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This story was written for Soulimbibe. It contains M/Herm sexual acts between consenting adults, and spanking! :3

A Not So Gentle Touch

Keighley moaned happily as she felt Canimus's hand caress her sandy furred rump. Seconds passed, and the gryphon's leonine tail began to whip impatiently back and forth through the air while the smilodon's paw continued to just gently caress her backside with tender affection. Her pussy quivered and clutched around the large, knotted dildo vibrating fiercely inside her, and the herm's cock twitched and strained against the sabretoothed feline's right thigh. Her breathing was loud and ragged, laden with anticipation. She knew just what he was doing. The motherfucker. He was making her wait. Trying to catch her off-guard. And... it was working.

"A-aah... oh god... f-fuck you, Cani..."

An urgent shriek of pleasure escaped the gryphon when all of a sudden the male's paw retreated sharply from her rear, and her whole body braced itself for the inevitable impact that was sure to follow. To her horror though, just moments later Canimus' hand returned and began that same affectionate, loving stroking of her plump ass. The gryphon's feathered face burned with embarrassment and arousal, and she ground the top and bottom halves of her beak in frustration as she felt the smilodon's body shaking with silent mirth against her.

The next time Canimus's paw removed itself from Keighley's rear, the gryphon forced herself to stay silent. She forced herself not to get her hopes up, holding back the desperate moan that she so longed to let loose as her cheeks clenched, her pussy convulsed around the violently buzzing toy, and her cock drooled a little trickle of pre-cum out onto the male's bare fur. For ten long seconds, ten seconds that Keighley counted in her lust-filled mind, the smilodon's paw was nowhere to be found upon her body. She even thrashed her tail in a wide arc hoping to feel where it was hovering, but it simply wasn't anywhere she could reach. It was gone.

And then, all of a sudden, it wasn't.

" F-Fuck!"

Tears sprang to the gryphon's eyes as the full force of Canimus's arm swung through the air and landed sharply across her left cheek, leaving the muscles within spasming and twitching helplessly as it stung from the impact. She dragged in a raw, trembling breath, clenching her fists and preparing for another tortuous wait between that first almighty spank and the next.

"No! S-stop!!"

The second smack of the buff smilodon's open fingers landed perfectly over the first, causing the gryphon to shriek in pain and thrash against the male's lap across which her naked body was resting. She didn't mean it though, her plea for mercy. It was an instinct, nothing more, and the fact she had been driven to beg for a cession to her torment after just two strikes made Keighley shudder with desire. She just hoped that Canimus wasn't like some of her past partners, and took her pleas at face value no matter how many times she told them that unless she used the code-phrase they'd agreed upon, they were to continue without mercy.

Just seconds later, Keighley's trust in the feline male was rewarded not just with a third spanking in the exact same spot, pain layering pain and causing the gryphon's whole left leg to kick and flail wildly, but with a gruff snarl from the smilodon too.

"Stop? You don't get to tell me to stop. I'll stop when you've learned your lesson, and not a moment before. Do you understand me?"

Again he heaved his palm down against the gryphon's rear end, only this time across the breadth of both buttocks. She wailed in pain, though this time more overtly in blissful excitement too, and Canimus could feel her cock throbbing eagerly against his leg as she whimpered a tearful, repentant apology.

"I... I understand. I'm sorry..."

The smilodon snarled, though he was grinning as he delivered not one, not two, but three sharp smacks in a row across both the herm gryphon's cheeks. She wailed in pained euphoria, legs kicking and her crotch helplessly humping against Canimus's thigh, sobbing loudly through her ecstasy as the male snapped at her with impatient frustration.

"You understand, Sir. You're sorry, Sir."

Each sir was accompanied by yet another spank, and as the second one landed a keening squeal of ecstasy erupted from the gryphon. Canimus glanced down between her legs as he withdrew his paw, and sure enough around the swollen knot of the dildo lodged deep inside Keighley he saw some trickles of fluid beginning to escape, drooling down over the gryphon herm's swollen and hefty balls. She was cumming. Not a full on explosive release, the lack of a torrent of cum spraying out against his thigh made that clear, but still enough warrant Canimus moving things up to the next level.

"S-Sir!"

Keighley shrieked the appropriate title of her tormentor as she shuddered and writhed through her climax, the clutching of her pussy's inner walls almost overshadowed by the throbbing pain coursing through her backside. To her horror though, as she climaxed no further blows landed. No more spanks rained down on her already sensitive and swollen rump. And given how Canimus had treated her thus far, that could only mean one thing.

