Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Here it came.
I stood stiff, staring at the corner. Behind me, the bedroom door had opened, and Price had come into the room. His footsteps were heavy behind me. I tried very hard to calm my racing heart with little success. My cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of knowing he was watching me stand naked against the wall. I pressed my legs firmly together to try to conceal the moisture that had been building during my isolated discipline. Feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before, I just closed my eyes and waited.
“Tessa.” His hand glided up my back, tangled in my hair, and then slowly slid its way down to rest on the curve of my ass. My breath caught, waiting for what was next.
Price turned me toward him and kissed me softly on the cheek. He let me go and settled himself on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to look at my naked body standing before him, before tapping the top of his thighs. “Come lie over my lap.”
I searched his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t going to protest or put up the slightest fight. I wanted this spanking both physically and emotionally. I needed Price to take control. I needed him to demand control.
With one fluid movement, I silently placed my body over his knee.
“This is going to be a real punishment spanking. It’s going to hurt,” Price said in a low voice.
I nodded. “I know.”
“This won’t be easy for me to do, but I have to.”
I swallowed. “I know.”
He grabbed my hands and held them in place at my lower back with one of his. This was not a good sign. He expected me to try to resist. It was the true sign that one hell of a session was coming.
The spanking began as he swatted every inch of my upturned bottom. He spanked harder, turning my heavy sighs and soft cries into an outright sob. I had never really cried uncontrollably during a spanking, until now. Yet, I didn’t beg or plead for him to stop, because I didn’t want him to.
By the time he reached the soft skin of my inner thighs, the intensity of the spanking was almost too much. I twisted and turned against his hand, trying to avoid the slaps. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt pain like this. Pain I couldn’t stop even as I tried.
“You shutting me out”—he spanked me five more times even harder—“is going to stop.”
I nodded. “Yes, yes! I promise.”
“When I ask you to tell me what is going on, I expect an answer.” The spanking continued on.
I nodded frantically again since words failed me. The sobs shook my body as his hand landed on my sensitive sit spots. Over and over the swats rained down, each one with more force than the last. I wiggled, I writhed, I resisted in any way I could, but nothing stopped the punishment.
“Please! It hurts!”
“Are you going to tell me what was wrong? Or do we need to continue on?”
“I’m sorry, Price. I know I should have been open with you. I don’t know why I wasn’t.”
Price released my hands, allowing me to wipe away my tears.
“So I’m going to ask you again.” He rubbed my backside, running his fingers down, following the path of the crease toward my anus. I moaned and parted my legs, allowing him access to the rest of me. He slid his finger past my silken folds, wet with my hunger for more, and pressed deeply within. He removed his finger and pressed against my tight back entrance. Pressing as he spoke, he asked, “What had you so upset?”
Price’s finger entered my anus effortlessly, releasing a wanting gasp from me that I couldn’t hold back. I craved more from him like never before. I bucked against his hand, driving his finger even deeper into my forbidden channel.
“Tessa,” he warned. “I don’t want to spank you again.”
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at him. “My mother... she asked for money. And she just... upset me like only she has a way of doing.”
He quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his embrace, cradling me as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He placed soft kisses on my forehead as I snuggled against his chest. Price brushed the hair away from my face. “What happened? Why?”
“Because it’s what she does. She uses me. She only thinks of herself. And she has a way of making me feel absolutely worthless and just as bad as her. Just when I feel I am climbing out of the dark pit of despair she has always kept me in, she claws me right back in.”
“You’re not worthless. Far from it. You are my most prized possession. Mine.” Price held me tight, rubbing his hands softly along my back.