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He doesn’t need to say anything because he’s too busy looking at your dripping, soaking wet, and very needy pussy right now.
My face flamed red hot, and I cursed the demon that controlled my inner voice. With a trembling breath, I realized I could actually feel his eyes on me.
And they feltheavy.
Feeling shy, I pressed my thighs together as hard as I could. I had a feeling it wasn’t doing anything to hide what was between my legs, but it was at least something. There wasn’t the slightest bit of doubt that he wouldn’t see my wetness. My inner thighs were slick with it, so much so that they slid against each other as I tried to ignore its presence as much as humanly possible.
This is really happening. You’re about to get your bare bottom spanked over Cormac’s knee and he knows that turns you on, you dirty little slut.
I blanched, taking solace only in the fact that he couldn’t hear the terribly naughty thoughts bouncing around in my head.
His hand on my hip squeezed a little, bringing into sharp focus that I was pinned in place, with both my bottom and my pussy bare for what was undoubtedly the most shameful experience of my life.
Don’t forget arousing, you dirty girl.
His palm finally settled on my left cheek, and I caught myself imagining those rough hands for the thousandth time. Until that moment, I hadn’t fully realized how broad they were. It nearly covered the entirety of one side of my bottom, and I bit my lower lip, worrying it as I tried to reconcile the stark contrast of my current position with the powerful bad girl I had felt like walking into the courtroom this morning.
It was a heady difference.
“Pouty, defiant little girls who throw their juice in Daddy’s face get their bare bottoms spanked bright red,” he announced.
My lips opened and the words sprang from me before I could stop them.
“Fuck you.”
The silence that followed was so dense that I could feel myself shrinking against him to hide at the same time knowing that I couldn’t.
His hand lifted and the first crack against my naked cheek was so loud that it made me cry out solely from the sound. A second gunshot rang out as he smacked the other side just as firmly and I slammed my lips shut, vowing to keep quiet for the whole thing.
I’d show him how brave a pouty, defiant girl could be.
This whole scenario was harrowingly different from the belting before. That had been a tool that meted out a consequence, just like kids at some private boarding schools were spanked with a paddle or a cane. That had been a spanking.
This was apunishment, one that I had flung myself headlong into earning.
The physical touch shared between us was startlingly intimate. It felt far more personal to be pinned like this against him with my panties pulled down to my knees.
It was far,farmore arousing too.
Maybe it was because he could see my pussy and that I couldn’t hide my body’s reaction when he held me close like this.
Did I evenwanthim to know?
More important, would he do anything about it?
My pussy clenched down hard at the same time a firm strike bounced off my right cheek. The first few spanks had been shocking more from the sound and the glaringly different position, but now it was being replaced by something else.
This stung. His hand actually hurt. The belt had functioned both to sting and to build my fear, but when he’d first said he was going to spank me with his hand, I’d assumed it would be easier to take.
It wasn’t.
Somehow, in some ways, it stung even more. Maybe it was because he kept his hand a little loose, so that the shape of it curled around each cheek in a way that the belt was too solid to do, or maybe it was just because I’d been so naughty that he had needed to deal with me right then and his hand was the thing that would teach me a lesson the fastest. It took a moment to realize that his pace was gradually increasing and maybe that had all been a warmup. I hoped I was wrong.
I wasn’t.
If I didn’t know that he was using just his hand, I would have thought that it was a paddle, but I knew it was his hand and somehow, that made the unexpected sting turn from mild to overwhelming in nothing short of a minute. I thrust my arm backwards and successfully commandeered control of my right bottom cheek for half a second before he grabbed my wrist and easily pinned it behind my back.
“Naughty girl,” he scolded, and my core squeezed tight.
