Backfire 2

I decided to alternate sexes when throwing a new spanker at April. That means chapter 3 is going to have another woman, and 4 will have another man.

And yes, Crazy Dave is someone I actually went to college with.

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The four of them were sitting in Sara and April’s room. It was the first time all four of them had been together for an extended period, so it was a nice bonding experience. Sara and Stan were sitting next to each other on the couch. Sara was a tall, redheaded tennis champ with a slim, athletic figure. Stan was an equally athletic young man with brown hair, bright green eyes, and a tan. Seated opposite them on a chair was Kevin, with April sitting contentedly in his lap. April was her roommate’s opposite; a short, full-figured, slightly chubby girl with dirty blonde hair that she wore in curls. Kevin was a tall, broad-shouldered African American boy with a distinctive, soft smile.

“And that’s why they call him Crazy Dave,” finished Stan.

“Wow,” said Kevin, shaking his head in disbelief, “I heard a little bit about him before, but that…that‘s just crazy.”

April rolled her eyes. She was the only one in the room who didn’t know Crazy Dave, and this topic of discussion was boring her.

“I just got assigned my Big,” she said, leaning back into Kevin’s chest, “did I tell you?”

Everyone exhaled softly.

“Yeah,” said Kevin, “I think you mentioned it once or twice.”

“Mmhmm. I’m so excited! Sigma Phi Kappa is such a great sorority!”

She danced a little in place, grinding her ass into Kevin’s crotch. This had the effect of reducing his annoyance with her. The other two were less satisfied, though. In particular, Sara was biting her tongue. If April didn’t stop hogging the conversation and talking about herself nonstop, she might be in for a reprimand later on.

Sara and April had been friends since freshman year. A month and a half ago, their roommate relationship had taken an unconventional new direction. Specifically, Sara spanked April. It started when Sara began dating Stan, who April had had a crush on. April didn’t take that too well; she was prone to occasional petulant moods and immature behavior, and the fit she threw over Sara and Stan was nothing short of ridiculous. When all else failed, Sara solved the problem by wrestling her to the ground, ripping off her panties, and giving her the spanking of a lifetime until she was crying like a baby and couldn’t sit comfortably for days. That was Sara’s first (and most severe) disciplinary action toward her roommate, but it was far from the last. Since that day, any selfish or unruly behavior on April’s part had been handled with a session over Sara’s knee. Bare bottom, hand, and-if she had really pissed Sara off-a hard plastic hairbrush. It happened pretty often, at least once a week and usually more often than that. That was one of many reasons why April was glad to have found Kevin; the more time she spent in his dorm, the fewer opportunities Sara had to punish her.

Sara looked at the clock. The pizza should arrive in about ten minutes.

“Hungry?” Stan asked her.

“Just a little.”

“Mmm.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against his body. She murmured softly and played with his hair. Sara missed being able to spank April as often as she could find an excuse. She had been dating Kevin for three weeks now, and was hardly ever around. Sara was happy for her. Kevin was an exceptional catch, and it was good that she had gotten over Stan and found a hotie of her own. But on the other hand, Sara had developed a fondness for spanking her roommate’s wide, jiggly bubble butt. Sure, she had great fun giving it to Stan (her latent dominant inclinations were a big part of what attracted him in the first place, and she didn‘t disappoint), but his ass just wasn’t the eminently spankable cushion that April’s was.

Oblivious to their annoyance, April blabbered on about her new Big Sister for a minute or two until she had to go to the bathroom. Excusing herself, she got out of Kevin’s lap and stalked into the bathroom. All three of the others covertly watched her massive, protruding buttcheeks wobble under her shorts as she went.

“That girl,” said Kevin, smiling and leaning back in the chair, “that girl.”

“She‘s way too into the sorority thing,” said Sara, “I‘m kind of impatient for pledging to be over.”

“Then she‘ll brag about being in,” said Stan, shaking his head a little.

