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I nodded again.
“To begin with, we will only do a single comfort punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I’m giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”
The next swat stung far more than I had expected.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sounded as if they were spoken by someone else other than me.
The second swat hurt even more than the first.
I gasped when the sting began to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The third swat brought on panic. How would I be able to endure this?
I squinted my eyes. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The fourth swat made me squeal.
“Ow!” Fuck, it was starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.
Stefano spanked me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he asked in a warning voice.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cried out as my ass heated up with every second that passed. Each swat hurt more and more, and I wasn’t sure how many of the searing blows I could take.
He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.
“Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”
He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.
“Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”
I was begging again, even though I was trying to be strong. I didn’t exactly have a choice. My self-preservation took over any sense of pride or conviction I had.
My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me seconds before. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf, and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Stefano held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.
Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Stefano paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”
Swat!
I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.
Swat!
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a comfort item, however.”
Chapter Four
Hailey
I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that Gio had the camera pointed to my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.
Stefano kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask one of the brothers when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra comforts? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more comfort items? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.
Stefano rubbed his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good girl. This is the first of many punishments to learn your lesson.” Without warning, he moved his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moved them around and collected my juices. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”
I shamelessly wiggled against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He was right. I had enjoyed it. Maybe not the actual pain of it. I didn’t think I actually liked the feeling of being spanked, but my body was on fire just as my ass was. How could a spanking that I was literally begging for him to stop do this to me? The only explanation was that the feeling of desire was far better than the feeling of fear.
