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“You don’t have to spank me,” I squeaked.
“I do, mynaughtygirl,” he chastised me.
The way he said naughty made my core twist tight, making me feel like nothing more than a bad little girl about to go over her daddy’s knee for a stinging spanking. I stepped from one foot to another, overwhelmed as I stared down at those massively broad hands.
“I was just planning on using my hand tonight, babygirl, but I’ll take off my belt if I need to.”
“Please not your belt,” I whispered quickly.
“Then do as you’re told and lift your nightshirt,” he coaxed.
I whined as I wrapped my fingers around the hem. With a soft whimper, I slowly pulled it up inch by achingly slow inch. As I exposed my thighs, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself somewhere else, like I was just stripping to take a shower instead of baring my panties so that my husband could take them down, not for pleasure, but for a punishment with his own hand.
What made matters worse was that my pussy wouldn’t stop clenching. My clit felt like it was pulsing so hard that I worried he’d be able to see it even though that was a crazy, ridiculous thought. I bit my lip.
He held my gaze as I lifted it to my waist. The moments seemed to stretch on forever as I exposed myself, but it was like a bullet straight to my core when he dropped his gaze to my panties.
“These are very pretty, naughty girl. It’s a shame I have to take them down because you’ve earned such a hard spanking,” he mused. He reached out for me and I gasped, my breath heated as his fingertips caressed the skin just above the hem of my lacey lingerie.
I turned away and he cleared his throat.
“Look at me when I pull your panties down, Natasha,” he demanded, and I quickly jerked my eyes back to his. His fingers curled around the thin waistband, and I trembled. He’d seen all of me only last night, but somehow this seemed like the first time all over again, but that much worse because he wasn’t taking them down to kiss my clit and make me come.
He was taking them down only because he was going to spank my bare bottom.
A part of me hoped he would just yank them down and get it over with quickly, but he didn’t. Instead, he took his time, lowering them so slowly that I couldn’t help but think about what he was going to see when he finally took them down all the way.
He wasn’t going to find me damp or maybe just a little wet. He was going to see that my pussy was absolutelysoaked.
I almost pitched forward at the thought.
Time ticked by as though it wasn’t passing at all. He exposed me ever so slowly and when the moment finally came for him to pull the fabric away from my pussy, it stuck against my skin. He had to use a little more force to take them down the rest of the way, but there was no way he couldn’t know now that my arousal had seeped through my panties.
I couldn’t look away from his face as he gazed down at me there, knowing what he was seeing and embarrassed and aroused all the same.
“I see,” he said simply, which somehow made everything that much worse.
He reached out and took my wrist in his hand. I looked down at him in confusion before he gently yanked me forward. I was too caught off guard to fight the way I fell forward, landing over his lap with my panties still tangled around my knees. Somehow, that made the fact that they were down that much more striking because it didn’t let me forget how they had come down and why they were there in the first place.
For the first time, I started to fight. I kicked and punched the bed, trying to scramble backwards. He held me there as if it took no effort at all, letting me work out my need to at least try to fight my way out of this. Finally, I paused and realized I was out of breath. He didn’t say a word as he pitched me forward over one thigh. His leg swung over the backs of mine, pinning me in place.
In a fresh wave of panic, I started to fight again, but this time I couldn’t really move at all. I couldn’t kick, and when I reached back to pull my nightshirt down, he easily caught my wrist. I drummed my toes against the floor and shrieked.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
With his other hand, he lifted my nightshirt so that it was fully out of the way.
I panicked. This wasn’t the kind of panic that I had if I’d forgotten to study for an exam, or to turn in an assignment, or even that one time that I’d left my wallet in the car when I’d gone out to a restaurant. It wasn’t even like the feeling I’d had when Sergei had walked into the chapel.
This was a new, much sharper panic, one of a girl over her husband’s knee with her bottom fully bare, about to getting a spanking because she’d purposefully baited him into it.
My pussy clenched hard.
He held me there firmly, and I knew that there would be no getting out of this. I tried not to think about how much I’d exposed myself when I’d kicked and fought, but I blushed about it anyway. His hand squeezed my wrist and I swallowed hard.
Oh my god, he wasrock hard.
I could feel the iron steel of him against my hip. There was no question about it. He was aroused. Taking me in hand like this turned him on. I squeezed my eyes shut and his other hand brushed against my bottom. I sucked in a breath, knowing that was the one he was going to use to punish me.