“Hmm,” said Sara, “maybe she needs a spanking.”

Stan blushed and turned his eyes away when Sara uttered the S word. Kevin’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at her curiously.

“A spanking? What?”

“Spanking,” she repeated, “you know, smacking her butt until she learns when to shut up.”

Stan’s face was burning scarlet despite his tan. He was more than aware of Sara and April’s domestic arrangement, and didn’t feel comfortable having it discussed around others. After all, it might lead the conversation in the direction of Sara’s other flagellatory pastimes, which he’d rather the guys not know about. Kevin, however, wasn‘t changing the subject.

“Okay,” he said, half-grinning, “you wanna’ bend her over and spank her, you go right ahead.”

“I think I will.”

Kevin waited for her to laugh. When she didn’t, his eyes widened a little further.

“Wait…you‘re SERIOUS?”

“Yep,” said Sara, “I spank April all the time. Isn‘t that right, Stan?”

She reached around behind Stan’s neck and petted the crook of his chin. Silently cursing his sweetheart, he managed to stammer “yeah. I saw it once.”

Kevin was understandably shocked. He was the first to admit his girlfriend could be a bit childish from time to time, but spanking her? She was a twenty year old woman! As her boyfriend, he felt like he should speak up in her defense, call Sara a pervert or a sadist or something like that. But on the other hand, the image of April getting spanked had a peculiar reaction in his mind. Kevin adored April’s bum. Even with her huge, spherical breasts and soft, creamy, dark blonde hair, it was her best feature. When they were intimate, he always loved fondling, squeezing, and lightly slapping it, and the way it jiggled and rippled when they were going at it doggy-style was nothing short of hypnotic. Now that the idea of April’s naked ass getting spanked by her roommate was in his head, it wouldn’t easily go away.

“But…” Kevin stammered, “…that‘s like…abuse.”

Sara shrugged. “She hasn't called the cops on me yet. And she does behave better afterwards. For awhile, anyway. Here, I‘ll show you.”

The bathroom door was opening. When April came back out, Sara stood up.

“April,” she said seriously, “there‘s something we need to discuss.”

April looked from Kevin to Sara to Stan, her round face wearing a blank expression. “Huh?”

“You've been going on and on about rushing SPK. Nonstop. For weeks. Everybody‘s told you they get the point already, but you still keep derailing our conversations to talk about yourself.”

“Okay, sorry, I‘ll stop.”

“You said that a week ago. Your promise isn‘t enough.”

Kevin watched the proceedings in dazed disbelief. This was a joke, right? Sara was just messing with his mind. She had to be. But then why did Stan look like he wanted to crawl under the bed and hide?

“Um…” April began to look very timid. “Sara,” she stepped closer and leaned in to whisper, “there‘s people over.”

Sara shook her head. “Everyone here‘s seen your ass at least once. I‘m not going to wait and let you spend the night at Kevin‘s until I forget about it.”

April looked mortified. Sara had to suppress a grin. Why the hell was she doing this? For some reason, the prospect of disciplining her unwilling roommate in front of two attractive men gave her an incredible naughty thrill. She hadn’t actually been intending to do it when she raised the subject. But when April came back in the room, her body just took over. Sara thought about dropping it and sitting back down as if nothing had happened, but it was too late to back down now.

April had a total deer-in-the-headlights look. She was positively mortified.

“Here,” Kevin said, starting to stand up, “baby, let‘s go to my room.”

Sara had to think quickly to salvage this situation. Still not sure what exactly had gotten into her, she managed to come up with a response.

“If you let me do it now, I‘ll use my hand on your panties. If you make me wait, you‘ll get the hairbrush. Bare-assed.”

April looked almost ready to cry. Stan was sitting very quietly, not saying a word. As for Kevin…well, he wasn’t at all sure what to do.

“April?” He asked.

