took my hand when the elevator arrived and walked inside.

“I really didn’t mean what I said earlier.  We could forget the spanking and get right back to sex.  I know how much you like that.”  I slid closer and ran my hand along his crotch.

“From virgin to feisty little tease.”  He chuckled.  “No, you’re going over my knee and then we’re going to have sex.”

“You’re mean.”  I pouted as the elevator arrived at our floor and folded my arms across my chest.  “I’m offering you all this and you’d rather spank me.”

“I’m going to spank you, fuck you, spank you again, fuck you again, spank you for the last time, fuck you—and then put you on your knees in front of me on the couch for the rest of the evening.”  He took me by the wrist and started walking towards the room.

“Oh my god, will there be dinner at some point?”  I didn’t immediately follow and he pulled me along behind him.

“Yeah, you’re getting a nice fat cock.  I’ll probably have a burger.”  He swiped the key card once we arrived at the suite.

Ruckus wasn’t kidding about anything he said.  I probably shouldn’t have expected him to formulate such a clever joke in his thick head.  The second we got to the couch, my jeans and panties went to the floor and he wore my ass out with his hard, calloused hand.  I was in tears before it was over and the fire that he lit on my ass didn’t go out until he made me cum once we were in bed together.  That would have been the perfect end to the day, if it wasn’t just the beginning.

“Okay.”  He walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.  “Back over my knee you go.”

“Ruckus, please, my ass is still sore.”  I turned it towards him. “And red...”

“I’d call that a light shade of pink.  You earned three spankings and you’re going to get them.”  He took me by the wrist and pulled me across his knee with one tug.

The second spanking was no joke.  He reignited the fire that had barely simmered out and made it roar like an inferno.  When it was over, I hopped around the room holding my ass in my hand until he tackled me and forced his cock deep into my pussy.  It wasn’t a bucket of water on the fire, but it was a splash.  The only salvation my ass had was that it took him a lot longer to cum the second time.  Even better, he was practically exhausted so we were able to lay tangled in our embrace for almost an hour.  I kept praying he would go to sleep, but right when I thought he was close, he got up to go to the bathroom.  I knew my ass would belong to him when he got back, so I decided not to fight it.

“I’m proud to take my next spanking.”  I twisted my lips and smiled when he came back.  “It was actually deserved.”

“Is that so?”  He leaned over and pulled his belt out of his jeans. “Then I guess we should get on with it, then.”

“Wait, you never mentioned you were going to use your belt!”  I shook my head back and forth rapidly.

“I thought you were suffering quite nicely over my knee, but if you’re so eager to go back there, then clearly it isn’t enough.”  He snapped his belt in his hand and I cringed.

“No, please don’t put me over your knee.”  I folded my hands in front of me.  “Please!”

“Nice try.  Bend over the edge of the bed.”  He snapped his belt again.

“Ruckus...”  I whined, but I did what he said and leaned over the edge of the bed.

“Ugly.”  He swung his belt and it landed across my flesh.

“Ow!”  I squealed and twisted on the bed.

“Old.”  He swung it a second time and it overlapped the first.

“Ouch!”  I threw my head back and squealed even louder.

“Oaf.”  He landed a third, criss-crossing the first two.

“Fucking hell!  Ow!”  I felt my whole body writhe on the bed.

“Yes, I guess I am.”  He threw the belt down on the floor and crawled into bed.

“That’s it?”  I raised my eyebrows when I realized he was done.

“I guess not.”  He started moving back towards the edge of the bed.

“No!  That was awful.  Worst punishment ever!”  I managed to get my hand around his cock before he got off the bed and he paused.  “Please, I’ve been punished.  Now I’m supposed to get this.”

“Why don’t you get on top for a little while.”  He scooted back towards the middle of the bed.  “I worked hard punishing you and I need a break.”

My ass stung from the belt, but I felt so much relief that he only gave me three smacks that I was eager to show him my gratitude.  I straddled his abdomen and sank down on his cock until my pussy was against his muscular pelvis.  I started moving my hips, rising up as far as I could, before bringing my body crashing down on him.  I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest, getting more support so I could move even faster.  It didn’t take me long to realize that it was going to take a considerable amount of time for him to cum again, which was probably why he put me on top.  Ruckus might not have been smart about some things, but he definitely had a good grasp of sex.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”  I threw my head back and felt my pussy starting to spasm.

“You probably got a few more of those coming before I’m ready.”  He let his hands rest on my hips and I continued bouncing on his cock.

