Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tricia murmured. “I’ll never get enough of you in a million years.”
Mindy whimpered as Tricia continued to stretch her. When she added a second finger, there was a moment of discomfort that evaporated almost as fast, leaving behind even more pressure and delicious sensations. “Please…” Mindy begged.
“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good. Don’t fight it. Come on my fingers, Baby girl.”
The second Tricia pressed her thumb against Mindy’s clit, Mindy tipped over the edge of sanity again, this second orgasm consuming her, sucking her under water so she couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t breathe either. It wasn’t possible. She couldn’t. She didn’t know how. She simply enjoyed every moment as waves of her release made her body hum and quiver until she was nothing but a pool of liquid.
Tricia didn’t ease out of her until Mindy blew out a breath and became boneless. She couldn’t move a single muscle as Tricia climbed up her body and kissed her sweetly. “I couldn’t resist fucking your tight cunt after you came on my mouth, but I haven’t forgotten your punishment.”
For a moment, Mindy had no idea what Tricia was talking about, and she didn’t try to figure it out as Tricia slid off her body and left her in the middle of the bed.
Her absence was short though. Moments later, she was back, straddling Mindy, holding something Mindy couldn’t identify in her hand. It reminded her of a wand at first, like something the good witch would carry. It was even pink. But then Mindy noticed the end wasn’t a star or anything sparkly. It was a flat leather flap about an inch across and slightly longer.
Mindy flinched.
“This is called a crop,” Tricia informed her. She set it on Mindy’s chest before she reached for Mindy’s hands and tucked them under her knees, palms up.
“Mommy…” Mindy trembled, nervous about the unknown as Tricia restrained her.
“Naughty Little girls who play with their titties without permission get their tight little buds swatted.”
Mindy whimpered. Her body was still humming from the two orgasms. Her breasts felt heavy.
Tricia looked like a goddess hovering above her. Her own breasts were high and full. Mindy wanted to touch them, suckle them. The urge was strong. But Tricia was holding that crop, tapping it on her palm now.
Mindy let out a squeak when Tricia dragged the leather tip over her nipple. The small bud was hard as a rock.
“Stay still, Baby girl. If you squirm and I miss, I’ll add more to your punishment.”
The suspense was the worst part. Mindy couldn’t stay still. It was an impossible task. Her breasts felt tingly.
Tricia dragged the soft leather tip of the crop over Mindy’s globes, avoiding her nipples. Each time she let the crop flick across a nipple, Mindy flinched.
“Please,” she finally begged.
“Please what, Baby girl?”
“Please spank my titties,” she asked boldly. She had a foot in both worlds. Part of her was Little. Part of her was an adult who wanted relief. She didn’t care that the line was blurred.
Tricia finally lifted the crop and landed a swat on one of Mindy’s breasts, not the nipple, but the side of her boob. It stung. It felt weird.
She liked it. “Again,” she pleaded.
Tricia chuckled. “My naughty Little girl is so very sexy when she begs.” Tricia lifted the crop and swatted Mindy’s other breast on the outside next, but a second later, she gave a tap to Mindy’s nipple.
Mindy gasped and arched. The sharp sting went straight to her clit. She writhed, but there was no way to escape Tricia, and besides, Mindy didn’t want to escape. She wanted more.
Mindy’s mind slid back and forth between her adult and her Little. Her adult wanted another orgasm. Her Little felt very naughty. “Please, Mommy. Don’t spank my titties. I’ll be good. I promise.” She uttered all that in a fake voice she’d never used before, meaning none of it.
Tricia swatted the same nipple again, harder this time.
Mindy nearly bucked off the mattress. If Tricia hadn’t been holding her down with her entire body weight, she would have.
The next spank landed on Mindy’s other nipple, harder. The burn was sharp and continued to throb for several seconds. Mindy’s pussy was soaked. Wetness was surely leaking out onto the sheet.
“Please,” she begged again.
Tricia swatted both her breasts back and forth with no rhyme or reason. Hard and soft. The globes and the tips. Left and right. Sometimes several swats on one side before switching.
Suddenly she tossed the crop aside, cupped Mindy’s breasts with both hands, and squeezed them. She pinched both nipples at the same time. “You are so pretty, Baby girl,” she praised. “Such a good girl.”
Mindy whimpered. She kept kicking her legs out, trying to get traction. She couldn’t buck the amazing woman off of her, and she didn’t want to anyway. Except her sex was beyond needy now, and she wanted Tricia to let her come again.