April looked desperately around the room, her light blue eyes getting panicked. There was no way out. Either get spanked in front of both their boyfriends right now, or condemn herself to a complete butt-blistering after hours. What the hell was Sara doing? Over the course of the last couple months, she had turned into a complete sadistic bitch, but this was a step beyond even that.

Well, April thought, Sara can spank really hard with her hand, but its not as bad as what she can do with that goddamned brush. They all had seen her naked ass before, hadn’t they? I mean, Kevin loved playing with her ass; he might even enjoy watching this. And Stan…well, this would be nothing new for him. Anything to avoid that hairbrush.

“Okay,” April said timidly, looking at the floor, “you can spank me now.”

“What? April, are you s-”

She cut her boyfriend off. “Yeah yeah, I‘m sure.”

April was blushing even redder than Stan. She looked adorable when she was embarrassed, with her cute, round face screwed up and framed by her dark blonde curls. Grinning evilly, Sara sat down on the couch and patted her thigh. Reluctantly, April dragged her feet over to the couch and, shutting her eyes, laid down over Sara’s lap. Stan got out of the way, making room for April’s legs as she stretched herself across the length of the couch, her enormous bottom raised over Sara’s thighs. April had extremely wide hips for her height, which supported a pair of huge, hemispherical buttocks that now jutted lewdly into the air. If April gained any more weight, she’d be actually fat. As it was, though, she was right at the sweet spot where most of her few extra pounds were carried in her breasts and backside, and just accentuated her voluptuousness.

Sara patted her roommate’s bottom, admiring how it looked in those shorts.

“Aren‘t we forgetting something?”

Groaning, April stood back up and unbuttoned the front of her khaki shorts. Blushing anew, she put her thumbs under the hem and pulled them down, revealing nothing but a lacy black thong underneath. Sara gave an extra-wide smirk before putting a hand on her roommate’s shoulder and gently pulling her back over her lap.

“I…um…” Kevin knew he should leave. He shouldn’t be watching this. He got up to go, but April gave him a pleading look out of the corner of her eye. Right. She’d want his moral support. Biting his lip, Kevin sat back down in the chair, hoping no once could see the outline of his growing erection inside his pants. He felt terrible for enjoying this scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything he could do. He shot a resentful look at Stan, but was surprised to see that Stan was already averting his eyes. Well, at least he was a gentleman.

SLAP!

The sound of hand striking flesh brought Kevin’s eyes back to his girlfriend’s chastisement. April’s right buttock had just been slapped heartily, and was bouncing and jiggling from the force. A second later, Sara had raised her hand again and was swinging it into April’s left cheek.

SPLAT!

Her other buttock now trembled in place. It was a bad day to wear a thong; that thin stripe of cloth wasn’t remotely protecting April’s skin. April grimaced and wriggled a little after each smack, but kept bracing herself for the next. She knew it was about to get much worse.

SMACK!

Sara alternated cheeks, letting her hand fall about once every second. Kevin was sure it hurt; an Amazon like Sara could pack quite a slap. But it didn’t seem to be that bad...

After five smacks to each of April’s wobbling cheeks, all that changed.

Sara suddenly sped up, raising and contracting her arm seemingly as fast as she could. At least two strokes per second, and considerably harder. Sara clenched her jaw and leaned in on April’s back with her left hand to hold her down. This was a necessary precaution, as April had started really writhing and struggling.

“Sara! Ow! No no, I-OW!”

Kevin was transfixed. April’s butt was like a pair of full, fatty moons, whose pale white surfaces were being quickly turned strawberry red. Sara’s hand rose and fell too fast to let the jiggling from the last blow subside by the time the next slap came crashing down. The result was a voluptuous, perpetually bouncing pair of reddening mounds.

“Will you stop babbling about your sorority?”

SMACK! SLAP! SPLAT! SLAP!

“OW! OW! Yes, I‘ll stop! I‘LL STO-OW!!!”

