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I didn’t want to admit that part of me existed, but he was going to make me do so in a way that I wouldn’t be able to deny it ever again.
It was exposure of the deepest kind.
His broad palm rested on the small of my back, holding me in place and forcing me to think about the fact that my bottom was bare, and I was about a get a real spanking that was going to hurt very much.
My traitorous pussy pulsed.
His hand slid over my bare cheeks, promising and terrible and comforting all at the same time. He caressed me gently and my arousal blossomed into something that was beautifully scary and wonderfully consuming.
For a moment, my panic, arousal, my love for him, it all overwhelmed me.
And then the spanking started.
The first swat stung.
I had known it would, but it still caught me off guard anyway. There wasn’t really time for me to take that initial strike and breathe through it because another soon followed that hurt even more. I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself to keep quiet.
Maybe if I was a good girl and took the spanking well, then maybe he would have mercy on me. Maybe he wouldn’t fuck my bottom. Maybe he would take my pussy instead.
Even as I told myself those things, I knew that none of them would save me from what he said was coming. I knew that this spanking was going to hurt. I knew that I was going to struggle to take it and that his cock was going to slide into my bottom hole after it was over.
That knowledge made my pussy clench with fervent need.
My hips rose the slightest bit and his palm caught the underside of my bottom, right where the tops of my thighs met my cheeks. I cried out; the sting was far worse than anything that had come before.
It was bad, but it got worse after that.
I didn’t take it like a good girl. I took it like a naughty one, drumming my feet against the floor as he peppered every inch of my bottom and even the backs of my thighs. I cried out, trying to push off his thigh, but he held me firmly in place for each and every terrible spank.
This wasn’t just a spanking to make my pussy wet. We both knew that it probably would. I could feel it and he could probably see the wet strings of arousal between my thighs at this very moment as his hand struck my bare cheeks over and over. This wasn’t meant to put me in my place or anything like that.
This spanking was meant to punish me so shamefully that I never put myself in such a position again.
I squirmed as much as I was able, but his palm was relentless, and my bottom was stinging so much that I could think of nothing else.
It built and it built until it billowed over. I tried not to cry. I tried to remain stoic, but it was a lost cause.
He’d known that before he’d even put me over his knee. I hadn’t accepted it until this very moment though. Now I had no choice.
I begged for mercy. I told him I was sorry, that I would never do it again, but soon enough my pleas became incoherent. I kept trying, needing to for my own sake even though it was clear that it wasn’t going to end my punishment before he thought it should.
I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut, but the tears were inevitable. I pressed my thighs together as he spanked the backs of them, losing control so quickly and completely that it left me reeling. Soon enough, a single tear rolled down my left cheek. Then another down my right. I tried to stop them. It was far too late.
I started to sob and the spanking continued. Each cruel spank somehow stung more. The pain had built to a crescendo, but my pussy still continued to burn with need.
He slowed down, striking each side with a heaviness that felt like it fractured a part of my soul.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered. It was difficult to get the words out, but I managed it even as I choked on my tears.
“I know you are, my love,” he answered gently. His leg lifted off the back of mine and he wrapped his arms around me. He lifted me up into his lap, using his thumbs to wipe my cheeks free of tears.
I curled up against him, crying into his shoulder. He held me until my tears dried. Even then, he didn’t rush to bend me over the bed and do what he’d said would come next even though his cock was still so very hard, and he was looking forward to it.
He held me for such a long time.
The breadth of his arms around me and the constant steady beat of his heart calmed me. I focused on pulling air into my lungs and exhaling it out. The constant stinging that burned across my bottom still hurt, but it was somehow lesser now that I wasn’t pinned over his knee, and he was holding me.
He curled his palm around my face, the same one that had just spanked my bottom so hard and he turned my gaze to his. I sniffled, my eyes still watery and feeling more vulnerable than ever.
