Prose for Pros10

                                Please.......please don't leave any marks

The pain was intense, I shuddered and implored
That he should be more gentle, that he be more careful
That he be.......
But he wasn't
And the pain seemed to enter my arse and fly up through my body

His hand rose like an executioners axe
I awaited the moment frightened but ...
His hand again slammed into my arse
I cried, I sighed
But I gave into his demands, his demands were my demands

And he smacked me again, this time harder
I felt wet and he slapped me again
And I loved his hand, and I loved his cock
And I wanted..
I wanted his hand and I wanted his cock

And I wanted the red buttocks
I wanted his hand marks and
I wanted him inside me
Slipping inside
And grasping my raw buttocks

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