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Then, after the initial shock of that first smack passed, the sting of his palm followed. It was as if my body was delayed, and my mind was worlds ahead.
This was truly happening. I’d slapped a man that had done nothing but question me and he’d decided that was naughty enough to take down my jeans and panties for the first bare bottom spanking of my life.
Maybe I really wasn’t on Earth anymore… Maybe he was telling the truth.
You’re insane.
The second firm spank fell on the opposite side, and I gasped again—the noise, the sting, all of it catching me off guard even though I should have at least been partially prepared. Nothing I’d ever read or seen could hold a candle to this. The shame ran deep, but my arousal went deeper. I was embarrassed to be in such a position and taken aback by how much the flat of his hand stung.
The third spank fell, and then the tempo of his chastisement started to increase. His hand fell faster and faster, each smack hurting more than the one before. It wasn’t just the swats in isolation. It wasbuildingon itself. The sting was increasing, the burn was spreading, and I cried out as one landed straight on top of my pussy. Would he spank me there, too?
Suddenly, the answer flew from my mind as his voice echoed around me, surrounding me in its enticingly seductive darkness. I hung onto every word like a lifeline, my bottom cheeks stinging and my clit ceaselessly pulsing.
“Now that I have your attention, I think it’s finally time for your spanking to really begin,” he murmured.
My heart stopped. “You can’t mean to… It’s not…over?”
He did mean to.
His hand peppered my left cheek several times, and then he did the same to my right. They were far harsher than the initial ones, each one hard enough to make my cry out a bit in abject disbelief. He punished the tops of my cheeks first before he made his way farther down to the lower curve of my ass. He lifted his leg just enough to expose the extremely sensitive area where my bottom met my thighs. The first smack that landed there was the harshest of all.
And then he focused there, punishing both places relentlessly. I tried to kick and fight, but his strength was no match for me. That’s when I realized something else.
I had no control here. I was completely out of my element. This spanking was going to end when he decided it would, no matter what I did or said.
A quiet wail escaped me when he continued down onto my thighs. Those stung more than anything else. I tried flexing my muscles and keeping them relaxed, but neither did anything to relieve the painful agony that his hand was searing into my backside. Eventually, I stopped trying to do anything at all because the only thing I could do was take the spanking with some measure of dignity.
This was a punishment for children. I could survive this. I could survive anything.
Why did it feel like it was much worse than that, though? Was he spanking me harder than usual?
When his palm caught the underside of my bottom cheek, I realized something else. He wasn’t just spanking me. He waspunishingme and the weight of that was heavy.
I sucked in a breath, trying to keep my cries quiet, trying not to wail and moan like a child, but a woman who understood that what she did was wrong and would take her spanking like a lady.
Fuck. It hurt so much, though.
His hand felt like what I imagined a paddle would, peppering every inch of my bare cheeks and thighs with a sizzling fire that would burn long into the night. Even worse, my clit kept throbbing, and I was one hundred percent certain that my arousal would be visible now. It would glisten in the light of the fire, giving away my shame and making this childish punishment sink that much deeper.
“Please. I’m sorry!”
The words bled out of me before I could think to stop them. Once they were free, a measure of hope that he might hear them flared deep inside me, and I held my breath.
“Your bottom is hardly even pink, little human. I want you to remember this moment every time I give you a directive, at least until I can get you back to the safety of the castle.”
“Please. I’ll remember. I promise,” I vowed.
Honestly, I would have said anything so that he would let me up. I probably would have promised my first-born child if only the spanking would end. I’d even put my nose in a corner and display my pink bottom if it would only make it stop.
“I’m going to make sure of that right now.”
My pussy clenched so hard that my hips bucked right there on his thigh. The pressure was enough to just lightly grind my clit on his thigh, and my shame tripled when a moan fell off my lips.
He paused and my embarrassment surged right up into the sky.
“Are youenjoyingthis, Ella?”
My heart stopped and I opened my mouth, but no words came out. All my life, I’d been quick with a smart retort. I didn’t say it out loud most of the time in an effort not to anger my stepmother or my stepsisters, but it always came to mind.
