Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Last time you did this, I told you it needed to be the last time. This time, it will be,” he promises me grimly.
He sits on the bed and turns me over his knee. I grip his thigh, holding onto him even though I know he is about to cause me pain. My hips press against the other side of his lap, my naked ass vulnerable to his harsh hand.
Much as I expected, he smacks my ass hard several times, going from cheek to cheek with his leather-hard palm. It hurts, but it’s not enough to worry me. What I’m worried about is what will come next. Will he get that cruel cane out again? Will he beat me to a point I can’t take it?
“Relax,” he says suddenly.
“Hm? What?”
“You’re so tense. It will make it worse for you. Take a breath.”
I am immediately confused. “Don’t you want it to be worse for me?”
“I want it to hurt as much as it should. I do not want… this,” he says, finishing his sentence in a way that does not make things any clearer for me at all.
“What am I doing wrong?”
“You’re not currently doing anything wrong…” he sighs. “You are difficult to punish.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be easier to punish,” I say. “What do you want me to do?”
I hear him snort. His hand runs up my ass, along my back, to the nape of my neck and then back down again. It is a long petting motion that makes me relax as he wanted me to.
“I can’t let this slide, Mila,” he says. “I won’t be doing you a service if I do. You’ll think that I don’t really mean what I say. You’ll think that running away from Lydia is acceptable. I have to make sure you’re properly punished. But this… this doesn’t feel right.”
I can feel his hardness against my hip. He likes me naked, sorry, and submissive. I think part of him might even like it when I am in trouble. There’s a charge between us right now, a kind of twisted intimacy.
“I know what to do,” he says. He puts me face down on the bed, lifts me up on my knees, then reaches for my hands and pulls them back, putting one of my hands on each of my tender cheeks.
“Hold your cheeks open like that, spread them for me and don’t you dare move. You are going to take your punishment fucking like a good girl.”
I do as I am told, because I know I have no choice. I am starting to very much regret my decision to act as though I am above the law. I am matched and mated. I belong to someone. A very angry someone who intends to ensure I never disobey him again.
I feel a few drops of some kind of oil on my bottom. I don’t know what the purpose of it is, at least not until I feel his thumb rubbing it against the tight little hole between my cheeks. Not my pussy, which he usually fucks, but a dirty hole that I like to pretend he doesn’t know about.
“Not there,” I whimper.
“Here,” he insists, pushing his thumb into the tight aperture. I feel my ass stretch in a way I didn’t know he could make it. It’s a very different hole than the other one. It is not made to be open and taken. It is made to be shut. But that’s not what’s going to happen.
I burn with shame as he toys with my bottom hole.
“Keep those cheeks spread for me,” he reminds me.
“Does this feel like you are learning a lesson, Mila?” He asks the question with a satisfied growl as he slowly fucks my butt with his thumb. “Does it feel like you’re going to be sorry for trying to escape Lydia, and for disobeying me yet again with drugs?”
“Yes!” I squeak the answer instantly. “I am sorry.”
“So you said,” he says. “But you are going to be much more sorry before I am done with you.”
He pulls his thumb out.
“Don’t you dare close those cheeks,” he says. “Keep yourself open.”
I do as I am told, staying in this shamefully spread position at his bidding. I feel very naughty and very much in trouble. If I had known this would happen when I ran, would I have done it? There is a little voice in my head that says yes, I absolutely would have.
He steps up behind me, and I feel his cock tap against my pussy for a moment. “Spread your legs,” he orders. “Wider.”
I do the best I can to get into the position he wants. I yelp as the reward for that is feeling his fingers whip up against my pussy from below. He is not spanking my ass, but he is going to spank my soft, swelling lips and even the eager bud of my clit.