“Good girls get rewarded. Little brats get punished,” he says, in a husky voice that goes straight to my core.
When he finally reverses the car, my heart thuds with anticipation, and all I can think about is how much I crave his touch.
There’s no way I’m taking the second option, none at all, and something tells me he’s counting on it.
I lean over the bed and cling to the sheets, anxiously awaiting the sound of the bedroom door. It feels like a lifetime before the click engages.
A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, and I bite my lip to repress the smile forming on my face.
He steps up behind me. “Such a dirty little brat. Torn between being good but wanting desperately to be punished,” he rumbles. My cheeks heat. Oh god, he’s right, this is me complying but eager for punishment too. A total contradiction, if ever there was one.
The sound of his belt being pulled from his pants causes wetness to gather in my panties as I imagine him lowering them.
Are we going to have sex?
I close my eyes and will myself to remain indifferent. This is it; this is the moment he’s going to take me. A whimper leaves me, and he chuckles, making me wish I could swallow it back down.
“You’re so fucking needy, Little Brat.”
He’s right, I am, but what he doesn’t know is, I only have this reaction toward him.
“Are you like this for every man who pays attention to you?” he croons, and his finger flips up my school skirt.
“N-No.”
He trails his finger over the flesh of my ass, then hooks it into my panties. “Only you,” I admit meekly.
“Hmmm…” He pushes my panties into the crack of my ass one side at a time, exposing both cheeks to him.
“It better only be for me, Little Brat. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
An unfamiliar sound whips through the air, and the sharp slap of something against my ass forces me to cry out, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s hit me with his belt.
“Say you’re sorry for being a brat.”
Again, the belt sails into the air and cracks me hard, causing me to jolt into action. “I-I’m sorry for being a brat.”
“Again!”
The pain slices through me.
“I-I’m sorry for being a brat.”
One apology after the other is followed by the crack of his belt against my bare skin.
My cries are ignored, and when the belt drops to the floor, relief floods me.
I go to move, but his hand wraps around my neck and he pins me to the bed.
“You’ll stay still while I take what I want from you,” he grits out, and a thrill sparks inside me. I’ve taken my punishment, and now he’s rewarding me with himself. “You owe me this.”
I nod dutifully. He has no idea how much I want this, need it.
While the punishment was painful, I couldn’t help but give myself over to it, welcome it almost, and when his cock brushes against my sore ass, a flood of arousal fills my panties.
Oh god, this is it.