Sara gritted her teeth and leaned in hard with her left arm, holding April securely down. Her right hand was a blur, getting in as many spanks as she possibly could. She abandoned her pattern of alternating cheeks, instead going for a more random assault on April’s fat behind. She gave each swelling, wobbling cheek anywhere from one to seven smacks before attacking the other one, spreading the fire unpredictably into her good friend’s ample, shapely seat. Each palm fell right on the thickest, fleshiest part of each buttock, right where April would have to apply pressure if she wanted to sit down. This was to ensure maximum pain, and maximum jiggle.

“You also haven‘t been doing your chores,” Sara scolded, not breaking pace as her hand continued to demolish April’s tush, “I told you to get paper towels yesterday, I got them last time. You still haven‘t done it!”

SMACK! WAP! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! SLAP! The sound of each slap faded into the ones before and after it, the sound of April’s spanking reaching a machinegun rapidity. April couldn’t answer Sara’s accusation; all she could do was hump her body and flail her limbs and cry out for her to stop.

“AAAAHH! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!”

The smacks kept falling at the same pace for well over a minute. Sara’s arm was getting pretty tired by now, so she slowed down, reverting to the one smack per second pace that she had used at the beginning. Each time her hand made contact with April’s big, burning cheeks, she stopped and grabbed her for a moment, groping and feeling at the swollen flesh that she had brought such pain too. Finally, the last two strokes came on either cheek, and Sara took her hand off April’s back.

“All done.”

April was sniffling a little, her eyes starting to get dewy. Her huge butt had two, cherry-red circles on the lower middle part of each cheek, fading away to light pink boundaries on the centers and at the creases of her thighs. As she stood up, Sara raised a hand to gently rub her roommate’s ass, dragging her fingers in a circle across the roasted meat.

“Have we learned our lesson?”

April nodded fervently, both her hands going to her blistered backside. As she rubbed her reddened flesh, she sent more ripples through it, keeping her audience’s attention. When she bent down to pull up her shorts, Sara couldn’t resist giving another hard slap to her outstretched bum, sending an awesome bounce through her flesh and making April yelp and stumble away from the couch before pulling them gingerly back up.

“Well,” said Stan, “I think the pizza’s here by now.”

“Th-that‘s okay,” said Kevin, “I um, I‘ve got pasta in the fridge. Babe, you want to come with me?”

“Ow…yes.” April took Kevin by the hand and let him lead her out of the room. “I‘m…I‘m not really hungry anymore.”

As they went through the door, Kevin looked back at Sara and Stan.

“Well…I‘ll catch you two tonight. Dexter at nine?”

Sara nodded. “Season finale.”

“Right. Um…see ya.”

He gave one last awkward glance at Sara before closing the door behind them.

When the other two were gone, Stan turned to Sara and stared in disbelief.

“I can‘t believe you just did that.”

Sara grinned teasingly.

“I guess we‘re both learning things about me.”

He shook his head.

“You‘re crazy.”

“Mmhmm. You want a turn?”

“Was that a question?”

“Get the brush.”

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After watching the escapades, Kevin had a rocklike boner to deal with, and April needed some cheering up. Fortunately, both problems were easily solvable.

“Oh yeah! Harder!”

Kevin thrusted his hips forward again, losing himself in the feeling of April’s tight vaginal walls as they constricted around his shaft to the hilt. Despite her wide hips, April’s female passageway was extremely tight. Sometimes, he almost had trouble getting it in. This afternoon though, her throbbing, heavily-lubricated vagina pulled him in eagerly.

“MMMM…!”

He pulled most of his eight and a half inches back out before thrusting again, his penis sliding exuberantly against her slick, hot membranes. There was a satisfying slap when his hips smacked against her hot, well-spanked bottom.

“YES! LIKE THAT!”

