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His other hand wound around my hip, holding me firmly against his waist. His cock was rock hard against my hip. He liked taking me in hand like this, too.
I closed my eyes and curled against him, just as his hand squeezed my backside one last time before it pulled away.
The first few spanks were gentle, like some of the sexier spankings he had given me before that were only meant to pinken my bottom and make my pussy wet. His palm leisurely warmed my bottom, gradually getting firmer with each swat. The slow progression almost made it worse because I knew it was only going to get harder.
The sting began gently, blossoming over my bottom cheeks like I was lying out in the sun, but it didn’t stay that way for very long. One minute passed and then another and as if he’d hit a certain threshold, his palm lit into me like it had suddenly come to life. Up to that point, I’d been able to keep quiet, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever.
I always forgot how much his hand hurt until I was in this position again. Its broad surface punished every square inch of my backside, and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to start whimpering and crying out. When I tried to reach back and block him, he quickly wrapped his hand around my wrist and pinned it just above my ass.
The stinging burn only grew more intense. He hadn’t pinned my legs this time, and I tried to kick my feet, but that only resulted in a stinging spank catching right on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. The edge of his fingers slapped the folds of my pussy, making me cry out, and I instantly pressed my legs back together.
“Please!”
“Oh, babygirl. We’ve hardly even gotten started,” he warned, and my core squeezed tight with anxious nerves. His palm caught right beneath the lower curve of my cheeks, and I squirmed, trying to break free even when I knew it was pointless.
I flinched when he started punishing my thighs. The sting was sharper the lower his palm descended, and when I kicked to try to avoid it, he popped the flats of his fingers against the fullest part of each of my calves. With a startled cry, I quickly tried to straighten my legs and stop fighting so that didn’t happen again.
His palm flattened and the sting grew more intense, blazing red hot across every inch of my ass no matter what I did. The slow burn at the beginning had lulled me into a false sense of comfort, but now that the punishment had truly begun, my fear at just how hard this was going to get reared its head.
I needed to give him my surrender and I was fighting it, just like I always did. It was difficult to give him control, to trust him through an intense thing like this, but I knew I wasn’t going to have a choice about it.
He paused, running his palm over my heated flesh. “This gorgeous ass is so very pretty when it’s been spanked bright pink,” he murmured.
I moaned, the sting overwhelming, but my pussy was burning almost as much as my ass. My clit was throbbing so hard that I was worried he might feel it. I shifted, sliding my thighs against one another and noticing just how wet they were. I blushed hard and unintentionally arched my back a little bit, hoping that he’d reach between my legs and touch me where I needed it the most.
My legs trembled and I sighed, his soft touch lulling me into a more relaxed state, but then he cleared his throat and I tensed.
I think a part of me had hoped that my spanking was over, but the more realistic part of me knew that it wasn’t. What had happened necessitated a much harder punishment, and instinctually, I knew the parts I’d been unsure about were soon to come.
“Stand up, my babygirl,” he directed gently.
I didn’t even really think as I began to move. I pushed up off the bed after he released my hand and then I was standing up in front of him with every part of me laid bare.
With my bottom burning, there was really no hiding from him like this.
“I want you to walk into the bathroom and bring me the hairbrush that’s on the counter,” he instructed, and my eyes grew wide as saucers.
“Hairbrush?”
“Yes, babygirl. Go now and fetch it for me,” he answered.
I gulped nervously, frozen in place for a long moment before my feet were sliding across the bedroom floor. There was really no thinking at that point, only doing as I entered the master bathroom.
There was a hairbrush on the bathroom counter, just like he’d said there would be. It looked menacing at first sight, but it was only after I picked it up that its truly intimidating nature shone through. It was made of thick wood, but it was also lighter than it appeared. The handle was long and wider than most, meaning that it would fit comfortably in his hand when he used the intimidating wooden back to spank me with.
Fuck.
I tested it against my other hand, letting it lightly fall, and I sucked in a shocked breath at the agonizing sting that came with such a tentative swat.
It was going to hurt so much more when he used it.
I didn’t know what kind of wood it was, but there was a slight reddish hue, and the swirls in the wood sort of made it pretty.
I didn’t want it to be pretty.
I delayed for what seemed like a safe amount of time before I forced my feet to begin to move again. I held the hairbrush lightly in my hands as though I was carrying a grenade, wanting to throw it away, but also afraid to.
“Good girl,” he praised when I returned. Thankfully, he plucked it from my fingers after that. He pulled me over his knee, quickly pinning my legs this time with his. I struggled, more out of frantic need than anything else, but his strength was no match for me. I had known he would be able to hold me in place.
