Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Lawrence spread his legs and patted his left knee. “Let’s go. Bend over my thigh.”
She moved closer, doing a kind of awkward shuffle as she attempted to position herself. As she crouched self-consciously over his thigh, Lawrence immediately placed his other leg over the backs of her knees, trapping her in a firm grip.
“Hands behind your back, wrists touching,” he barked.
As she obeyed, he wrapped a firm hand around both her wrists. He lifted her arms slightly, which had the effect of forcing her head down nearly to the ground. The net result was that Hannah couldn’t have wriggled free, even if she’d tried.
A spurt of adrenaline born of genuine fear shot through her. Yet at the same time, she was thrilled to be held down in this way, completely at this man’s mercy.
Then he flipped up the back of her dress, fully exposing her bare ass. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. At least he couldn’t see her face, which was hot with embarrassment.
“Ten strokes,” Lawrence informed her from above. “During the spanking, I will make a series of statements that you will repeat and hopefully internalize. Understood?”
“Yes,” she managed breathlessly. This was really happening.
His grip tightened on her wrists. “That’s yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her heart booming in her ears.
“That’s better.” He loosened his vise-like grip on her wrists but didn’t release them.
“Make sure to address me as Sir or Master Lawrence when you repeat these directives.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, he swung his arm, his hand crashing down with such force against her ass that she grunted involuntarily. Holy fuck! That hurt like hell. She had to struggle to hear his voice over her pounding heart.
“Repeat after me. I will always address Dominants as either Master or Mistress, Sir or Ma’am,” he intoned.
Breathlessly, Hannah repeated the phrase.
He smacked her on the same spot as before, bringing tears to her eyes. “I will obey every Master and Mistress here without hesitation or question.”
Again, Hannah dutifully parroted the words, remembering to add the honorific.
He struck her again, this time four very hard swats in a row, two on her ass, two on her thighs, all of them setting her skin aflame.
“Ouch!” she yelped involuntarily. She tried to twist away from the blows, to no avail. Held as she was, her legs trapped between his, her wrists in his firm grip, she literally couldn’t move an inch.
“I understand my Masters punish me to teach me,” Lawrence said above her, his tone calm and measured.
Hannah repeated the words, her breath a ragged pant.
His hand crashed down again on hot, tender flesh.
“I am grateful to be punished, as it teaches me obedience and submission,” Lawrence intoned.
As Hannah repeated the words, it startled her to realize that, yes, despite everything, she was grateful—if not exactly for the punishment itself, at least for this chance to explore her true nature, at last.
Lawrence’s hand caught her just where her thighs met her ass, delivering three blistering strokes that made the tears already gathered in her eyes spill over.
“I am a dirty little cunt who deserves whatever I get,” he said above her.
A spurt of ice shot through her blood while a flame of lust roared to life deep in her belly. A dark, hot shame that felt very much like pleasure beat deep inside her like a drum.
“I am a dirty little…cunt,” she managed, stumbling over the words even as they thrilled her. “…who deserves whatever I get, Sir.”
He chuckled and gave her a small push, rolling her from his lap. She fell in a kind of awkward, slow-motion crouch to the floor, both face and ass burning.
Lawrence got to his feet. “You handled that well, Hannah,” he said, no trace of snark left in his tone. To her surprise, he actually smiled. “Consider that your ‘do-over.’ Your slate is now clean. Hopefully you’ll do better going forward.”
He held out his hand, which she accepted, allowing him to pull her upright.
She was confused by a rush of elation that nearly lifted her off her feet. It was more than just the endorphins released as a result of being held down over his knee and experiencing the erotic pain. She’d had her first punishment, and she hadn’t freaked out. She was awesome! And Lawrence was awesome, too, for guiding her through it.
Without pausing to think it through, she grabbed him, catching him in a bear hug as she buried her face against his neck. He stood stiffly at first, but after a moment, his arms came around her.
He patted her back for a few moments before gently disengaging from her. She half expected him to rebuke her, but, to her surprise, he was smiling—a genuine smile that included his eyes.
After a moment, he cleared his throat, as if recalling himself. “Let’s go. Master Anthony is waiting.”