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Not justfuckme, as heart-poundingly scary and, frankly, exciting as that idea seemed. Christian had made it very plain that he wanted toclaimme—deflower me, take me,haveme… use my body for his pleasure.
Then… keep me. Teach me and train me.Guideme, with his firm hand.
Youdoalready know, a voice said, from somewhere so deep in my mind that I could tell it really had much more to do with my body than with my mind: a part of me so hard-wired into my nervous system that the ideas it sent to my head seemed like they came from a dark, unexplored country that I could never have found on a map.
Christian took a step toward me. He moved slowly but smoothly, raising his hands to the level of his hips and spreading them a little, as if to make sure I could see them.
As if he were a skilled animal handler, approaching a wild beast he doesn’t want to spook.
Not a dangerous creature, I thought—and I could see in his eyes that he didn’t feel any anxiety over the possibility that I might harmhim. No, his gentle eyes told me he feared I could harmmyselfwith my foolish attempts to escape. This trainer of wayward girls knew his job very well. He knew that a young woman just awakening to her true nature needed careful handling, if she was going to learn to serve him properly and to give him the pleasure he sought and deserved.
His face told me, as he moved closer, that he wouldn’t only punish me. He would reward me, too, when I was a good girl for him. He would give me more than I could even imagine, his smile seemed to say—more security, more lovely things… above all, more pleasure. He would never harm me.
But…
But hewoulddiscipline me, when I needed it.
And he knew when I needed it, much better than I did.
And I needed it right now.
I let out a little cry, and despite Christian’s careful approach I backed up a step, my hands still behind me to cover my backside. I felt the wall against my hands and then against my shoulders. I heard the breath coming and going raggedly between my parted lips.
“Please,” I whispered.
I thought I meantplease stoporplease stay right there. Christian kept moving, though, coming ever closer, extending his hands a little more.
I looked at those strong hands, my heart racing. I understood that the man who wanted to be my sponsor would soon take firm hold of my body—a much more decisive grasp than the earlier one that had stirred such turmoil in my mind and heart. When I had come through my door with his hand on my bottom I had supposed I understood how a man’s touch could rouse such conflicting feelings and sensations. The mere idea, though, that Christian’s slowly approaching hands would now take hold of me as if to tame a wild creature, made me feel faint.
“I’m going to spank you now, Leah,” he said. “That will bring things into better focus for you, I think.”
CHAPTER13
Christian
Leah pushed herself further back into the wall. Her hands emerged from behind her, as if, with her backside protected by the solid surface against her shoulder and her adorable butt, she could use them to ward me off. Gently, I took hold of her wrists and lowered them to the level of her hips.
Her eyes went even wider, and a shiver traveled through her entire body. The sensation of our bare skin meeting electrified my body, too, sending the blood surging through my veins. Down below, my cock gave a little leap inside my jeans. I’d gotten instantly hard at the feeling of having her little bottom in my palm when we’d come through the door; having her wrists in my grasp stiffened me to the point of an erection so raging it felt almost painful.
“Nnnn…” Leah said, thenoso conflicted that she couldn’t even get to the vowel.
I nodded slowly, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous green irises.
“Yes,” I replied, keeping it as simple as I could.
Her eyes darted side to side, seeming to focus on first one of mine and then the other.
“I…” she said.
I waited patiently. Hurrying this crucial moment wouldn’t serve either of us. Both the discipline and the pleasure that I knew would follow depended on a certain deliberateness, so that Leah could begin to get used to the idea of serving a wealthy man with her body—and so that I could enjoy myself as thoroughly as I intended to do.
More, if I meant to implement any of Selecta’s suggestions with regard to the sort of stringent disciplinary measures they thought the girl would need, going slowly represented an absolute must. I thought I could sense the depth of her rebellion, hidden behind a sort of go-along-to-get-along facade. I definitely wanted to see whether the suggestion that Leah receive vulval punishment would prove helpful in training her.
“My… my panties…” She swallowed hard. I felt my lips curve into a pleased smile. I hadn’t expected her to try to get out of her punishment this way. I could see in her face the hope that if she did her best to follow my instructions she might win an extra bit of mercy, beyond what I had threatened, and get out of her spanking altogether.
I had no intention of doing anything other than what I had promised: Leah would have her bare bottom punished tonight, and she would learn how slight a foretaste that spanking represented, of what her training had in store. I meant to keep my word, though, and to spank her only lightly, if she told me about her undoubtedly pretty underwear. Not only did that suit her training perfectly, but I certainly wanted to hear Leah’s thoughts about what I guessed must be her very first grownup lingerie.
“Yes?” I asked, letting my smile widen, to welcome her compliance.