Chuckling adoringly at her reactions, Kevin grabbed her short, blonde hair in one hand and teased her massive, hanging breasts with the other. She was on all fours on his bed, with his tall, dark body encapsulating her from behind. She loved it when Kevin took her in this position. It was like being inside of a muscular, heaving castle of man, and having it inside her.

Kevin leaned his head in and nibbled at the crook of her neck, letting her damp hair fill his face. Leaving one hand on her big, squishy breasts, he slipped the other one further below her, feeling his way across her deliciously soft belly and toward her soaked clitoris. He found it, open and waiting for his fingers, and stroked it rhythmically while his penis ground against it from the other side. He was coordinated enough to keep up the thrust as he maneuvered his hands, flexing his big, meaty ass forward and backward against hers.

“Oh god! Yes! That’s it that’s it that’s it!!! AAAHHHHH!”

Her body trembled in convulsive bliss as his hands and cock worked together to push her over the edge. He squeezed and pinched her left nipple as she came, making her gasp abruptly in the middle of her orgasmic moans. Kevin loved her tits. Despite their impressive size and roundness, they weren’t at all saggy. All firm and bouncy, like rubber balls. And the feeling of her huge, fat ass against his crotch…he just didn’t think there was a word in English to describe that.

He pounded his hard, muscular body into her soft, curvy one until the pressure and friction got too much, and he felt her vagina squeezing his cargo loose. He thrusted deeper, each reentry sending a stronger spasm of pleasure through his cock and into his abdomen.

“Ohhh…Owww….AHHHH…!”

He grabbed each of her breasts and squeezed them tightly as his body reared up, hips pushing forward as he poured himself into her. April squealed and wiggled her hips in delight against his tight, muscular flesh as his warm semen spilled into her canal, filling her up. Breathing deeply, body glistening with sweat, Kevin pulled his wet, glistening cock out of her, watching with a sense of accomplishment as the first few drops of his seed came spilling out in its wake.

“Oh god,” whimpered April, collapsing forward onto her belly, “Kev, that was…ohmigod, I came twice that time.”

Kevin laid down on top of her, letting his still hard and throbbing penis rest between her buttocks and laying his hard, muscular torso against her back.

“Twice? I only heard one.”

She nodded insistently. “The second time my throat was dry.”

He chuckled and played with her hair, kissing and nibbling on one of her earlobes. Despite being much taller than her, he found a way to lay his body over hers that allowed all the important parts to touch. Kevin was also well aware of her hot, throbbing buttocks under his cock and lower belly. The heat they gave off in the aftermath of her hard spanking was a new sensation for him, and one that he was quickly coming to love.

Kevin thought he had solved a few mysteries about their sex lives. Normally, April had a very high sex drive, and was just about always ready for a little fun. But from time to time, she was mysteriously unwilling to take her pants off. She’d be as eager as ever to satisfy him with her hands and mouth, but for some reason would not let him reciprocate for anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days. Now he was pretty sure it was because she had just been disciplined by Sara, and didn’t want Kevin to see her candy-red ass. Well, the secret was out now. Despite his innate sense of chivalry, Kevin found himself wondering if April would be spanked again in the near future. There was no doubting that they were both more enthusiastic in the sack after he had witnessed today’s chastisement; he had never managed to give her multiple orgasms before.

They spent the late afternoon cuddling, listening to music, and talking. Kevin was glad when April didn’t mention her sorority a single time. Apparently, Sara was right; maybe April really did need her butt warmed up when she got annoying.

They were just starting to get curious with each other’s bodies again when Kevin happened to look at the clock.

“Woah!”

“Baby, you missed your study group!”

“Mmm?” April rolled over on her back and looked demurely up at him, “Yeah, I know.”

“What? But…April, you missed Monday too.”

April shrugged, smiling cutely. “Oopsie.”

Kevin sat up, looking at his girlfriend. Seeing his upset face, she went on the defensive.

“What‘s the problem? It isn't, like, I‘m going to fail my classes or anything.”

“I thought you joined that one ‘cause you needed help in chem?”

