I was balls-deep in it, laptop open on the kitchen table, cock out and leaking all over my fist while I clicked through another filthy spanking porn story. The one where the brat gets bent over the desk and her ass turns bright red under a wooden ruler. My hand pumped faster, reading how she begged and squirmed, how the sting spread and made her pussy drip. I didn't hear the front door. Didn't hear her keys. Just felt the air shift when she walked in.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Lisa's voice cut through the room like a slap.
I froze, cock still in my grip, the screen glowing with lines about "her cheeks glowing hot and throbbing." My roommate stood there in her work clothes, blouse half-unbuttoned, staring straight at the story and my throbbing dick.
"Jesus, Mark. Spanking porn stories? Really?" She dropped her bag but didn't look away. Her eyes flicked from the screen to my hand wrapped around my shaft. "You couldn't even close the damn tab?"
Heat rushed up my neck but my cock didn't soften. It twitched harder. "I… thought you were out till late."
She stepped closer, heels clicking on the tile. "Clearly. Get up."
I stood, pants around my ankles, cock bobbing heavy and wet at the tip. Lisa grabbed the laptop, scrolled a bit, reading out loud in that low, mocking voice she used when she wanted to fuck with me. "He pulled her panties down and laid into her bare ass until she was crying and coming at the same time." She looked up at me. "That get you off? Getting caught like this?"
My mouth went dry. "Yeah."
She shut the laptop with a snap. "Then bend over the table. Same position as your little story."
I didn't argue. I leaned forward, forearms on the wood, ass out. Lisa yanked my shirt up and my underwear the rest of the way down. Her palm cracked across my right cheek without warning.
The sting exploded sharp and immediate, just like the stories described. I grunted, cock jerking against the table edge.
"Fuck," I hissed.
She spanked the left cheek next, harder. "You like reading about it? Let's see how you like feeling it." Another slap, then another, alternating sides, building heat that sank deep into the muscle. My ass burned, skin tightening with every impact. I could feel the flush spreading, knew it was turning red just like the girls in those stories.
Lisa paused only to grab a wooden spoon from the counter. The first strike with that made me yell. It was louder, sharper, biting into the already tender skin. She laid into me steady and mean, covering every inch from the top of my ass down to the crease where it met my thighs. My cock leaked steadily onto the floor, dripping with every smack.
"Look at this mess," she said, voice rough. "You're fucking loving it." She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls, not gentle. "Tell me what happens next in that story."
I panted, ass on fire. "He… he fucks her after. Hard. While her ass is still burning."
Lisa dropped the spoon. I heard her unzip her skirt, shove it down. Then her bare thighs pressed against my hot ass as she leaned over me. Her hand wrapped around my cock and stroked once, twice, smearing pre-cum down the length. "You want that? Want me to fuck you while your ass is throbbing?"
"Yeah. God, yeah."
She lined up and sank onto me in one slick motion. Her pussy was soaked, gripping tight. She rode me rough from behind, hips slapping against my punished ass with every thrust. Each time she bottomed out the sting flared fresh. I pushed back into her, chasing the burn and the wet heat at the same time.
Lisa grabbed my hair, yanked my head back. "You gonna come from getting spanked and fucked like a slut in one of your stories?"
I groaned, the words pushing me closer. She reached around and slapped my ass again with her free hand while she ground down on my cock. The mix of pain and her tight cunt clenching around me snapped something. I came hard, pulsing deep inside her, ass clenching under her palm.
She didn't stop. She kept riding until she followed, moaning low and filthy against my back, pussy milking every drop. When she finally pulled off, my ass felt twice its size, hot and sore and marked.
Lisa turned me around, pushed me to my knees. "Clean me up," she ordered, spreading her legs. I licked my own cum out of her while she held my head, occasionally reaching down to give my tender ass another sharp slap that made me moan into her cunt.
Later, when we were both breathing normal again, she smirked at the closed laptop. "Next time you want to read those stories, do it where I can catch you on purpose." She tossed the spoon in the sink. "And bring the real thing."
