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No, it wouldn’t do it all to let him know that, especially at that moment.
The loud crack coincided with a burst of heat across her ass as his huge palm came down upon her. For a split second it seemed to stay, grasping her slightly before pulling away once more. Then the next strike came down on the other side this time, the heat blooming from that spank even hotter. It wasn’t yet actual pain, but it was a tingling, spiraling heat, one that she knew would soon morph into fiery hurt. And even with that knowledge, she wanted that hurt, curious to see how much she could endure.
“Good color already,” Max said above her. Another heavy spank landed upon her ass, this time catching her across the base of both cheeks at the same time. The way her bottom jiggled and wobbled at that harsh blow had her burying her face against the cushion, imagining what he must have seen. She clenched her cheeks in reflex.
“No, don’t tighten them.” He slapped her ass several times, left, right, then left again, his voice an irritated growl. “Keep them loose. I want them totally relaxed. When your bottom’s being punished, you’re to present it properly. That means relaxed—and surrendered. The pain can’t teach you your lesson unless you’ve accepted it. Now, keep those bottom cheeks soft, girl.”
She whimpered with the humiliating order, and yet the strong let down of juices between the already slippery lips of her pussy signaled the effect they were having on her body, on her psyche, on the girl she really was deep down inside.
Was it possible Uncle Max knew who the real Kelsey was? Could he really already understand the dirty, perverted, depraved girl that she was, the one she never let anyone see—but the one she’d always been? Perhaps he did, or perhaps he was simply saying it to make sure that she knew she had no control here.
And though she would never admit it to anyone, she loved that she was helpless in that moment.
His other hand grasped her around the waist, his forearm pinning her across her lower back, pressing her down firmly against his thighs. He took up heavier and heavier blows, his big hand seeming to cover almost the entirety of her ass with each punishing, increasingly painful spank. At times, he would concentrate several staccato slaps at the same patch of flesh, which would have her keening and struggling, only to then alternate with totally random strikes against all parts of her bottom, keeping her guessing each time. This only emphasized her feeling of having no control over what was being done to her.
She suspected that was intentional on his part, but she was so deep into the pain now, she realized her perception of what was happening was getting increasingly… unreliable. Now and then, he would stop, his hands circling gently, caressingly, a strange but vital comfort to her as her bottom seethed and ached, as she struggled to hold back the tears that were already threatening.
This was made worse by the fact that if he were to but simply slip a finger or two down between her thighs, he would find her awash, utterly soaked, the disgraceful evidence of the lust a girl like her felt even under the punishing torment of being spanked by a stern, strong male figure. One who wouldn’t be swayed by feminine argument, persuasion, or manipulation. A man who knew what a woman needed—even if she could never give voice to those secret needs herself.
“Just a few more now, sweetheart. You’re doing very well.” His fingers pinched and stroked parts of her bottom, kneading it, massaging her vulnerable flesh as if it were dough in the hands of an expert chef. She would have called him an expert all right, at that moment—but it certainly wouldn’t be in cooking. Unless it was cooking her ass.
“Very good color here. You’re gonna have some nice marks to look at in the mirror tomorrow. Don’t bother denying that you will. I know you’ll be fascinated by them, and the memory of how you got them will play in your mind just as vividly as it does now. And I know too at that moment you’ll want to play with yourself, to rub your little clit. But you won’t because you’ll know that I haven’t given you permission to do so. Your days of playing with your greedy clit anytime the urge strikes you are over, my dear girl.”
His arm tightened across her lower back once more, and then a final, furious, agonizing flurry of hard, punishing spanks rained down upon her ass, roasting every inch of her burning bottom, the last handful of blows making her cry out with each one, her voice breaking, her spirit surrendering, opening up, yielding to his strength, his determination, and his iron will.
Then, sniffling, tears tracking down her cheeks, she laid still once more across his lap, her entire body vibrating with the combined tension, excitement, and embarrassment, drowning in the profound exhaustion of having been spanked until she cried.
