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“Is that why you’re lying over my knee right now? Because you lied?” He’s rubbing my ass in circles. I could easily fall into the trap of security, but I don’t doubt him for one second. If he says he’s going to spank me, that’s what he’ll do.
“No.” I stare at the floor. “I hit your hand away. I’m sorry.”
Another sharp smack on my right ass cheek surprises me; I hadn’t even felt his hand lift off of me.
“You’re sorry your pretty ass is naked over my lap about to get a spanking. It’s not the same thing.” And with that, he lays into me. The swats come slow at first, steadily making their way around my entire ass, but it’s only a short warmup before he starts spanking faster, and harder, and harder still.
After a dozen smacks, I’m wiggling to get away from him. To no avail. The man has me locked down better than any army base in the country. I’m going nowhere until he’s done.
“You don’t hit my hand away. You don’t tell me no. You don’t lie, and you don’t disobey.” He punctuates every sentence with a hard smack. My ass burns, and there’s no sign of him letting up soon. Around and around he goes, laying layer after layer of fire with his hand. No matter how much I wiggle, squirm, and howl, he just keeps going.
“I’m sorry!” I finally cry out, as the tears I tried to hold onto fall from my eyes, dripping onto the small area rug beneath us. “I’m sorry I hit your hand away.”
“Hmmm.” He readjusts his grasp on my waist, keeping my hand pinned to the small of my back, and continues to spank harder and harder.
“Please! Please, I’m so sorry!” I wail. “It hurts so much!” He’s holding nothing back. With each swat, I know exactly how displeased he is with me.
“It will hurt more if I have to spank you like this again, do you understand,malyshka?” He doesn’t even stop long enough to hear my agreement. He just keeps going, moving slightly lower to spank my thighs.
“Yes! Yes! I understand! I promise.” I will swear fidelity to him if it makes him stop. My ass burns so much. I’ve never been spanked so hard before.
Abruptly it ends, and there’s silence. Aside from my soft sobbing.
He releases my wrist and works his leg from over mine to beneath me so that I’m draped over both his knees. I’m still crying pathetically. I’m not even sure if it’s because I’m hurting or because he didn’t push the issue of calling him Daddy. He didn’t make me say it before he stopped spanking me. Wouldn’t he if he really wanted that?
Roman slides my panties off my legs, then he gently helps me get to my feet and maneuvers me to stand in front of him, between his spread knees. With his big hands, he grabs mine, holding them tightly in front of me. He hasn’t even rubbed some of the sting away yet.
“I’m sorry I was rude,” I say between sniffles. “I shouldn’t have slapped you like that. And I shouldn’t have been arguing about spending the night. It was my lie at the club that got us in this situation.”
He squeezes my hands. Slowly, I move my eyes from his chest, up to his eyes. They’re soft and warm and full of concern.
He lets go of my hands and brings his fingers up to my cheek, brushing away the tears.
“It’s all right now.” He finishes wiping my face then brings both hands to rest on my waist, where the dress is still all clumped up. “I don’t like this dress.”
“Me either.” I sniffle again. “Giselle thought it looked good.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I like this Giselle. She sounds like a bad influence.”
I shake my head. “No, she’s not.”
“We’ll see.” He moves his hands behind me, to my ass. “Your ass is still hot.”
“It hurts.” I nod.
“Hmm, does it hurt anywhere else?” He moves his hand along my waist until his thumb is just above my pussy.
I bite down on my lip, not willing to admit to the discomfort there. It’s a contradiction. My ass hurts like hell and I hated the spanking, but my pussy wants his touch more than ever.
“You have to tell me,malyshka, if you want me to make it feel better.” He brushes his thumb over the short curls.
“Will you? Make it feel better?”
Roman
I could makeher say the word I want right now. I could tease her and torture her until she says it, but I won’t. I don’t want it forced. I thought I could just demand it from her, but after having her over my lap and taking her spanking so much better than I could have imagined, I don’t want to take it from her. I want it given freely.
“I’ll make it feel better.” I glide my hand into the inside of her thigh and drag my nails along her skin. “Open your legs a little.” In her post-spanking haze, she obeys without hesitation.
