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"I'm sorry, Sir," she repeats obediently. She turns her head to the side and looks at me, those eyes that are bound to be the death of me staring me down with their sparkling brilliance. And then the little slut grins at me, a wicked little smile for a wicked little girl.
"What a naughty little whore," I mutter, and with the snap of my fingers, her sinful thong falls to the floor, ruined. She gasps, and her intake of air turns into a long, sensual moan. "I haven't even touched you, and yet," I remind her, "You're already moaning like a needy whore."
Her body writhes in my arms and I take my time putting my hand on her ass. She's so fucking soft, her ass bouncing as my hand comes down against it for the first time. She shrieks when I hit her, and as soon as my hand's left her butt, she arches her back and puts her ass up for more.
"Please," she begs desperately, and I chuckle.
"Is that so," I say. "Already begging for more like a real slut. We've barely started, Cara."
"How many?" she asks, and I smooth my hand over her reddening ass. I better not think about her naked pussy on my knee, because I'll turn her the hell around and bury myself balls deep in her hole if I do.
"How many do you think you can take?" I ask her teasingly, and she gives me a defiant look.
"Fifteen," she blurts out, and I grin at her.
"Good," I say sweetly. "Let's double it and see what happens."
"But..." Her eyes are desperate.
"Shhh," I say. "Every time I hit your ass, I want you to say, Thank you, Sir, may I please have another? Is that clear?" Her breathing's picking up and she's panicking, squirming needily against my leg. She wants to get off, but fuck me if I'm going to let her. "I said, is that fucking clear, Cara?"
"Y-yes," she manages to get out.
"Good," I coo at her, smoothing my hand down her ass again. She moans and I hit her, harder this time. She yelps with pain, but my hand comes down against her ass and I smooth the pain away with a gentle caress.
"Thank you, S-Sir," she whispers.
"And what else?" I prompt her.
"May I..." I smooth circles down her ass and she moans so loud she could wake the dead. "May I please... May I pretty please have another?"
"What an overachieving little slut," I praise her. "Making me fucking proud, Cara."
I hit her again.
And again.
And again.
CHAPTER FIVE
CARA
THE SLAPS of his hand across my flesh send me into a frenzy. By the time we've reached ten, I'm shaking, my whole body threatening to collapse in on itself, and yet he isn't stopping, and I know he won't for a while, and it's my own fault. I don't even try to comprehend what's happening fully because it's almost too much for me to handle right now.
"Please," I croak. "Please stop just for a s-second..." Another slap shuts me up and I moan, long and slow and deep as he makes me stay still in his lap.
"You said fifteen," Mason tells me darkly. "And I promised you we'd double that. Regretting your words so soon, little girl?"
"No, I..." I feel tears pricking my eyes. I don't know whether it's because it hurts or because I'm embarrassed, and I don't really care, either. I'm humiliated, and I'm also dripping wet. The moment he lifts me off his lap, he's going to find a big wet spot on his trousers, and I'll want to die on the spot for it. "Please, stop. Please, let me go."
"Does it hurt?" he asks me gently, and his palm smooths down my ass, massaging the tender and sore spots in long and soothing circles. I moan, and I'm too embarrassed to admit that yes, it does hurt, but it feels incredible at the same time and I don't want him to stop. "I'll stop if it hurts too much, Cara. I promise."
"Y-yes," I mumble. "Please, it hurts too bad." It's a white lie, but I'm too embarrassed to keep doing this. My center is heating up and I'll die if I cum on his lap like this. I just can't let that happen. "Just let me go, Sir, please."
Hearing the name on my lips makes him groan, and he rests his hand on my sore ass. "Alright," he says softly, and I let out a long breath of relief. "I promised I'd stop, but you said you could take fifteen, and fifteen it's gonna be. Are you gonna be more careful with your promises next time, Cara?"
"Yes," I choke out, nodding vigorously. "I promise, I-I really do." I can't even understand the idea of a 'next time'. What we're doing right now, this spanking, is already pushing my limits so much I can't imagine anything as awful and delicious at the same time.
"Okay," he says, and in a second, he's turned me around on his lap. Time stands still for a moment as I settle my back on his knees and his eyes bore into mine. I can see him like this, see his ridiculously beautiful face that makes me want to claw his eyes out for doing this to me. But he can see me too, and I become increasingly aware of my nakedness on his lap.
"Please," I beg again, my bottom lip trembling.
His gaze slowly roves over my body. He stops on my collarbone, going down hungrily and drinking in my tits along with my heaving chest. My hands shake with a need to cover up my pussy, but I know he'll just push them aside, so I don't bother. He groans as his gaze travels lower and takes in my flat stomach and finally, the shaved triangle between my legs. I'm breathing so heavily my back's arching off his lap, and his eyes are violating me, fucking me with their intensity. He doesn't touch me, but he really doesn't have to. It's still too much and I feel like I'm going to burst any moment now.
"Luckily there are other surfaces for me to hurt," he tells me, and I whimper at his words. He grabs me in his arms and lays me down on his desk, my back flush against the dark wood and my legs hanging off, trembling and shivering as his fingers graze my stomach. “You should learn what happens to little liars, Cara. I know it didn’t hurt that bad.”
"Don't," I beg him.
"Don't what?" he asks me, giving me a grin. "Hit you here?" His fingers linger over my belly, traveling upwards. I hiss when he reaches the area under my tits, still covered by my pink dress. "Or here?"
"Please," I choke out. "Lower, please."
"Lower what?" he taunts me.
"Hit me lower..." I beg, and my own words embarrass me so much I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. "On my pussy, Sir." I can't stop the words from coming. I can't stop myself from wanting what I do from this man, practically a complete stranger. "Please, Sir..."
He chuckles and his fingers go lower. "I won't be able to make it better, though," he tells me darkly. "It's gonna hurt, you know that, right?"
"Okay," I say breathily. "Just five more, right?"
"Just five more," he nods. "Can you take them, little girl?"
"Yes." I may have overestimated my strength, but I'm going to stand up to him now. I'm going to prove I can take five more slaps, in my most sensitive spot, just to spite him. Whether he actually sees it as that is left up to my imagination, and he holds me down with a hand firmly pressed to my stomach, raising his palm above me. I squint and look away as the slap comes down and rings out in the office.
He's gentler this time, and the sting feels too fucking good for me to stay in place. I squirm on the desk and try to get up, but he holds me firmly in place.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asks me gently, and I give him an incredulous look. "Don't fucking test my patience, Cara."
"Please Sir," I get out through gritted teeth. "May I please..." His fingers smooth the area he slapped and I gasp. "Please!"
"Please what?" he demands, and his fingers stop rubbing, making me whimper in a frenzy.
"May I please have another?" My voice is shaking and I barely recognize the tone. I'm scared, but I'm turned on at the same time, unbelievably turned on and ready for him to do more to my body. Still, when the next slap hits me, I'm unprepared, and a long moan is ripped from my throat.
"Good girl," he praises me, smoothing down my hair. Most of it has escaped from my chignon now, and with a few simple motions, Mason undoes my hairstyle and my hair falls down in waves around my shoulders. "Such a looker," he tells me gently
. "You really are something, Cara."
