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I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the reins of my arousal even as it was quickly barreling well past the point of control. With every passing moment, I would tell myself that this was the hardest it could get and then he would prove me wrong, time and time again. I held on for as long as I could without making a sound. My lips slipped and I cried out, the sound barely audible but I knew he’d heard it because his cock hardened like an iron spike beneath my hip. I sucked in a breath when its size hit me. His cock was a man-sized cock, the kind that would stretch me open and probably split me in half if I took the whole thing.
His palm struck the tops of my thighs and this time, the cry that fell off my lips sounded far more frantic than I intended. After that, there was no more keeping quiet. His palm peppered the backs of my thighs almost exclusively, and that stung far more than the rest. He’d been accurate with his belt, but he was a master with his hand. He punished from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. I imagined his thoroughness had turned my whole bottom bright red because it felt like my ass had fallen straight into a campfire.
“I get it,” I screeched, struggling as much as I could even though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Tell Daddy you’re sorry,” he demanded, punctuating each word with a hard strike right where my ass met my thighs.
I knew from experience now that tender spot was the place that I would feel sitting down for the rest of the day, but I bit my tongue. I likely would have tasted blood, but several hard smacks to my upper thighs made me howl out loud.
This is how he would deal with me when I was naughty.
Why was my body reacting this way? What the fuck was wrong with me?
The spanking went on, turning more and more punishing the longer it lasted. I didn’t know how to make it stop, and somewhere deep down, a part of me fundamentally understood that it wasn’t up to me, that’s why he’d pinned me over his knee like this, so he could spank me just as hard and as long as I needed to be spanked. My clit wouldn’t stop throbbing and I yearned for the big strong hand to stop punishing me so that it could slide between my legs and give me that orgasm my body was screaming for.
Could the pilot hear this? Did he know what was happening?
I blushed hard, unintentionally arching my back, and lifting my hips just a little. He took advantage of my slight movement to reposition my bottom a bit higher. With my ass angled like this, I felt even more vulnerable, and when the spanking inevitably resumed, my cries had taken on a more desperate tone.
It hurt. A lot.
And it wasn’t ending anytime soon. If anything, it intensified, and my eyes started to water. I blinked, trying to do anything to hold them back. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but soon things started to spiral, the sting scalded even hotter, and the first tear dripped down my cheek. The spanking kept going for a little longer after that, really hammering in the message long after I was sobbing with my bottom burning over his knee.
I expected to be angry. I thought I would want to lash out and hurt him right back, but instead, I didn’t feel any of that. By the time the spanking finally ended, my tears had turned into tiny rivers that flowed readily down my cheeks and dripped off my chin, making a tiny little puddle on the couch.
“I’m going to take care of you,little girl, and you’re going to let me. Every time you fight me, it will result in this. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I wheezed, my shoulders shaking as I continued to cry.
His hand settled protectively on my burning backside and the possessiveness in that single touch took me by surprise. Maybe he meant to do it or maybe it was a happy accident, but somehow everything seemed lighter. This morning, I had been facing serious jail time and life as a felon and right now, a stranger had come for me and plucked me from that terrible fate. If the worst part of that whole thing was that my mysterious savior had a firm hand, I was lucky.
With grace, his hands curled around my waist, and he lifted me up and sat me down in his lap, my panties still wound around my knees and my skirt bunched up around my waist. Without a second thought, I curled my arms around his neck. There was the slightest bit of hesitation on his part, but when his strong arms wrapped around me, I let go of everything holding me back.
I tried not to focus on how comforting it felt to finally have someone in my life that cared about me enough to take me in hand when I needed it. I tried not to think about how I’d needed something like this for a very long time.
His fingers traced up and down my spine in soothing circles as my crying slowed. He held me like that for a long time. It could have been minutes or hours, but he didn’t shove me away or tell me to get a hold of myself like other guys would. He simply held me until I stopped crying and then some more after that.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, allowing his scent to surround me. When I leaned my head to the side a little, it pressed my ear against his chest and the comforting sound of his heartbeat caught me by surprise. I stilled and listened to its steady drumming, timing my breathing to its constant beat as I calmed down, safe and sound in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I ventured in a hushed whisper and his arms squeezed tight around me, revealing in unspoken words that maybe he did actually care about me.
“You were forgiven long before I took you over my knee, sweet girl,” he reassured me, and I settled in his lap once more.
Eventually though, the throbbing between my legs became far more incessant than the burning state of my bottom, and I rubbed my thighs together, hoping that it would offer some sense of relief.
“Stand up,” he directed.
There was a slight firmness to his tone, but it was more in a guiding way than a scolding one. Blushing deeply, I slowly climbed to my feet. My skirt was a little bunched up and I turned my head as his fingertips glided against the sides of my thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from watching the direction of his eyes.
Would he look at me there? Would he like what he saw?
My pussy was just as bare as my bottom. I’d never much liked hair down there, so I’d been shaving it ever since it had first appeared, and I’d shaved just last night. My cheeks flared red hot when his gaze dropped downward.
Then he looked. My core squeezed so tight it hurt.
Without a word, he slowly dragged my panties back up into place and I audibly sighed with relief once my swollen pussy was finally covered. Next, he pulled my tights back into place and adjusted my skirt to its normal position. I tried not to notice how nice it felt for him to dress me.
“Now, sweet girl, let me tell you what’s going to happen next. You’re going to sit down in your seat. I am going to get you something to eat and pour you a fresh glass of juice.”
