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Almost instantly, I mentally face-palmed myself for how desperate it sounded. However, he didn’t make fun of me. Just the opposite. He approached me, putting his huge hand on my cheek—it covered half my face with its size. My whole body trembled, yet I was tense. I didn’t know what to expect from him.
"You really want to be my good girl," he muttered under his breath, just for himself, and I sucked my lower lip into my mouth to suppress a moan. I was dying for his touch and for his look of pride. Nothing could stop me from doing anything for this man. My common sense flew out the window the moment he put me under his spell.
19
Lunch Time
Electra
"Undress."MrThorn’ssternvoice reminded me I wasn’t in some kind of dream. It was my new reality. I unzipped my dress and put it on the chair. The lacy bra and panties quickly followed.
He was eyeing me up and down. Lazily, he moved his gaze from my face to my chest, licking his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted up slightly when he continued his ogling of my hips and down my thighs. I was holding my breath, staring at him, waiting for his next order.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, and after one second of hesitation, I dropped down. He came closer, and I was eye level with his groin. I found myself hoping that my punishment would be blowing him. Oh, God!
"Take off my belt," he continued in the same strict voice, and I moved my shaking hands to his pants. I took off the black leather strap, realising that my ass would probably meet it in the next few minutes. I shuddered when my fingers grazed the cold surface of the disciplinary tool. I wasn’t sure I was prepared for it, yet I trusted Mr Thorn to use it wisely.
He took two steps away from me, and I followed his moves with a confused expression. I needed him nearby during this.
"Stretch your arms in front of you, princess," he ordered, and I did as he said. I was kneeling on the ground, completely naked, with a belt in my hands while he was watching me intently. "Straighten your back and lower your head."
Again, I followed his words, thinking about how vulnerable I was. I saw his shiny black shoes as he moved to the side, checking me out.
"Remember that position, princess. You will always wait for your punishment like this, naked and with a tool," he announced, and my heart skipped a beat. He was expecting me to break his rules again. Shit! “Next time, it could be a cane, a whip, or anything else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I muttered, not daring to look up at him.
"Good girl," he whispered, caressing my cheek with his finger. "Stand up."
I rose to my feet, and he took the belt from me.
"You were three minutes late. For every minute, you’ll receive five strokes; ten on your ass, five on your pussy.” His words were terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I didn’t know if I was afraid or happy because of this. I was so confused.
"Do you agree with your punishment, princess?" He was staring directly into my eyes, and I almost moaned my response. A soft "Yes, sir," escaped my mouth before I could say anything else.
"Then, come here." He motioned for me to come closer to the wall. "Lean into your palms." I put my hands on the cold wood, leaning into them. "Spread your legs; I want to see your pussy," he commanded, and I blushed a little. I was still slightly embarrassed in front of him, but I complied.
"Next time, in this position, you’ll stand on your tiptoes," he warned me, and I took a deep breath. I made a mental note to abide by the rules and not receive another unnecessary punishment.
"Ass up, princess." I heard from behind me, and I stuck my butt out as much as I could. "You will count for me, okay?" he continued, and I confirmed his words with my usual response. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I only wanted him to start because waiting was killing me.
I felt the belt on my ass when Mr Thorn brushed it across my hot skin. Goosebumps appeared on my whole body and he chuckled.
"Ready?" he asked softly, and I inhaled a sharp breath, murmuring, "Yes, sir."
The first hit was light and didn’t do much damage. It was like a spring breeze, nothing serious, and I said, "One," almost with a smile. The next four were a little harder, but still, nothing compared to the fifth stroke, which I’d received last night.
Mr Thorn positioned himself on my other side so he wasn’t beating only one of my ass cheeks. He hit me with more intensity, and I winced for the first time. Immediately, he put his cold hand on my butt, cooling the sore spot. I took a deep breath, calming myself down and waiting for another. The seventh stroke was a stinging one, and I whimpered. He hit me under my ass, in a very sensitive spot, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. The next three were equally intense but much harder to get through. My cheeks were on fire, and there were another five in front of me.
"Spread your legs wider," Mr Thorn ordered, with his hand on my back. He caressed me between my shoulder blades and down to my ass, gently rubbing my aching buttocks.
I didn’t expect him to use the belt without asking. He’d always asked before, but this time, he took me by surprise. He hit my pussy swiftly, and I squealed. The second one came right after the first, and I didn’t have time to pull myself together. He was holding me by my hip while the third came, and I fisted my palms. My pussy was burning, yet I was crazily aroused, and I felt my flowing juices moistening my thighs.
"I’m punishing you, and you’re enjoying it," Mr Thorn mumbled on my right side, and I smirked. He wiped the smile from my face with the fourth stroke, but the realisation stayed. Despite my being disciplined and my most private areas stinging, I definitely enjoyed it.
The last time, when the leather belt met my pussy, I groaned and pressed my legs together, caging it in between my thighs. I realised what I’d done only when my boss chuckled and asked me if I wanted another one. I didn’t.
I heard as my now most hated part of the wardrobe hit the ground and the metal buckle banged against the wooden floor. Instantly, I felt Mr Thorn’s lips on my back, moving up my spine. He kissed and licked my sensitive skin, moving his hand to cup my breast. He leaned over me, entwining our fingers on the wall, leaving a trail of small pecks on my neck. I moaned when he worked my nipple between his thumb and index finger, teasing it until it hardened under his touch. His groin was pressed against my ass, and for the first time, I felt his erect cock. I hated the fabric of his pants between us, but I didn’t move. Mostly because I was well aware of who the boss was.