She shrugged. “So? I‘m doing okay this semester.”

“I thought that was because you joined the group?”

She rolled her big, blue eyes. “Ugh. Let‘s talk about something else.”

She moved her body closer to him and wrapped around his front, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing her face against his rounded pecs. Kevin stayed propped up on one arm, looking down at the top of her blonde head.

“Babe, you can‘t keep doing that.”

“Why not?”

She reached around his body and tickled his buttocks. Kevin had a round, West African backside, as tight and muscley as the rest of his body. April was almost as fond of Kevin’s ass as he was of hers, and loved pinching and tickling it when he wasn’t expecting it. This time, though, Kevin didn’t respond by pulling her hair or grabbing her big tits or any of his usual antics. Instead, he was thinking.

April squeezed his left butt cheek, murmuring approvingly at the resilient texture and mass. Slowly, she lifted her head to his raised side and ran her tongue along the side of his stomach, tickling and tingling his skin as it went over the contours of each abdominal muscle. She was trying to get him to forget about her negligence, but he had trouble doing that. The truth was, April really did benefit from those study sessions. She had told him at length about how much trouble she had had in her science classes before she joined the group. She had also mentioned that in the last week or so, her grades had begun slipping again. Kevin knew April could get lazy if she didn’t have someone reminding her of her priorities. Usually, that was easy to do. But this time she wasn’t listening.

As she cooed and rubbed her face in his tummy, Kevin came to a decision.

“April,” he sat up, ignoring her protests as he pulled his body out of her reach, “you‘re going to the next session.”

“Okay. Gee, what‘s the big deal?”

“You said that last time, babe.”

“Whatever. I will.”

Kevin shook his head.

“I don‘t think you mean that.”

She shrugged and reached for his crotch. Her hand never made it there.

Like liquid steel, Kevin sat up and planted his feet on the floor. April looked shocked at this sudden movement, but not nearly as much as when he grabbed her by the torso and hoisted her forward over his lap.

“Hey!” April squealed, “Kev, what are you doing?”

Kevin didn’t answer. Instead, he used one big, strong hand to push April’s back down, making her lie across his thighs. He felt her soft, lower belly rub against his semi-erect penis as she tried in vain to get up; the feeling was electric. However, that wasn’t the point here. Keeping her pinned over his muscular legs, Kevin lowered his other hand to her wide, frantically jiggling buttocks and let them rest on the left cheek. He marveled for the thousandth time at April’s fat, perfectly round and pronounced booty. The redness from Sara’s earlier mistreatment was long gone, leaving it pale white and begging for more color. And she was acting like a lazy little kid. It was a combination that worked to Kevin’s satisfaction.

“Kev, this isn‘t funny! Just let me-”

SLAP!

“OW!”

Kevin’s hard hand blasted into April’s bottom, burning a pale pink handprint against her white flesh.

“Ow! That hurt! Are you crazy? Stop-”

SLAP!

April’s other cheek was spanked, making her squeak and struggle harder. For a moment, Kevin considered stopping. She was a grown woman…wasn’t this abuse? On the other hand, she clearly didn’t much object to Sara’s frequent attentions…and the images Sara had burned into his mind earlier that day had had a profound effect on him. April was a girl who got spanked. Now that he knew that, it subtly changed his perception of her. It just made too much sense.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“OW! OOH! OW!”

She kicked her chubby legs frantically, her hips scissoring back and forth along his thighs. Fortunately, Kevin knew how to deal with this. He had been disciplined in this manner himself during his childhood, and he remembered what his father had done when he put up too much of a fight. Grabbing his struggling girlfriend by the waist and leaning his great bulk down on her, he pulled one leg out from under her and, using an arm, held her thighs down as he put it over her.

