I rolled my eyes and said, “This isn't exactly comfortable.Can't we do this somewhere else?Where I'm not hanging upside down?”My hair fell over my head, swinging in the air.My hands had nowhere to go.Either down to the floor or beside my torso.And my breasts were completely squished underneath me.
“This is not for your comfort, Francesca.This is to teach you some respect.Do you understand that?”
I let out a frustrated sigh.“Whatever,” I said, squeezing my eyes together, waiting for his hand to make contact with my behind.
“There's that smart fuckin' mouth of yours again.”
I was surprised when my skirt was suddenly yanked up to my hips, leaving my bottom exposed to the cool air.“You're going to get seven spankings.And you will count after each one.Do you understand?”
I nodded.And braced.
“Do you understand?”
Ugh.
“Yes, Sir,” I added in the last part because I had read it in a book once.The guy was into a bunch of freaky stuff, and he wanted his victim—I mean, girlfriend—to call him sir.
I also figured maybe this would earn me a few brownie points and he wouldn't smack me too hard.The drive home wasn't short.Having a sore behind would not be fun.
He squeezed one cheek.“I like that, Francesca.I like that a lot.In fact, I'll lower it to five spankings.What do you think of that?”
I swallowed and smiled.
It worked.
“Thank you, Sir.”Something naughty stirred inside of me.Something I didn't know existed.It felt like he'd awakened something.I just wasn't too sure what it was.
“Very good.You're a fast learner.I like that.”
And then—
Smack.
I gasped at the shocking sting.“One,” I said as my heart began racing and a deep ache set up between my thighs.
“Louder,” Stefan commanded.And that was not a turnoff.Not at all.
“I'm sorry, Sir,” I said, followed by a much louder, “One!”
His hand rubbed my behind while he said an appreciative, “Good girl.”
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
I felt myself begin to drip between my legs.Already.
And all he’d done was call me a good girl.
His fingers trailed over my behind and between my legs.Once there, he moved my panties to the side and dipped his fingers in.There was no way to disguise what was happening there.He easily slipped inside me.
“I see you like this as much as I do, Francesca.I knew you would.Do you know how hard I am right now?”
I moaned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me, “No, Sir.I don't.”
He played in my wetness for another moment before saying, “Well, you're about to find out.Soon.Would you like that, Francesca?Do you want to see how hard you've made me?”