I rode his cock for what felt like an eternity.  My legs were shaking and I had already been through three orgasms.  He normally exploded when he felt me spasming on his dick, but we had fucked so many times that I was starting to get concerned he couldn’t go again.  He was still hard as a rock, throbbing like he always did, but he just seemed content with letting me keep my pussy on his cock until the sun went down.  I slumped down, barely able to move my hips and he shifted his knees.  I fell flat across his chest and he started thrusting upwards into me.  He grunted and, with the recharge he had, he was able to move his hips so fast they felt like a jackhammer—it amplified the stinging left on my ass as well.

“Now I’m gonna cum in you.”  He pulled my neck closer and started kissing it.  “I want to feel you cum again.”

“Oh god...”  I moaned and purred loudly, feeling my body let go.

I wasn’t sure what started to fill my pussy.  It certainly felt like cum, but it seemed like it should be a scientific impossibility considering the number of times he had already fucked me.  I orgasmed as he unloaded and massaged his cock with my bliss.  He hammered me until he was spent and then his muscles relaxed.  I was done.  There was nothing that could have moved me off his chest except his powerful arms.  Luckily, he wrapped them around me and our exhausted, sweat covered bodies drifted to sleep.

***

I WOKE UP A SHORT TIME later after a dreamless nap and felt like I had enough energy to stand.  I used the bathroom, chugged a Red Bull, and sat down on the couch.  My pussy and ass were so sore that it I couldn’t find a comfortable seated position so I stretched out on my stomach and flipped on the television.  Even that hurt.  My abdominal muscles felt like someone had just taken a meat grinder to them.  That meat grinder’s name was Ruckus and he was starting to mess with my head.  I walked into his suite with one simple goal but I was starting to feel something different.  I was starting to like the things he was doing to me.

He leaves me sore.  He pounds me until there is nothing left.  He spanks me without a care in the world for my suffering.  Why am I wishing he would wake up and put me on the floor between his knees right now?

I had never read the 50 Shades books like Abby had, but I watched the movies with her.  Nothing about the lifestyle they portrayed interested me.  The idea of a dominant man and a sweet submissive woman just sounded like a man’s fantasy.  Abby certainly thought there was more to it.  As I lay there with the marks from Ruckus’ belt glowing on my ass, I started to wonder if there was more to it than what I perceived on the screen.  Perhaps I was the kind of girl that could be turned on by that sort of thing.  I felt my pussy starting to get wet and I shoved my hand underneath me, rubbing my clitoris as I thought about Ruckus giving me a lot more than three lashes with his thick leather belt.

Give me another one, Ruckus.  Show me how bad I’ve been.

I started to get turned on to the point I was moaning.  My pussy was so sore that it was hard to even feel pleasure, but I still rubbed my clitoris as hard as I could.  I opened my mouth and took in deep breaths, exhaling sharply as I pictured his muscular frame wielding the thick leather of my remorse like a surgeon.  I got really close to an orgasm, but it just wouldn’t come.  I had spent so much energy during the day that it was practically impossible.  I opened my eyes slowly and then they bulged out of my head when I saw Ruckus standing only a few feet from me.  I yanked my hand away quickly and felt my heart trying to pound straight out of my chest.

“Don’t stop because I’m watching.  I’m enjoying the show.”  He reached down and parted his bathrobe to stroke his cock, which was already hard.

“How long have you been watching?”  I felt terrified, but strangely aroused.

“A few minutes.”  He rubbed his entire length and smiled.  “I was afraid you’d hear me if I did anything about this dick, but now that you know I’m here, why don’t you keep going.”

“Only if you help me play out the fantasy I was thinking about.”  I slid my hand back under my abdomen.

“That sounds fun.”  He grinned and nodded.

“Go get your belt.”  I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply.

Ruckus stared at me with a blank look on his face for what seemed like an eternity.  After all the sexually depraved things he had done to me, my request actually gave him pause.  He even stopped stroking his cock and instead just held it in his hand.  He finally released his grip and walked back to the bedroom.  When he returned clutching the leather in his hand, just the image of him holding it made me tingle.  I spread my legs, lifted my ass, and started to rub my clitoris again when he got to the couch.

“I’ve never met a girl that actually like this sort of thing.”  He held his belt loose at his side.  “I’m usually the one getting off on it.”

“Shut up and teach me a lesson I’ll never forget.”  I moaned and bit down on the couch.  “You hot-as-fuck, delicious-as-sin, ugly old oaf.”

He didn’t hold back.  He brought the belt down against my flesh with the same ferocity he had earlier when I was actually being punished.  I screamed, but I didn’t beg for him to stop.  I rubbed my pussy and started to feel the pressure build.  The belt landed across my ass, across my upper thighs, and a couple of times it even wrapped around and the folded edge cracked against my labia.  I enjoyed every second of it, and when the orgasm finally started to roar from within me, I came so hard I lost control of my entire body.  If I hadn’t been biting down on the couch, I might have ended up on the floor.