commands. She wanted him to spank her like he said he would. She wanted…
She stopped breathing.
The scene wasn’t supposed to be about what she wanted. The scene was supposed to be about submitting to Bryce—trusting him to fulfill desires she only partially understood. With his silence, he was reminding her and testing her resolve.
Thirty seconds as a submissive and already she’d messed up. She concentrated on sheet wrinkled against her forehead and the cool air conditioning tickling her raised derrière.
Her mind slowed and she moved her awareness. Her breasts hung heavy—tingling and ready. Her toes stretched as they curled under. And her mound? Well, she could feel the folds of her outer lips, the throbbing of her clit, and the dampness seeping from her slit.
While she controlled her attention, she kept her body in perfect stillness but for the small movement created by her breath.
Just as she found her groove, he kneeled. The hot roughness of his knuckles separated the crook of her ass. Her first impulse was to clench, but she resisted, staying open.
God, but she craved the feeling of his hands on her skin. After so long a silence, so long an absence, his hands felt like heaven. The baby-smooth heat of what must have been his cock caressed her crevice.
“I want to take you here, Christina,” he said as he teased her ass. “Would you like that?”
Christina sucked her bottom lip through her teeth. Would she? Her mind went blank, again. He moved away.
“You promised to answer when I ask a question.”
She opened her mouth to protest, and thought better of it.
He planted on foot on either side of her body. “You are kneeling in what’s called a whipping position…for good reason.”
His hand crashed against the fleshiest part of her raised bum with a resounding crack.
Ohmygod.
She gasped from the sting. Pain rang like a howl in her ears—pain and a burning hot desire.
“I—I’m sorry, Bryce...sir. I—I think I—I mean I might like it.” Her words tumbled out as her mind pleaded, spank me again, please, please, please.
He rubbed his hand over the sting as her breath came hard and heavy.
“Later, we’ll discuss the ways I’ll take you. Right now, you will learn your lesson.”
Yes, sir. PLEASE teach me my lesson.
Whack. Christina sucked in air like a person coming up from ocean depths. But before she had time to think…
Whack. Pain and heat spread through her ass and she bucked.
Whack. Her scream gurgled against the blanket.
Whack . She clenched her teeth.
Whack. Pain rolled like sound waves in and out of her core.
It hurt . There wasn’t any sugarcoating the sting. Her eyes watered and her knees slipped, but her pussy was wetter than ever.
He slipped fingers hot with friction down over her slit. Involuntary quivers shook her thighs. He was good. She knew he would be. His palm was limp but fingers firm. His hand landed on the fleshiest area, and his smacks alternated between cheeks. Bryce knew exactly what he was doing. He was punishing, yes, but making sure she enjoyed every blow.
Whack.
Her spanking continued and the sound of his labored breath became her lifeline. Her body jiggled on the beat of his palm. But then, the edge of her razor sharp pain crumbled to something broader, more diffuse. Her mind struggled to a precipice and suddenly it felt as if she were falling.
She blinked away tears. Her forehead ached with her body’s weight. She cried out, guttural and low, releasing her tension.
He stopped and knelt over her, scissoring her ribs with his thighs. His hands glided lightly, in rhythmic motion. She concentrated on his touch.
He rested his hard prick in her bound hands. She wanted to cup his cock’s smoothness. But, though he murmured comforting words and tenderly diffused the sting, she didn’t dare move without permission.
Her head grew dizzy and her agony melted into euphoria. She still burned, but she felt so light.
He slid back over her body, resting
She stopped breathing.
The scene wasn’t supposed to be about what she wanted. The scene was supposed to be about submitting to Bryce—trusting him to fulfill desires she only partially understood. With his silence, he was reminding her and testing her resolve.
Thirty seconds as a submissive and already she’d messed up. She concentrated on sheet wrinkled against her forehead and the cool air conditioning tickling her raised derrière.
Her mind slowed and she moved her awareness. Her breasts hung heavy—tingling and ready. Her toes stretched as they curled under. And her mound? Well, she could feel the folds of her outer lips, the throbbing of her clit, and the dampness seeping from her slit.
While she controlled her attention, she kept her body in perfect stillness but for the small movement created by her breath.
Just as she found her groove, he kneeled. The hot roughness of his knuckles separated the crook of her ass. Her first impulse was to clench, but she resisted, staying open.
God, but she craved the feeling of his hands on her skin. After so long a silence, so long an absence, his hands felt like heaven. The baby-smooth heat of what must have been his cock caressed her crevice.
“I want to take you here, Christina,” he said as he teased her ass. “Would you like that?”
Christina sucked her bottom lip through her teeth. Would she? Her mind went blank, again. He moved away.
“You promised to answer when I ask a question.”
She opened her mouth to protest, and thought better of it.
He planted on foot on either side of her body. “You are kneeling in what’s called a whipping position…for good reason.”
His hand crashed against the fleshiest part of her raised bum with a resounding crack.
Ohmygod.
She gasped from the sting. Pain rang like a howl in her ears—pain and a burning hot desire.
“I—I’m sorry, Bryce...sir. I—I think I—I mean I might like it.” Her words tumbled out as her mind pleaded, spank me again, please, please, please.
He rubbed his hand over the sting as her breath came hard and heavy.
“Later, we’ll discuss the ways I’ll take you. Right now, you will learn your lesson.”
Yes, sir. PLEASE teach me my lesson.
Whack. Christina sucked in air like a person coming up from ocean depths. But before she had time to think…
Whack. Pain and heat spread through her ass and she bucked.
Whack. Her scream gurgled against the blanket.
Whack . She clenched her teeth.
Whack. Pain rolled like sound waves in and out of her core.
It hurt . There wasn’t any sugarcoating the sting. Her eyes watered and her knees slipped, but her pussy was wetter than ever.
He slipped fingers hot with friction down over her slit. Involuntary quivers shook her thighs. He was good. She knew he would be. His palm was limp but fingers firm. His hand landed on the fleshiest area, and his smacks alternated between cheeks. Bryce knew exactly what he was doing. He was punishing, yes, but making sure she enjoyed every blow.
Whack.
Her spanking continued and the sound of his labored breath became her lifeline. Her body jiggled on the beat of his palm. But then, the edge of her razor sharp pain crumbled to something broader, more diffuse. Her mind struggled to a precipice and suddenly it felt as if she were falling.
She blinked away tears. Her forehead ached with her body’s weight. She cried out, guttural and low, releasing her tension.
He stopped and knelt over her, scissoring her ribs with his thighs. His hands glided lightly, in rhythmic motion. She concentrated on his touch.
He rested his hard prick in her bound hands. She wanted to cup his cock’s smoothness. But, though he murmured comforting words and tenderly diffused the sting, she didn’t dare move without permission.
Her head grew dizzy and her agony melted into euphoria. She still burned, but she felt so light.
He slid back over her body, resting
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