Confessions by Janice Collins Page B

bent over and surprised him by licking along his hipbone. 
     
    “Mmm,” she said softly, delighted as if she had just had some refreshing lemonade.  She moved down and bit his thigh right over one of the spots the belt had collided, sending another jolt of pain through him.  She smirked and licked up his inner thigh, stopping right before she reached his cock.  It took everything in him not to make a noise of frustration because he knew that would earn him more punishment, possibly more severe than the one he had just gotten for being a repeat offender.
     
    She crawled up onto the bed and straddled his leg, placing her hands flat against his stomach.  She bent her body back and reached over to grab the pinwheel from the edge of the bed where she had placed it. 
     
    Billy’s eyes lit up when he saw it in her hand.  She held it up, admiring the way the light glinted off it.  She lowered it and placed it right in the middle of his torso, just barely having one of the spikes touch his skin.  His breath stilled as she started to roll it slowly up to his chest, increasing the pressure little by little. 
     
    Every time he felt a new prick his skin would come alive and send out the sensation to every inch around it.  Aria began rolling it back down while increasing the pressure until she saw the spikes leave little marks in its wake.  He gritted his teeth and breathed out, enjoying the mix of a tickling and slightly painful sensation. 
     
    The more pressure she added as she rolled the pinwheel over his skin, the more pain he felt, but it was never too much.  It was an enjoyable sort of pain in a completely different way than being slapped or hit with a belt.  He never knew there could be so much variance within the same type of sensation and it exhilarated him.  Aria scooted down and ran it up his leg and inner thigh, making him wince when it ran over the part of his skin she had hit with the belt.  She rolled it out and over his hips, dipping her head down to flick the tip of his cock.
     
    “Fuck,” he said before he could help it. 
     
    She stopped rolling the pinwheel and looked up at him immediately.  She reached over for the belt and before he knew it, he was feeling its angry licks around his arms.  He winced and whimpered as more blows followed, leaving his arms a bright red.  She threw the belt across the room with anger. It smacked the wall with a resounding crack .  Harshly, she pinched his legs where she had hit them earlier, making him to wince again. 
     
    “Are you going to continue asking for more punishment?” 
     
    “I’m sorry.” He said, franticly shaking his head.
     
    Suddenly, she hopped on top and straddled him and he moaned at the contact of his hard cock against her wet slit.  She leaned down and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pressing her lips roughly against his.  She kissed him passionately as she lifted her hips and ran her hand down his torso to grab the shaft of his cock and position it at her opening before lowering down onto him.
     
    In one swift movement, his cock penetrated her. He groaned into her mouth at the warmth finally around his pulsing member.  It was incredibly difficult to keep from thrusting up to meet her movement as her hips rolled up and down on him.  She continued to move faster and faster, her moans growing louder, until he felt her nails digging into his shoulders and her pelvic muscles clamping down around his cock. 
     
    He took the opportunity of her being far gone in her orgasm to jerk his hips upward a few times until he felt his own orgasm shoot into her.  He relaxed his body and let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling the sweat on his skin for the first time as he struggled to calm his breathing. 
     
    She rolled onto her side and rested her head against his arm, eyes closed as she caught her breath.  When her breathing and heart rate had finally returned to normal, she draped her arm over his stomach and rubbed it