The gryphon groaned in anguished anticipation as she felt her orgasm subsiding. Her whole body relaxed slightly, and she even let slip a little whimper of satisfaction through her trembling beak as despite the continued buzzing of the toy within her the pleasant warmth of orgasmic afterglow began to seep through Keighley's weary flesh.

"_A-ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh _!"

That momentary peace and tranquility was snatched away as the spanking resumed, and the fact that Keighley had known for certain it was going to happen that way only seemed to make it worse. She kept on wailing, kept on squealing and sobbing in pain and pleasure as blow after blow impacted upon her ass, each one louder and sharper in its contact than the last. She waited for it to end, waited for the chance to catch her next breath and recover from the pain, but they just kept coming. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen. Twenty spanks in rapid succession. They were getting so rough that they were practically pushing the gryphon forward upon Canimus's lap, and with each strike she found her cock pressed harder and harder into the soft fur of the smilodon's muscular thigh.

By the time Canimus did relent in his barrage of almost thirty back-to-back strikes, Keighley was a wreck. She drew breath with such guttural urgency it sounded as though she had been mere moments from losing consciousness due to lack of air, and no sooner were her lungs full again, she began to scream. Not with pain, she was beyond expressing how much it hurt. Already she could feel the beginnings of hot welts throbbing beneath the surface of her rear, and in her mind's eye she could see herself walking funny for the best part of a week, not to mention stifling a groan of pleasure each time she sat down and was given a painful reminder of what she had put herself through. No. Her screams were of pleasure. Of haggard rapture as the immediate agony of the spankings faded, and she realised just how rapidly and violently her body had been forced towards its inevitable 'big O'.

Canimus seemed to recognise how close she was too, because he began to tease Keighley from that moment onward. His spanks became feather-light, barely brushing her cheeks but still drawing sharp wails from the gryphon as the tender flesh burned beneath even those meagre touches. More importantly though, his other hand came into play. The hand which until now had been resting gently over Keighley's back, holding her down over his lap as she thrashed and strained. It reached down, lower and lower along the gryphon's torso, until it arrived at the base of her tail. Its fingers encircled the end of the twitching fifth limb, and tugged gently.

Keighley's eyes bulged, and a frantic squawk escaped the gryphon's beak. She slapped both hands across her face in shame at the feral outburst, and whimpered as she heard Canimus laughing warmly. Still he held tight onto her tail, just like she'd told him to. Just like the one who had instilled this unabashed love of spanking into the gryphon had done years before when he spanked her all the way to orgasm without the aid of any kind of sex toy or additional stimulation.

He gripped at the base of her tail, and echoed the words that never failed to send Keighley into floods of joyous, lustful and eagerly terrified tears.

"Some men would spank a naughty girl like you until you hated them. I, on the other hand, are going to spank you until you love me."

A sharp, giddy wail of pleasure escaped Keighley as all of a sudden the thick toy locked deep in her pussy went into overdrive. Canimus' free hand had cranked it up to full force, and now, with its only other duty taken care of, that paw returned to what it did so very well.

"Please no! P-please nn-ooooohhhhhhhh!"

The gryphon screeched in ecstasy as the flurry of spankings resumed, each one accompanied by a sharp tug at the base of her tail. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as her cock drooled and strained desperately against Canimus' leg. Her beak fell agape amidst her constant string of whimpers, pleas and screams of joyous pain, saliva dribbling down onto the floor beneath her. Her pussy clenched and milked at the toy buried inside her like it was determined to make it cum, regardless of whether the dildo's rubber surface or internally vibrating mechanics were capable of such an act. Every muscle in her body was straining as she fought to endure the smacks echoing around the room at a volume which to Keighley at least seemed far louder than her own cries, and yet it wasn't enough. She couldn't endure all the pain and pleasure that was bombarding her. She couldn't process it. Couldn't hold it within herself any longer.

"Oh god please! Please no more... I c-caaah... I aaahhohhhhgodfuck... C-Cani... I'm g-gonna... I'm... fuck, Cani. Fuck. _Fuck! Ohhsweetfuckingjesus yes _!"

Keighley didn't know which slap across her ass it was that sent her over the edge, which rippling wave of force flooding through her body butt-first triggered her almighty orgasm, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was the pain that preceded it; the tears streaming down her face and the torrent of anguished sobs erupting amidst her cries of joy, and of course the absolute ecstasy that followed that unknown but crucial spanking.

