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He didn’t touch my pussy and a part of me was disappointed. I didn’t have long to think about it though before he swatted my bottom hard. I squeaked and clapped one hand over my mouth. I lifted my head and only just then took in the exposed position that I was in.
The atrium had big windows everywhere. If anyone was walking through the gardens, they’d be able to see what was happening, that my bottom was bare, and I was over Mason’s knee getting a spanking.
That only made my desire flare hotter. I yearned to slide my fingers beneath my hips and make myself come right at this very moment.
“Are you nervous, little girl?” he asked, letting his palm still. It was situated over both of my cheeks, but it was so close to my pussy that I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if his fingers touched me there instead of my own.
“Yes,” I breathed anxiously.
“Good. Now you’re going to learn that when I threaten you with a bright red bottom, I mean it,” he scolded, and I squirmed in a way that made my needy clit throb even more insatiably. He lightly slapped my bottom, jostling it enough to make my inner walls practically convulse.
He was going to make me lose my mind.
“You should know something else, little girl. I’m going to very much enjoy every second of spanking this perfect bottom bright red,” he said with a growl. He angled his leg upward a little bit, positioning me in a way that put my backside even higher in the air.
All it did was put my entire focus on his hand and how vulnerable I was right now. His palm cupped my left cheek and then my spanking finally began.
I squeaked with the first one, the sound reverberating through the atrium even more loudly than last night in my bedroom. Would the glass windows hide the sound? Were any staff tending the garden right now? I whined and tried to crawl off him, but Mason quickly pinned me over his lap as he smacked my bottom hard several times.
Each one stung and the more he spanked me, the deeper that ache traveled. It felt different than last night. Last night had been a punishment, hard and fast and it had ended in tears. This morning though, he was still spanking me just as firmly, but he was taking his time, and I was able to take the pain, a flare of pleasure following each smack.
I squirmed over his thighs as my bottom began to burn, but my pussy was flaring hot along with it. I twisted and turned more to try to find relief for my needy little clit than to avoid his hard spanks. His leg angled me higher, and he spanked directly between my cheeks on top of my pussy, jostling me just enough to drive me wild with desire.
My squeaks turned to cries and eventually they morphed into moans. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but soon my body was humming with frantic need.
“Please!” I begged.
He spanked me really hard several times, making sure to punish the top of my thighs especially firmly and I wailed. Those stung the most. He paused for a few moments, running his fingers over my scalded flesh.
“You’re only pink, little girl. I’ve got a bit more to go to turn this naughty bottom bright red,” he chided.
“It hurts,” I whined.
“A spanking is supposed to hurt, naughty girl,” he scolded. I’m not sure how he did it, but he used his own leg and spread my thighs open. I wailed in shock and shame, but he quickly pinned me in place with his arm all while my pussy was on display.
“I believe you!” I cried out.
“I know you do, little girl,” he replied softly. “Now, I’m going to finish the rest of your spanking, so you never forget it.”
I cried out as the spanking renewed. It was harder this time and he picked up the pace. His palm was relentless, each stinging spank sinking deeper and deeper, almost straight down into my core. I held my breath as I struggled to take it. Desire blazed red hot and as I struggled over his knee with my bare pussy exposed, I realized that I was rubbing my clit right on his jeans.
I did it again.
I couldn’t help but moan with my desperation. Just when I’d gotten into a rhythm that was bound to make me orgasm right there over his knee, he started spanking my thighs and the only thing I could think of was how much more that hurt than all the rest. I whimpered and cried out as his fingers edged toward my inner thighs.
“Please! I won’t be late again. I’ll be a good girl!” I wailed.
He finally stopped spanking me and I sucked in a breath. My bottom burned and my thighs felt like they were on fire, but all that paled compared to how needy my naked pussy felt. I wanted to come so very badly, right then and there.
“There now, little girl. I think you’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?” he chided.
“Yes!” I whimpered.
“Reach back for me and touch that bright red bottom,” he instructed.
I blushed, but I knew that he’d spank me some more if I didn’t do as he asked. Tentatively, I reach back and slid my fingers over my bottom cheeks. They were practically on fire.
“It’s very hot,” I whispered, my voice quivering with shame.
