me?”
“I-I will try, sir.”
“Keep your thighs spread and your backside offered up to me.” He cupped her left cheek and reveled in her shudder and the little gasp that escaped her throat. He didn’t like the thought of hurting her, especially hurting her enough to make her cry, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t aroused by the sight of her naked and offering her ass up for chastisement.
His cock swelled rock hard, and his mouth went dry when he spotted the telltale glimmer of her feminine moisture between the slightly parted folds of her pussy. She might not want a spanking, but the act of submitting to it, the act of submitting to him, albeit reluctantly, called up her desire.
He placed the folded belt on the bed, intentionally setting it in her line of vision, and put a steadying hand on her lower back. He lifted his other hand from her bottom and brought it down with a resounding slap. She whimpered, but remained in position, even as he rained a second, third, and fourth smack down upon her upturned ass cheeks.
“You were a naughty girl, Becca, to try to come to bed with two towels on after I specifically told you to be naked,” he said, increasing the pace of his spanks. “Now I have to punish you like the naughty little girl you are.”
She gasped and clawed at the covers after he struck her sit spot several times in a row, but her feet didn’t leave the floor, and she didn’t even clamp her thighs together. He paused spanking and stood back to glimpse her center again, and he almost groaned to discover the pinkness within her folds gleaming brighter. He stepped forward, returned his hand to her lower back, and brought his other hand between her legs. He drew two fingers through her slick channel.
“What’s all this, Becca?”
She moaned and clawed more frantically at the covers, fisting them and shuddering against his hand. She didn’t speak, and he didn’t really expect her to answer. Slipping his exploring digits further into her swollen, wet entrance, he pushed all the way inside her, then withdrew only to shove back into her tight channel. A desperate whimper left her, and she moved her bottom against him, as if seeking more of his touch.
“Please,” she said. “Please please please .”
They both knew she wasn’t begging for him to stop, but he pulled out of her pussy anyway, wanting to get her punishment over with so they could move on to more amorous activities. He loved her responses to him, and though it probably made him a bastard, he especially loved her blushes and all her noises of distress wrought from her embarrassment.
He resumed spanking her, alternating strikes between her left and right bottom cheeks, until her backside reddened to his liking. Then he caressed her punished globes and watched the rise and fall of her shoulders. She was breathing hard, but she wasn’t crying. Yet. The belt would make her cry. He steeled himself to mete out the discipline she’d earned.
Reaching for the folded leather, he stood back and stared at her for a long moment. She quivered and her whimpers increased. He adjusted his grip on the belt and prepared his aim.
“It’s time for your whipping now, Becca.”
Chapter Five
The belt cracked across her tender backside and Becca cried out. It stung, a horrible sting, but she reminded herself the pain didn’t hold a candle to the agony she’d endured under the warden’s strap. She could handle this, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she indeed deserved this punishment. Hunter had instructed her to walk out of the bathroom naked, yet she’d defied him.
Her embarrassment over being nude in front of him had been one reason for her disobedience, but if she were honest with herself, deep down she’d wished to provoke him, wished to experience his cruelty so she could have a reason to hate him. And God, she’d even admitted this to him. Why had she done that? Why couldn’t she have kept her
“I-I will try, sir.”
“Keep your thighs spread and your backside offered up to me.” He cupped her left cheek and reveled in her shudder and the little gasp that escaped her throat. He didn’t like the thought of hurting her, especially hurting her enough to make her cry, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t aroused by the sight of her naked and offering her ass up for chastisement.
His cock swelled rock hard, and his mouth went dry when he spotted the telltale glimmer of her feminine moisture between the slightly parted folds of her pussy. She might not want a spanking, but the act of submitting to it, the act of submitting to him, albeit reluctantly, called up her desire.
He placed the folded belt on the bed, intentionally setting it in her line of vision, and put a steadying hand on her lower back. He lifted his other hand from her bottom and brought it down with a resounding slap. She whimpered, but remained in position, even as he rained a second, third, and fourth smack down upon her upturned ass cheeks.
“You were a naughty girl, Becca, to try to come to bed with two towels on after I specifically told you to be naked,” he said, increasing the pace of his spanks. “Now I have to punish you like the naughty little girl you are.”
She gasped and clawed at the covers after he struck her sit spot several times in a row, but her feet didn’t leave the floor, and she didn’t even clamp her thighs together. He paused spanking and stood back to glimpse her center again, and he almost groaned to discover the pinkness within her folds gleaming brighter. He stepped forward, returned his hand to her lower back, and brought his other hand between her legs. He drew two fingers through her slick channel.
“What’s all this, Becca?”
She moaned and clawed more frantically at the covers, fisting them and shuddering against his hand. She didn’t speak, and he didn’t really expect her to answer. Slipping his exploring digits further into her swollen, wet entrance, he pushed all the way inside her, then withdrew only to shove back into her tight channel. A desperate whimper left her, and she moved her bottom against him, as if seeking more of his touch.
“Please,” she said. “Please please please .”
They both knew she wasn’t begging for him to stop, but he pulled out of her pussy anyway, wanting to get her punishment over with so they could move on to more amorous activities. He loved her responses to him, and though it probably made him a bastard, he especially loved her blushes and all her noises of distress wrought from her embarrassment.
He resumed spanking her, alternating strikes between her left and right bottom cheeks, until her backside reddened to his liking. Then he caressed her punished globes and watched the rise and fall of her shoulders. She was breathing hard, but she wasn’t crying. Yet. The belt would make her cry. He steeled himself to mete out the discipline she’d earned.
Reaching for the folded leather, he stood back and stared at her for a long moment. She quivered and her whimpers increased. He adjusted his grip on the belt and prepared his aim.
“It’s time for your whipping now, Becca.”
Chapter Five
The belt cracked across her tender backside and Becca cried out. It stung, a horrible sting, but she reminded herself the pain didn’t hold a candle to the agony she’d endured under the warden’s strap. She could handle this, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she indeed deserved this punishment. Hunter had instructed her to walk out of the bathroom naked, yet she’d defied him.
Her embarrassment over being nude in front of him had been one reason for her disobedience, but if she were honest with herself, deep down she’d wished to provoke him, wished to experience his cruelty so she could have a reason to hate him. And God, she’d even admitted this to him. Why had she done that? Why couldn’t she have kept her
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