The knotted base of the dildo lodged within her may have held it tightly in place thus far, but when Keighley climaxed even the sheer girth of the toy could not keep it grounded within her convulsing, squirting pussy. The gryphon's legs thrashed and kicked out, toes splaying as every muscle in her lower limbs tightened up amidst her first frenzied shriek of orgasmic ecstasy. It was in that moment the toy shot free, launching itself several feet through the air amidst a stream of ejaculatory juices that left Canimus groaning in desperate arousal. At practically the same moment, both Keighley and her lover finally felt the herm's cock beginning to let loose its own torrent. A potent wave of cum sprayed out into the flesh and fur of the smilodon's thigh against which Keighley's cock was rubbing, but before the gryphon could empty her balls entirely against that quivering flesh, she felt the sabretoothed feline's hands grabbing hold of her around the waist.

"C-Cani!"

Crying out in lingering pain, in bliss and in surprise all rolled into one, Keighley was helpless to resist as she felt the strong and substantially larger male manoeuvring her cumming, spasming body like a child would manipulate an action figure. All of a sudden rather than being laid out flat across Canimus's lap, her legs were being hoisted up into the air either side of the male's head, and the gryphon's feathered, feverishly wailing head was dangling down between the smilodon's legs.

"Fu-ahhhhh... fuck, Cani... oh god yes!"

Keighley only realised what was happening when she felt hot breath washing over her still clenching, still squirting pussy, her continued ejaculations gushing out over what could only be the smilodon's face. A split-second later, his tongue was delving into her juices, quivering depths. Her thighs were clamping down around his happily growling muzzle, and the gryphon was shrieking in ecstasy all over again as her orgasmic rapture was rejuvenated by the sudden and unbearably erotic presence of a hot maw slurping and tonguing her sodden pussy. As if that wasn't enough, no sooner had her thighs locked herself in place against Canimus's face one of the male's arms released its grip on her midsection, and there was a paw wrapping itself around Keighley's twitching cock.

"Y-yeah... god, yeah..."

Though immensely muffled and almost lost under the volume of Keighley's own lewd and shameless wailings, the gryphon could just about make out the sound of her lover's own aroused groans as he pumped at her spasming, cumming cock. She couldn't be sure, but given the way he was not only squeezing and stroking, but angling the ribbons of cum that poured in abundance from her throbbing erection, Keighley was fairly sure Canimus was raining her seed down over his own crotch. Over his own hard-on. He may not have been cumming himself, but between the faceful of feminine ejaculate and the crotch-full of cum he was receiving, Canimus was certainly doing his best to ensure that when his own time did come, he had plenty of passionate and intoxicating memories to fall back on.

The male's satisfaction would come later though, because eventually, despite the savagery with which it had struck her body and Canimus's best efforts to draw it out as long as possible, Keighley stopped cumming. The pleasure faded, and though this time her afterglow was allowed to run rampant, it didn't stop the gryphon from sniffling and whimpering as she was gently lowered to the ground by Canimus and oriented so that at last she could stand on her own two feet once more.

Rising from his chair, naked, cum-stained, erect but unconcerned with himself for now, Canimus smiled down at Keighley as she looked up at him with tears streaming down her face and hands gingerly hovering over her stinging, painfully sensitive buttocks.

"C'mere..."

With a soft murmur, Canimus held out his arms for the gryphon. He smiled as she let slip a haggard sob, and flung herself into his warm, tight embrace.

"I-it hurts... oh god, i-it hurts so bad..."

Keighley moaned mournfully into her lover's fur, wiping her eyes on his strong chest before daring to glance up into his juice-stained, affectionately smiling face. He stroked the top of her feathered head tenderly, nodding in silent understanding. His smile widened however, and he chuckled, when Keighley continued to talk.

"Thank you. Oh g-god, Cani... thank you so much. It was everything I... e-everything I needed, and more."

Canimus growled fondly down at the gryphon, and shivered as she snuggled closer up against him, pressing her smooth furred stomach against the straining length of his erection.

"I'm glad you had a good time."

He smirked, his hands roaming down her trembling body until they were hovering just over her stinging, bruised buttocks. Gently he cupped them, and squeezed. Keighley stiffened within his embrace, and though her face was still buried in his chest the scream of unexpected, mindless pleasure and pain she let slip might well have given her orgasmic cries a run for their money.

When he released her buttocks just moments later she sagged against him, and let slip a giddy little giggle of delight as Canimus addressed her once more in a playful growl.

"But, next time? It's thank you so much, Sir."

By Jeeves

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