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It didn’t hurt her. It was the shock. I don’t think she has ever been spanked before. She won’t ever forget this.
“Calm down, Sophie. Just count. That is one. And feel. You will enjoy it.” I try to regain my control. My voice is betraying me. I give her three more smacks in quick succession, and she is squirming.
“Two, three, four!” she squeals at me.
We are getting somewhere. I hope I can last to twenty. I keep doing three or four in quick succession, making sure I caress her in between. I can feel myself leak pre cum. I feel her panties get wetter. She is breathing shallow pants. There is sweat on her lower back. She feels like she is relaxing as she hangs over me. I can feel her trying to rub against me to get a little friction on her clit, but I have her placed so well she won't be able to.
“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty,” Sophie says with pure lust in her voice.
“Good girl. You did well.” I need to praise her; she did do well. I’m enjoying the way her skin feels under my hand. I notice the heat from her ass where I’ve smacked it, but I can't see any marks as I left her panties on, I thought it might have been a bit much for her on her first time.
“Sophie, you are so wet, your panties are soaking. I can smell your arousal. So sweet, like honey.”
She is mewling back to me but trying to hide her face. I think she is embarrassed but there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love it. “Would you like me to help you, Sophie? Do you want me to make you cum?” I whisper in a husky voice to her. I am praying she says yes.
“Yes, please, Cahill,” she says so quietly I barely hear her.
I pull her cotton pants down her thighs. I need to see my marks on her. Wow, I am impressed! Her ass is glowing a lovely shade of red, and I can see one or two handprints where I smacked a little firmer, but that only makes my cock harder.
She has two dimples on her lower back, they’re just above her bum cheeks, and it looks sexy. I haven’t seen many dimples there. She is clean shaven, which is perfect for when I go down on her to taste what is mine. Sophie’s little pink pussy lips are shining with her arousal. I slide my middle finger up and down her folds, and Sophie nearly jumps off my knee. Satisfaction warms my black heart. She is such a very responsive little doll.
“Has anyone ever spanked you before, Sophie?” I need to know.
“No,” she says as she shakes her head.
“Did you enjoy it?” While still running my finger up and down her folds, her clit has engorged in size, and she is ready to burst any second, but I want to make it good for her.
“Yes, Cahill. Please, make me cum,” she begs.
“Oh, now, that would be my pleasure,” I reply as I slip one finger in her sloppy wet pussy. She lets out a hiss. She is so tight. I don’t think I will be able to get two fingers in, never mind my cock. I will need to work her up. Not that we are having sex tonight, but I can still get her ready. I slip my finger in and out of her a few times, then add a second finger while circling her clit lightly.
“That feels so good, I’m so full, Cahill. Please, let me cum,” she is begging.
I slide my fingers in and out a few times, then as I add more pressure to her clit I whisper, “Cum now, doll. Cum all over my fingers.” And she does.
She clamps down on my fingers. I feel I might cum myself like a little teenager, but I control myself, barely. She is calling out my name while her back is arched, and to be honest, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. She isn’t faking or trying to make cute sounds to impress me, she is being herself, and it's amazing. I want to soak up every moan and scream.
I keep moving my fingers to help her come back down. Once I feel her pussy relax, and her breathing slowly return to normal, I remove my fingers. I pull her panties back up, move her skirt down, and then lick my fingers. I see her peek over her shoulder to see what I moan about. She tastes so sweet. The best thing I have ever tasted. I would love to bottle her juices and drink it every day. She is amazing. When I am satisfied I can’t get any more of her juices off my fingers I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and wipe my hand. Only then do I let Sophie sit up and hold her on my lap. She is trying to stand up to get away from me, but I won’t be having that. I ignore her little movements and hold tight with a stern look. She will soon learn I am in charge, not her.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“I’m ok. Thank you.” She can’t look me in the eye. I pull her chin around and make her look me in the eyes.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of. I hope you understand why you were punished. Maybe you will think twice about disobeying orders in future,” I say with a little force, but I wouldn’t mind putting her across my knee again. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
It will be another shower tonight for me. Sophie just shakes her head at me.
“Do you think anyone would have heard me?” she asks shyly. I just shrug my shoulders because I don’t know. If Maria and Jones are in the kitchen then it's unlikely, but I don’t know if Ruairi is here or not. I don’t care if they heard her. I am proud I made her cum, and it was my name on her lips. But little Sophie does care, she hides her face in the crook of my neck and mumbles something. I don’t hear what she said because I am stunned she is looking for comfort from me. No one else I have been with has ever looked for comfort from me. They usually know the drill, fuck and leave. But Sophie is staying here, and she doesn’t really know me, plus we didn’t fuck. She is just confused, and she doesn’t really want me. After a few seconds I shift to let Sophie stand so I can too. Once I am up, I straighten myself out. I take her hand and we head to dinner quietly. I am ok with the comfortable silence we fall into.
I think we are having stew tonight with crusty bread. A good hearty meal. Once we get downstairs I smell garlic, that’s not in stew. What has Jones done? But Sophie lifts her head to sniff, and smiles. Why is she smiling at the smell of garlic? Is she even Irish? She is glowing so much I am not sure if it is from the smell of food, or the spanking I just gave her. I keep a hold of her hand and walk into the dining room. Ruairi is already seated. I pull out Sophie’s seat for her then seat myself.
“Why are you both smiling?” I ask. Then I see Jones enter with three bowls, which is what the stew should be in, only it’s not. He sets them in front of Sophie, Ruairi and me.
“Thank you, Jones. Dinner smells amazing, far better than mine does when I make it,” Sophie tells Jones with such a bright smile.
I look down and see spaghetti Bolognese, sprinkled with cheese and garlic bread on top. Am I in Italy? I look around. Ruairi has the biggest grin on his face, he is such a wanker, and he didn’t even warn me of this change. Why is there a change? I still haven’t touched mine, but Sophie is moaning again, which is making my dick twitch.
“Did you ask for this, Sophie?” I ask, trying not to sound like I am raging at her.
