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“No running away from me, Haley. You did it once, you’re going to get punished and you won’t ever make that mistake again.” He approaches slowly, forcing my heartbeat to double with anticipation.
“Mr. Hayes—”
“Sir will do.”
In a swift gesture, he grabs the back of my neck and drags me to the bed with him. He sits down and drapes me over his lap. Spreading his legs slightly, I’ve got my hips against one and my chest against the other. My hands land on the floor, trying to avoid falling on my face. There’s no risk anyway, because he wraps an arm around my waist to keep me in place. His other hand brings up my gown to my hips before he runs it against my backside.
“Your ass is gorgeous,” he purrs. “It’s a shame I have to punish it.”
I’m speechless from his actions, but worse, I’m shocked at how aroused I feel. My stomach is tight, my pussy lips wet from the way he’s been talking to me.
Maybe he was right yesterday. Maybe I really am a whore.
I know some women get off on being spanked, but they have experience and have come to learn what they love. I don’t have experience.
I don’t know what I love.
The only thing I know is I liked it when Mr. Hayes tied me to his desk yesterday.
And I liked when he said I was a good girl after defiling me.
“I thought you understood I wanted you kind and obedient, Miss Stewart,” he says from above me. His hand massages each of my globes, halting my breath every time he goes a little too close to my pussy.
“You told Moore that I wanted to blackmail you,” I defend myself. “You pretended to be on my side just to get information you could relay back to her.” The feeling of betrayal in my tone is evident, but I don’t care.
I hear him huff above me, but he doesn’t even try to justify himself.
“You’re going to be sorry for running,” he simply says.
I feel the air still and a split second later, his palm crashes against my backside, making me yell from the surprise.
That’s before the pain follows.
“You fucking bastard!” I scream when the burning sensation explodes across my skin.
“Are you sorry for running?” His tone is so calm it enhances the pain.
“Are you sorry for tricking me into thinking I could trust you?!”
The second slap is harder than the first one. It pushes me forward, and he tightens his grip on my waist.
“I didn’t betray you.”
“Fuck you!”
Another two and I feel tears spring to my eyes. “Stop!”
“I.” Spank. “Didn’t.” Spank. “Betray.” Spank. “You.”
The pain becomes too much. Fire is spreading into every nerve and tears start running freely down my throat. “Stop…please.”
“Are you sorry, Miss Stewart?” The fact that I’ve heard him say my first name now makes it worse when he calls me Miss Stewart.
“Please,” I choke on a sob. “I c-can’t. It hurts…”
“That’s the point.” Another slap lands, this time closer to my pussy. The pressure makes me gasp, but it’s the wet sound that kills me with embarrassment. “Are you sorry?” He slaps me again, my clit vibrating with pleasure.
“Y-yes.” I cry from humiliation.
