She knew she was in for it the second she walked through the door. Late again, phone dead, no call, no text. Mark was waiting in the living room, arms crossed, that look on his face that meant her ass was about to pay for it.
"Strip," he said, voice low and flat.
I yanked my dress over my head and kicked off my heels, standing there in just my thong and bra. He didn't even let me take the rest off. He grabbed me by the arm, spun me around, and shoved me face-first over the back of the couch. My tits pressed into the cushions and my ass was up high, exactly where he wanted it.
"You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want?" he growled. His hand cracked down on my right cheek, hard enough to make me yelp. Then the left. He didn't warm me up. He just started spanking me, fast and mean, each slap landing with a loud smack that echoed off the walls.
"Fuck! Mark, I'm sorry," I gasped, but he wasn't listening. He hooked his fingers in my thong and ripped it down my thighs, leaving it stretched around my knees. Now my bare pussy was exposed, and he could see how wet I already was.
"Look at this slutty cunt," he said, slapping my ass again, harder this time. "Getting punished and you're dripping. You love this shit."
He spread my cheeks with both hands and spit right on my asshole, then rubbed it down over my pussy lips. Two thick fingers shoved inside me without warning, fucking me rough and fast while his other hand kept spanking. Every slap made my pussy clench around his fingers.
"Count them," he ordered.
I started counting out loud between moans. "One… two… fuck… three…" By ten my ass was burning and I was pushing back against his hand, begging for more even though it hurt. He pulled his fingers out and wiped my juices across my burning cheeks.
Then I heard his belt buckle. The sound of his zipper. His cock slapped heavy against my ass, already rock hard. He didn't tease.
He lined up and drove straight into my pussy in one rough thrust, burying himself to the balls. I cried out, half pain, half relief.
He fucked me like he was trying to punish me with his dick. Hard, deep strokes that knocked the air out of me. Every time he bottomed out he gave my ass another slap. My tits bounced against the couch with each slam.
"Take it," he grunted. "This is what happens when you act like a little bitch. You get this cock rammed in you until you remember who you belong to."
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back on the couch. My legs went over his shoulders and he shoved back in, folding me in half. From this angle he could see my face while he fucked me. He reached down and rubbed my clit hard with his thumb, not gentle, just working it like he was trying to make me come whether I wanted to or not.
I came fast, pussy pulsing around his cock, legs shaking. He didn't stop. He just kept pounding through it, chasing his own orgasm. When he was close he pulled out, grabbed me by the hair, and hauled me to my knees.
"Open," he said.
I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged, spit running down my chin, but he held my head and fucked my face until he came. Hot, thick ropes hit the back of my throat. He made me swallow every drop, then wiped the last of it across my lips with the head of his cock.
He finally let me go. I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, ass still stinging, pussy throbbing. Mark looked down at me and smirked.
"Next time you're late, I'm using your ass instead."
I shivered, already knowing I'd be late again soon.