Somehow though he seemed to know what she needed in that moment, his hands transforming instantly from instruments of pain and discipline to ones of soothing and comfort, even tenderness. His palms coursed up and down her back, gripping and gently squeezing the width of her hips, stroking her long thighs, squeezing her flesh so gently, so lovingly that she sighed with it. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he caressed her bottom, and she hissed as he touched her there.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I know it hurts. That’s part of this—and it’s good for you. Just let me rub it for a while. That’s right, just relax, Kelsey girl. You did so well. I’m very proud of you.” Grasping her shoulders, he helped her to sit up on the couch, and he touched her face this time, wiping away her tears. He smiled warmly at her. “I shouldn’t tell you this, sweet girl, but I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful than you do right now. I know you must think I’m a monster for saying such a thing, but you have very pretty tears.”
She closed her eyes, blushing fiercely at his words even as she tightened her thighs, the effect of what he’d said shooting right to her core, the coiling deep in her belly, the tightening of her nipples, the quickening of her breath, perhaps it was all a remnant of the excitement, and the torment of being corrected across his lap. But somehow, she knew it was much more than that, that it was his enjoyment, his pleasure at what he was doing to her, at what he had made of her, that made it even better for her, too.
What does that mean? What kind of girl are you?
But he didn’t give her time to contemplate that question, fortunately. With a grip on her shoulders, he pushed her down to her knees between his widespread thighs.
“Every time you’re punished, every time you’re spanked or corrected, you’re to give thanks afterward. To show that you’re grateful that I took the time to correct you. Do you understand me?”
The word seemed to catch in her throat, her mortification seeming to momentarily short-circuit her ability to form speech. She should have been enraged, offended at being talked to in such a demeaning, degrading way. So, what did it mean, what did it say about her that it had her pussy almost dripping? The implacable look in his eye, a flinty steeliness, that both intimidated and intrigued her told her that now was not the time to show her defiant, smartass ways. “Thank you? What do you mean? Like, thank you with my words?”
A smile slowly spread across his face. And it was at that moment that she noticed the huge bulge at his crotch. Her breath caught in her chest as she saw it, and at the same time it made heat surge between her thighs once more, that knowledge that he’d taken such enjoyment in correcting her, in hurting her. It should have made her repulsed by him. It did anything but.
“No, sweet girl. Not with your words. But you will be using your mouth.”
“Oh… you mean…”
He nodded slowly, caressing her cheek. His finger traced the line of her lips. “After you’re spanked, the majority of the time you’ll be servicing me with your mouth. It won’t always be that way. Sometimes, I’ll want different parts of you, but most of the time you’ll be sucking my cock. Do you understand me?”
“Oh, my God… I mean, yes, sir.” She hated the almost desperate whisper her voice came out as, but she couldn’t help it. Even though her ass throbbed, feeling as if it had grown to twice its size, the experience of being spanked by Uncle Max had been one of the most erotic, arousing things she’d ever experienced. What was she becoming?
She had no way of answering that question, and it was clear Max had no intention of allowing her any sort of time for self-reflection either. No, Max was much more interested in other things she could do with her mouth.
In fascination, and a little bit of nervousness, she watched him unzip his jeans, pulling out his thick cock, his big fist pumping it a few times. All the while his brilliant, dark gaze pinned her in place, boring into her, the power of it every bit as controlling as the grip of those strong, irresistible hands.
“When you suck my cock after you’ve been punished, it’s not like the other times you’ll be doing it. You need to show your gratitude and your obedience. I want complete cooperation from you. A docile, chastened, obedient girl is what you should be after you’ve been spanked until you’re crying. And afterward you’ll be showing my cock how grateful you are that I care enough about you to correct your behavior in such a way. Do you understand me, sweet girl?”
She nearly gasped, such was the power of her mortification. “Yes… yes, sir.” But there was a lot more affecting her at that moment than simply embarrassment, for his words and the undeniably paternal note to them… they touched something deep, secret, and vulnerable inside her in a way no man had ever done before.
