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“It’s not a joke, Mia. It’s a deeply ingrained, fucked-up belief that I’m going to rid you of.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Are you going to punish me?”
His mouth curls into a smirk. “Yes I am.”
Lifting me off his lap, he returns me to my seat and places his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean. I lean my head back and swallow the ball of anxiety in my throat. We spend the rest of the drive home in silence.
ChapterForty-Two
MIA
My legs are actually trembling as I kick off my heels and walk to the closet to take off my dress. Lorenzo sits on the edge of the bed, watching my every move. I wish I knew what was going on in that devious brain on his. When I’m standing in only my underwear, he finally speaks. “Come here.”
I take a deep breath and approach him on shaky legs. What on earth does he have in mind? He pats his knee, and my eyes dart between his face and his muscular thighs, spread out as though he wants me to lie on top of them.
“A-are you going to spank me?” I whisper.
“It’s the quickest form of punishment I can think of right now, and your ass in that dress has me dying to fuck you, so yeah.” He pats his knee again.
I swallow hard.
“Don’t make me ask again, Mia,” he warns.
With trembling everything, I position myself over his lap, my elbows resting on the bed and my ass in the air. I feel like a naughty teenager.
Lorenzo rubs his rough hand over my ass and pleasure sizzles through me. Maybe this won’t be so bad. He’s slapped my ass plenty of times before.
“This is a beautiful ass,” he says, right before he brings his hand crashing down on the meaty part of my cheek.
I yelp even though it didn’t hurt that badly.
“Not even the warm-up, sunshine.” Slapping me harder this time, he continues. “Your panties are still on. Your spanking doesn’t really begin until this ass”—he smacks me again—“is bare.”
“Then make it start, please.” How many times is he going to spank me before the punishment truly begins?
“I’m doing you a favor warming this ass up first.” He slaps me again, and unexpected waves of pleasure roll through me. I can’t stop the moan that tumbles from my lips.
“Warmed up then?” He peels my panties off, and I press my ass up into his hands, desperate for his touch despite knowing it will hurt.
“You’re going to count your punishment, Mia. Okay?”
“H-how many, Sir?” I breathe as wetness drips between my thighs.
“It’s your first punishment, so only eight. We’ll increase the number over time as you get used to it. You ready?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
He spanks me hard, and I cry out, white-hot need searing through me.
“How many?” he barks.
“One!”
He spanks me again, harder. “T-two,” I pant.
“Good girl,” he grunts and spanks me again. By the time he gets to number seven, my ass is on fire, my pussy leaking like a broken faucet, and my head spins. The burning sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Concentrated in that one single place, it stings and throbs, making me needy for him. But I’m not sure how much more I can take. It won’t be long before the balance tips from pleasureandpain to only pain.
He spanks me one last time, harder than all the rest, and stars flicker behind my eyelids. “Eight,” I scream, gasping for breath. He rubs a soothing hand over my poor inflamed ass, and I press into his palm, longing for his touch.
