Hazel Heart Tiny Troublemaker Receives Immediate Discipline
Hazel Heart, the perpetual rule-breaker, pushed her luck one too many times. Her stepfather, a stern disciplinarian, had finally reached his limit with her constant defiance and sassy attitude. He sat her down, fuming, and began to lay out the consequences for her actions. For once, Hazel seemed to be taking it seriously, her eyes widened as she realized just how deep in trouble she truly was.
With a flip of her lush brown hair, Hazel housed a smirk as if daring him to follow through on those ultimatums. Her stepfather, always one to rise to a challenge, took that attitude as a personal affront. Hazel, in her typical bratty fashion, straightened her stockings with deliberate slowness,probably hoping to tempt him to make the first move.
He rose from his chair with a deliberate sense of direction. Hazel watched him approach, equal parts nervous and excited. Her body betrayed her, nipples stiffening through her thin blouse as his powerful form loomed over her. He grabbed her hair suddenly, using it like a handle as he pulled her to her feet. Hazel yelped in surprise, the sudden throbbing pain making her knees weak.
“Get your sexy ass over my knee, young lady,” he growled. “Before I lose my patience completely.”
Hazel stumbled as he shoved her forward, her wide hips swaying in her tight mini-skirt. She assumed the position, bent over his knees, ass high. His hand hovered over her skirt, savoring the moment before raising the tent of fabric to reveal the round, pale globes of her cheeks. The sheer stockings encasing her shapely legs drew the eye downward, to the indecent bulge pressing against her crotch.
SMACK. His palm landed with a resounding slap, kicking up a cloud of dust around her plush rear-end. Hazel squealed around her fingers, which were shoved into her mouth like a pacifier. The thick pillar of his cock throbbed traitorously beneath her, growing harder by the second. She wriggled in place, as if trying to align his manhood with her curvaceous mounds. The motion forced his still-descending hand to rock slap her right crack, causing a boinct sound that echoed through the room.
Hazel gasped, eyes widening, as she felt him pull her panties down to midthigh. The psychic shock of cool air caressing her most intimate parts nearly made her cum on the spot. He chuckled at her vulnerable state as he rubbed the Alluring triangle of her cunt with the heel of his hand. The fluid gathered in her quim and ran down her inner thighs, a lewd testament to her arousal.
Despite or because of the discipline, Hazel needed his touch desperately on her body. He complied, clamping his grip on the fleshy globes of her bubbly bottom hard enough to leave finger-shapes. Hazel squeaked and clenched around nothing as he kneaded thick handfuls of her malleable cheeks. Her body yielded to his touch as her resolve fragmented entirely.
Driven to madness by the friction building between them, he speared the drenched folds of her pussy with two fingers. Hazel screamed, desperately clamping down on his digits with her passage. Thick juices flooded out of her, running down to wet his balls. She writhed and spur pedestrian his knowledge with each rough thrust, working herself into a hypnotic haze of pleasure.
Hazel’s hands scrabbled against the floor as he slipped free, dropping her briefly back onto the hard muscle of his groin. The loss of fullness inside her had her keening pitifully, back bowing in a futile attempt to regain the contact. He rapped his knuckles against the heads of her stretched cranny, knocking her forward with the force.
“I’m going to fucking destroy this pussy,” he muttered thickly. Fumbling with his zipper, his cock jutted free, a dark pillar of flesh and steel. Hazel went rigid as he traced the fat length against her slit, the velvety head catching on her folds.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream of relief when he plunged into her. Inch after delicious inch of his length split her creamy channel open, forcing her fiery walls to conform to his shape. Her hips gyrated, buttocks flexing around his waist straining to draw him impossibly deeper. He let her set the pace, allowing her needy body to crave the fullness it yearned for.
Thrusting his hips up hard, he jerked her down to meet him, the wet squelching sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Hazel writhed and sobbed, drool running down her chin as the thick cock split her open again and again. The dirty words spilled unbidden from her lips as he used her harder, driving them towards rapture.
Her climax started as a slow fizzle that travelled up her spine. The seconds elongated as she chased her high, leg bouncing and clenching around him. With a breath-stealing curl of his hips, his cock dragged along that secret spot, sending white-out, stars blinking behind her eyelids. Hazel screamed his name, cunt clamping viciously around him, milking him for all he was worth.
“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he roared, plunging into her warm, tight cunt. Jets of cum spewed from the flared head, painting her cervix. Hazel held her breath at the sensation, panting heavily as he ground into her.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breaths mingling as they recovered. For a long moment they lay entwined, basking in the afterglow. Then Hazel weaselled free, standing on wobbly legs.
Head down, tits bouncing as she tried to keep her thighs together, she scurried from the room, his seed trickling slowly down her legs. All thoughts of punishments temporarily forgotten. The only conclusion was she will continue acting up because the consequences were sweet indeed.