“Did Sara put you up to this?! That fucking bitch! No, let me go, you can‘t do this, I‘ll call the cops! I‘ll-”

Kevin now had one dark, well-toned leg over her fleshy thighs and one under her naked waist.putting his left hand on her back again, he returned his attention to her behind. It was cupped against his restraining thigh, its enormous, soft mass sticking teasingly up in the air. It kept wobbling and jiggling as she struggled to get away, making it even harder for Kevin to keep his eyes off those creamy mounds. He lost no time in getting back to work.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Kevin’s hands were much bigger than Sara, and he was stronger as well. Every time his palm exploded against her helpless cheeks, April felt like she had sat on hot coals. One of the things she had been physically attracted to in Kevin was his strong hands…she was regretting that now.

SLAP! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each impact was loud, jarring, and elicited an anguished yelp from April. Kevin was entranced by the feeling of her vibrating flesh under his descending palm, leaving his hand on her ass for a second after each smack to grope and fondle it. But he didn’t go too slow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Unlike Sara, Kevin didn’t alternate cheeks. He just let his hand burn one stinging rump cheek on and on for ten to fifteen slaps before changing, quickly bringing the other buttock to the same level of redness as its twin. As the spanking went on, April mewling and struggling helplessly against his legs, he began to lecture.

“Babe, you know you have to go to these things.”

His language was tender, though his voice was strict. As he talked, his hand kept beating away at her flesh without breaking pace. He was a basketball player; talking and dribbling at the same time was easy for him.

“Ow! You‘re a fucking psycho, let me-OW!”

He smacked her extra hard, his splayed, inflexible fingers landing on both cheeks at once. April’s ass was already much redder than it had been at the end of Sara’s punishment, with lines of sore crimson outlining the shape of Kevin’s hand.

“I want to make sure you do good.”

SMACK! SMACK!

April couldn’t speak coherently anymore; anytime she tried to open her mouth, the impact of Kevin’s hand forced her to cry out instead. She couldn’t believe this! It was bad enough that Sara had appointed herself disciplinarian, but now Kevin too? And yet…

And yet, being spanked by Kevin was different. Kevin’s strength and overpowering masculinity was something April loved about him. She liked feeling how much bigger and stronger than her he was when he carried her over his shoulder or took her forcefully from behind. She had thought about being spanked for pleasure before; she had even been willing to subject herself to it, when she was still chasing Stan. The pain was fiery and intense, but she could feel her body reacting to it in ways that didn’t make sense. Her tummy was tingling the way it did when he kissed her or nibbled at her neck. Below the searing pain of his chastisement, she thought she felt…aroused?

As April took in the feeling of his smooth thighs beneath her and his now rock-hard cock pushing against her belly, she stopped struggling as much. She wasn’t going to just give up and let him beat her ass with ease, but her heart was no longer completely in her escape attempts. And really, she should be going to her study groups, and this would certainly remind her to attend the next one. Maybe this would actually be helpful, in some weird way?

As April’s screams and cries lowered to a series of whimpers and soft “oh!”’s, Kevin decided to pick up the pace. On one hand, he knew his arm was stronger than Sara’s, and that April’s bum was already well reddened. On the other, he hadn’t been spanking as fast as Sara did, and he wanted to give that a try. Having gotten his fill of fondling, he stopped resting his hand between strokes, doubling his pace without decreasing the force.

SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!!!!

April’s body twitched and slithered every which way between his clamped legs, her writhing pressing his penis irregularly into the bed sheets on which he sat. Oh god, this felt great! He thought he had worshipped his girlfriend’s magnificent rump every way that a guy could, but this was something else. The bouncing and shivering of her rear flesh grew more exaggerated as he spanked her faster, captivating his senses of sight and touch as her dismayed cries massaged his hearing. Haha, he imagined trying to explain this situation to someone else. “Yo Kev, what‘s up?” “Giving my girlfriend a spanking.” "Kay, later bro." It was really a pretty ridiculous situation.

