Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I drained my glass, grateful for the liquid courage. As we stood to leave, Martin placed his hand possessively on the small of my back, guiding me out of the restaurant. His touch sent shivers down my spine—whether from fear or excitement, I couldn’t tell.
The cool night air hit my flushed cheeks as we stepped outside the restaurant. Martin’s hand remained firmly on my lower back, steering me toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb. As we approached, a uniformed driver emerged and opened the rear door.
“After you, chérie,” Martin purred, his breath hot against my ear.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding. This was my last chance to back out, to run away from this arrangement I had so hastily agreed to. But where would I go? What would become of my dreams?
With a deep breath, I slid into the plush leather backseat. Martin followed, settling in close beside me. As soon as the door closed, his hand found my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare skin.
“You’re trembling,” he observed, amusement coloring his tone. “Are you cold… or just eager?”
I swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m… nervous,” I admitted softly.
Martin chuckled. “As you should be. But don’t worry, I’ll train you well.”
His hand slid higher up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up. I squirmed, torn between the urge to push him away and the treacherous warmth blooming between my legs.
“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was pleading for him to stop or continue. Martin gave no indication that he had heard me. His fingers found the front of my panties.
“These are boring,” he murmured, in a tone of disapproval. “Perhaps I’ll invest in something nicer to dress your sweet little cunt, my darling whore. I can feel how wet you are for me, though.”
I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I pushed his hand away.
“Oh, no, Alice,” Martin said, taking hold of my chin lightly with the hand that had just touched my pussy through the thin cotton of my modest panties. “I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you for that.”
My blood ran cold. I stared at Martin in shock, my heart racing. “S-spank me?” I stammered. “You can’t be serious.”
Martin’s eyes hardened. “Oh, I assure you I am quite serious, chérie. You’ve agreed to my sponsorship offer. That means accepting my discipline when you misbehave. It was there in the agreement.”
His hand moved from my chin to grip the back of my neck firmly. “Now, be a good girl and lie across my lap.”
I hesitated, panic rising in my chest. This couldn’t be happening. But Martin’s grip tightened warningly.
“Don’t make me tell you again, Alice,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Trembling, I awkwardly maneuvered myself across his lap in the cramped backseat of the car. My face burned with humiliation as my dress rode up, exposing my panty-clad bottom.
Martin’s hand caressed my rear, sending shivers through me. “Such a lovely little ass,” he murmured. “It’s going to look so pretty with my handprints on it. Now let’s have this horrid underwear down.”
“Wait,” I cried, but I felt him put his hand in the waistband and pull them down. I realized suddenly that the car had stopped. We must have reached my apartment. I felt certain that the driver must be listening with rapt attention. My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind seemed to leave my body somehow; this all seemed to be happening to another young woman, in another limousine.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself. The first smack caught me by surprise, the sharp sting making me gasp. Martin didn’t pause, raining down swats in a steady rhythm. I struggled out of sheer reflex, but he gripped my hip with his left hand and kept spanking me with his right.
“Please, stop!” I cried out, my bottom burning from Martin’s relentless spanking. “I can’t take any more!”
“Oh, but you can and you will, ma chérie,” Martin replied, his voice stern. “You need to learn obedience. This is for your own good.”
His hand continued to rain down stinging slaps on my tender flesh. Desperate, I reached back to try to shield myself from the onslaught. Martin grabbed my wrist in a viselike grip, twisting my arm behind my back.
“None of that now,” he chided. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”
Tears streamed down my face as the spanking resumed. The pain built to an unbearable crescendo, my bottom feeling as though it were on fire.
“Please,” I sobbed. “I’ll be good, I promise. Just stop!”
To my shock and relief, Martin’s hand stilled. For a moment, the only sound in the car was my ragged breathing. Then, without warning, I felt his fingers probe between my thighs.
“My, my,” he purred. “What do we have here? You’re absolutely dripping, you naughty little whore.”