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I gesture toward Grisha. He knows what I want without my saying a thing. He sits on the end of the bed and, gripping Lily’s ankles, holds her legs down so she can no longer kick.
That doesn’t mean she’s suddenly submitting, though. And, to be honest, if she was, I’d be disappointed.
I take a seat on the bed next to her, and slowly slide her dress up to her thighs.
“Stop it,” she wails, squirming as hard as she can.
“Sorry, Lily. It’s time for you to learn a lesson,” I say, slipping her dress up further, nearly to her waist, and exposing her lovely backside. I take the waistband of her panty hose and with a sharp tug, tear the nylon down the back seam so it splits in half and is easily pulled below her bottom. Now her ass is completely exposed, quivering and delicious and tempting as fuck, save for the thong panty wedged into her crack.
I run a hand over one of her cheeks and she flinches. But I continue to smooth her flesh, and she starts to relax. I move to the other cheek, also smooth and soft. And if I’m not mistaken, and not foolishly flattering myself, I catch the scent of her budding excitement.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Crack.
I bring my hand down on her left ass cheek when she least expects it, and she responds with a yelp. Without waiting for her to recover, I do it again. And again.
For a total of five times. Not so bad, really.
And then do the same on her right cheek.
By the time I finish, her breath is coming deep and raspy. And if feels like all my blood has rushed straight to my cock, leaving it about as hard as it’s ever been.
Grisha and Valentin stare at her reddening bum with approval.
Her ass becomes a brilliant pink, brighter and brighter, even though I run my palm over it, soothing her burning flesh. She whimpers under me, unsure whether I am done with her punishment, or gearing up for another.
That’s what makes this so much fun.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her backside, so I straddle her legs and bend down to kiss her pretty behind. I gently part her cheeks and slide aside her thong to see her asshole, and as I do, she moans from embarrassment.
“Please don’t,” she whispers. “Please.”
I lean over her, my lips next to her ear. “Do you think you can behave now? Do you think you can be a good girl? No throwing things, no thrashing around, no screaming? Do you think you can do that, Lily?” I murmur, rocking my hard-on against her ass through my trousers and reveling in her discomfort.
Fuck, how I want to pull my dick out and get some satisfaction. But there’ll be time for that later.
“Y… yes. I will… behave,” she whimpers. “Please, no more spanking. Please.”
I take a knife from my pocket and slit one of the zip ties because she can’t be completely trusted yet. “Such a beautiful girl,” I croon, running my fingers through her hair, long since freed from the tidy knot it was in. “And such a good girl.”
Grisha and Valentin peel off, leaving the two of us alone.
“I think you’ll be comfortable here tonight, Lily. This really is a lovely room,” I say, gesturing at the exquisitely outfitted digs that are now hers. I don’t know how long she’ll be with us, but she might as well be comfortable.
She looks around, really for the first time, and gives a slight nod. It’s probably safe to assume her own home is not nearly this luxurious. Which is why I am glad we gave her this room. She deserves to be treated like a princess. I don’t know much about her yet, but I have a feeling she’s been overlooked, taken advantage of, and certainly under-appreciated. I want to change that for her, for at least as long as she’s here, and beyond. Show her she deserves more. By the time we guys are done with her, she’ll know her worth. If I have my way, she’ll expect nothing less than what the world owes her and will demand it every day of her life.
I might not have wanted Valentin to bring her along, but I can’t turn my back on a project.
“Have sweet dreams, Lily,” I say, kissing her forehead.
But before I could leave her for the night, she grabs my arm with her free hand. “Artem?” she asks.
I sit on the edge of the bed again. “Yes? Are you okay?”
She looks down at her torn pantyhose, the thong that’s covering what I’m sure is a pretty pussy, the dress that’s pulled up nearly to her waist, and how one arm is still tied to the bed. “I… I was wondering if you would lay with me for a while. You know, just until I fall asleep. I… I know it sounds weird, but I think it will help.”
Without a word, I remove what’s left of her pantyhose, then release her tied hand and unzip her dress and pull it over her head. In her bra and panties, she’s glorious.
