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eyebrows. "What are you waiting for? Naked, I said."
It might be my imagination, but his breathing is changing, too. He is still standing a few steps away from me with a calm demeanor. But I can sense his excitement, his lust. It eggs me on.
I smile at him, while I unhook my bra and seductively let it fall off my body. My chest has never been my favorite body part. It is nothing I could impress anyone with. My body frame is slim and narrow, and my boobs are proportionally small. But they are perky. Even though I know that I could never catch a man's attention with my cleavage, even if I tried and pushed and stuffed and tried all the tricks in the world, I still like them the way they are. They suit me.
But they're not necessarily sexy, and I am painfully aware of it every time I undress in front of a man.
I almost feel the urge to apologize when I set them free before his eyes, but Cedric doesn't give me the impression that he is disappointed at what he is seeing.
On the contrary, he looks as if he can hardly hold himself back. His intense gaze fixates on my body, scanning up and down as I stand before him, completely exposed.
No man has ever looked at me this way. Like a predator who is about to devour is prey.
It's so damn enticing.
I just stand there and let him assess me, my arms hanging to the side, subtly moving back and forth while my fingers fiddle in the air, searching for something to do, something to grab on to.
"You look fucking delicious," he comments. "Come here to me."
I obey and approach him with small, short steps. This is so weirdly hot. I feel helpless and exposed, tiny even. A feeling that is unfamiliar to me.
He welcomes me with open arms, placing his warm hands on my shoulders respectively as soon as I am within in his reach. I smile up at him as he pulls me closer.
"You have done good," he whispers. "So cute, so fucking sexy. And so many mistakes. Giving me so much opportunity for punishment."
My smile fades and is replaced with a hint of fear.
"Mistakes?" I ask.
He chuckles. "You bumped over a glass, spilling the exquisite drink I bought for you. And you forgot to reply."
I frown. "Reply to what?"
"To my commands," he explains. "When I tell you to do something, I want you to reply with 'Yes, Sir.’ Did I not make that clear?"
"Obviously not clear enough," I joke, casting him a mischievous smile.
Despite his repetitive warnings, I am still surprised by what happens next.
His face changes to a stern, almost scary expression. He grabs my upper arm as he turns around, marching towards the seating area with wide, determined steps, while I hurry behind him, stumbling like a toddler who is trying to keep up with angry parents.
"On your knees!" he yells, pushing me forward so that I am landing on one of the sofas, barely able to support myself.
I look up at him. His face is giving me nothing but stern expectation.
"On your knees," he repeats. "Ass facing towards me."
An idea of what I might have to expect is forming in my head as I comply. I place my hands on the backrest of the sofa, while my knees are on the soft seating surface, arching my back so that my ass sticks out a little more to give him a better view.
Not even a second passes before I feel the first blow. His hand lands on my left ass cheek with so much force that it causes me to yelp in pain.
Fuck, I never knew how much a spanking could hurt. A real spanking. This is not like the little smacks I have received before. This hurts.
Before I can fully grasp what is happening to me, he adds another slap, this time on my right cheek. I whimper but try my best not to cry out again.
Another one follows. Left. Then right again. Left, left. Right, right.
The pain grows with every single one, each stroke burning into my skin like a hot iron. My abused skin feels like it is set on fire, and he still keeps adding more, only making it bearable by slightly changing the locations he hits.
I am panting and breaking a sweat while my
It might be my imagination, but his breathing is changing, too. He is still standing a few steps away from me with a calm demeanor. But I can sense his excitement, his lust. It eggs me on.
I smile at him, while I unhook my bra and seductively let it fall off my body. My chest has never been my favorite body part. It is nothing I could impress anyone with. My body frame is slim and narrow, and my boobs are proportionally small. But they are perky. Even though I know that I could never catch a man's attention with my cleavage, even if I tried and pushed and stuffed and tried all the tricks in the world, I still like them the way they are. They suit me.
But they're not necessarily sexy, and I am painfully aware of it every time I undress in front of a man.
I almost feel the urge to apologize when I set them free before his eyes, but Cedric doesn't give me the impression that he is disappointed at what he is seeing.
On the contrary, he looks as if he can hardly hold himself back. His intense gaze fixates on my body, scanning up and down as I stand before him, completely exposed.
No man has ever looked at me this way. Like a predator who is about to devour is prey.
It's so damn enticing.
I just stand there and let him assess me, my arms hanging to the side, subtly moving back and forth while my fingers fiddle in the air, searching for something to do, something to grab on to.
"You look fucking delicious," he comments. "Come here to me."
I obey and approach him with small, short steps. This is so weirdly hot. I feel helpless and exposed, tiny even. A feeling that is unfamiliar to me.
He welcomes me with open arms, placing his warm hands on my shoulders respectively as soon as I am within in his reach. I smile up at him as he pulls me closer.
"You have done good," he whispers. "So cute, so fucking sexy. And so many mistakes. Giving me so much opportunity for punishment."
My smile fades and is replaced with a hint of fear.
"Mistakes?" I ask.
He chuckles. "You bumped over a glass, spilling the exquisite drink I bought for you. And you forgot to reply."
I frown. "Reply to what?"
"To my commands," he explains. "When I tell you to do something, I want you to reply with 'Yes, Sir.’ Did I not make that clear?"
"Obviously not clear enough," I joke, casting him a mischievous smile.
Despite his repetitive warnings, I am still surprised by what happens next.
His face changes to a stern, almost scary expression. He grabs my upper arm as he turns around, marching towards the seating area with wide, determined steps, while I hurry behind him, stumbling like a toddler who is trying to keep up with angry parents.
"On your knees!" he yells, pushing me forward so that I am landing on one of the sofas, barely able to support myself.
I look up at him. His face is giving me nothing but stern expectation.
"On your knees," he repeats. "Ass facing towards me."
An idea of what I might have to expect is forming in my head as I comply. I place my hands on the backrest of the sofa, while my knees are on the soft seating surface, arching my back so that my ass sticks out a little more to give him a better view.
Not even a second passes before I feel the first blow. His hand lands on my left ass cheek with so much force that it causes me to yelp in pain.
Fuck, I never knew how much a spanking could hurt. A real spanking. This is not like the little smacks I have received before. This hurts.
Before I can fully grasp what is happening to me, he adds another slap, this time on my right cheek. I whimper but try my best not to cry out again.
Another one follows. Left. Then right again. Left, left. Right, right.
The pain grows with every single one, each stroke burning into my skin like a hot iron. My abused skin feels like it is set on fire, and he still keeps adding more, only making it bearable by slightly changing the locations he hits.
I am panting and breaking a sweat while my
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