“Please, Massimo! Mercy!” I wail, kicking my feet and squirming frantically against his erection. “I-I was a naughty little girl! I deserve this spanking! Please stop!”
“If you deserve it, why should I stop?” he growls, his hand smacking my thighs and bottom, making both of them burn.
“Because I’m sorry! Because I know I screwed up!” I cry, my body shaking with a mixture of pain and throbbing arousal. “Because I’ll never do it again!”
“Are you going to be a good girl for the rest of the week?” he asks, slapping dangerously close to my pussy. “Are you going to do everything I say, without questioning me?”
“Yes!” I howl miserably.
“I liked it better when you were sayingyes, sir,” he muses, smacking my sit spots so hard my body jerks with each one.
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” I squeal. “I’ll be a good girl!”
His hand comes down several more times, then he stops, and rubs the last burning spot he spanked. I whimper as my sobsturn into sniffles. My bottom feels like it’s still on fire, but his callused hand is somewhat soothing now. I tremble from the mixture of pain and arousal. I’m so turned on I could probably come if I rub myself against him now that the spanking is over. He’s still hard as a rock, and he throbs when he squeezes my ass enough for me to feel cool air wafting between my legs.
“Ah!” I protest, trying to squeeze my legs together as tightly as possible, but his grip keeps my pussy exposed.
“Don’t be embarrassed,bambina,” he says. “Your reaction is normal. I’ll let you go in a moment. I just want a peek at what I’m going to be dreaming about tonight.”
A peek? At what he’s probably been staring at the entire time he’s been spanking me? I’m not sure which is redder: my butt or my face. Feeling his gaze just seems to make me wetter. I squirm, but it doesn’t make him release me. All it does is make me feel his thickness. Am I going to be dreaming aboutthat? My core trembles as I imagine it—his rough hands providing pleasure instead of pain. His hardness, stretching me for the first time. I whimper softly until his hand finally releases the grip on my thigh.
“Why don’t you go to your room and take some time to get yourself together?” He pats my reddened bottom dismissively. “Then you can come back, thank me properly for punishing you, and have another glass of wine.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I whisper, letting him help me up from his lap.
I stand in front of him, feeling small, vulnerable, and exposed. My dress cascades down my legs, covering some of my skin. I reach for my panties and tug them back around my hips, grimacing when they slide across my seared flesh. I sniffle, wipemy eyes, and shuffle toward my bedroom. I don’t let out a sigh of relief until the door is closed and locked.
“What is happening to me?” I question, feeling fresh tears spill down my saturated cheeks. “This reaction is normal? It doesn’t feel normal.”
I stagger to the mirror and stare at my reflection. My face is a mess. I’ve cried all my mascara off and my makeup is a disaster. Even my lipstick is smeared around my lips like a clown. No wonder Massimo sent me to clean myself up. I wouldn’t want to look at this either. I grab my purse and retreat into the bathroom that adjoins the bedroom. This would be easier if I had my bathroom bag, but what is in my purse will have to do.
Then I have to thank him.
Properly.
Whateverthatmeans.
CHAPTER 9
Massimo
Lea’s scent lingers on me after she’s gone. Sweet lavender perfume. I’ve never liked perfume before, but I love the way it reminds me of her. It’s not the only scent in the air. I can still smell her arousal. Still see the evidence smeared across my pants where she squirmed.
I pour more wine for myself and fill her glass. Once I’m settled in my seat, I reach into my pocket and pull out Lea’s phone. I want to know everything about her, but I won’t invade her privacy more than I have to. I just need to make sure Sarah is the only one she’s been talking to. As soon as I scroll to her text messages, her phone buzzes in my hand with a new message from Sarah.
Sarah: Hey, why did you send me an audio file? All I hear is humming that makes my ears feel funny.
I sigh and contemplate a response. I scroll through the messages they’ve exchanged tonight, feeling more anger, but I swallow it.I mimic Lea’s responses and try to make it sound like this one is coming from her.
Lea: Sorry! I was trying out something new on my phone! It’s nothing.
Sarah: Is the date over?
Lea: Yes.
Sarah: Details!
Lea: There are no details worth talking about. I didn’t get anything useful for your podcast. Sorry. I’m going to bed.