It didn’t seem ridiculous for poor April, though. The pain in her hindquarters had passed the breaking point into numbness, and he was now starting back at the beginning in bringing the agony back into her abused cheeks. The vibrations from his smacks made it all the way through her body, reaching her lush, wimpering lips and quickly tearing eyes. This colossus of manhood had taken control of her, and was having his way. She felt a warm wetness between her upper thighs as she wriggled reflexively under his abuse. Yes. Spank me. I’ve been naughty. Come on, whip my butt, make me sorry! She tried to shake these thoughts out of her head, but it was like trying to deny an emotion. Despite her best efforts, she felt her bottom push itself up against his thigh, trying to stick itself further out into harm’s way.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Oooh! Ahhh... Ow!”

The pain had broken through the numbness again, setting her rear once again on fire. The pain went all the way through her waist to her crotch, where it took the form of pleasure. She felt her thighs and Kevin’s under her get wetter as the spanking continued. Stop now, that’s enough, I’m ready for you! But the smacks kept coming down. The act of spanking April, and her reactions to it, had captivated Kevin in a kind of trance.

Twenty smacks later, he finally stopped. April’s ass was like a ripe cranberry, burned all the way across its considerable surface by Kevin‘s right hand. His hand stung from the seventy or eighty hard slaps he had delivered. April was wriggling and gasping like a fish out of water; Kevin had spanked her as hard as Sara’s worst. But she wasn’t angry at him. He had purged those resistant feelings out of her. She was just…ready.

“I love you, baby,” said Kevin, lifting his thigh off of hers.

April sniffed, blinking two more tears out of her eyes.

“Mmmm…oh god Kev,” she shakily pushed herself up with her arms and turned her tear-stained face to his, “fuck me. Right now!”

Grabbing her around the waist, he pushed her down on her back, relishing her yelp as he put her weight on her ravaged arse, and climbed over her. Helped by one of his hands and one of hers, he forced his cock into her own very wet vagina, penetrating her female center for the second time that day.

He spared no energy in working himself in and out of her as he grabbed her peach-sized tits and kissed her parched lips. April was torn between pain and pleasure as he pounded his engine of delight into her tight, eager vagina while pressing his great weight down on her tortured bum. She thrashed in pain and tried to take the weight off her roasted ass, but he wouldn't let her. He kept pumping down through her body and onto her sit spots, compressing agony and pleasure into one, nameless sensation. She gasped. Panted. Cried. Moaned. Waves of orgasmic energy crackled through her body like lightning, temporary banishing the pain as they painted a flush in her cheeks that almost rivaled the one in her bottom. By the time she felt his warm fluids explode inside of her, she had lost track of how many times she had came.

Kevin pulled out of her, letting her sore vagina recover from its heavy burden. After they had both rested a bit, he bent wordlessly over her parted legs and used his tongue to ease her aching privates. April flipped over on her stomach, taking the weight off her crimson ass and offering it too for Kevin’s ministrations. For ten minutes, he worked his tongue in and around her vagina and over and under her sizzling ass cheeks, bringing her to a mild orgasm once more by the time he was done.

“You‘ll go to your group on Monday?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what‘ll happen if you don‘t?”

“Uh…yeah.”

Kevin nodded, pulling her against him and gently rubbing her very sore ass. As they lay there together, Kevin’s phone rang.

“Yo, its Stan. You guys coming up for Dexter?”

Kevin looked at April. She was already falling asleep. Come to think of it, so was he.

“Nah,” he said, “we‘re tired.”

“Mmkay. Catch you tomorrow.”

…

Back in Sara’s room, Stan put the phone back on the bedside table.

“He says they‘re tired.”

Sara smirked.

“Oh shit, does that mean we’re playing the game again?”

“Ten whenever someone dies. Fifteen when he jokes about it at work.”

“Goddamnit.”

Stan lay over Sara’s lap, putting his already red and sore ass at her mercy. Goddamn Kevin and April. They had no idea…