Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
It wouldn’t be the first time.
That was why we always, always went out in groups of three. So someone was always able to get us out of there if we were suddenly stumbling or passed out.
But I felt… normal.
A little fuzzy from the liquor, but not so wasted that I couldn’t control my actions.
Why wasn’t I, then?
Why was I doing what he demanded of me?
And why was I liking it?
“Yes, what?” he asked.
I didn’t have to ask for clarification.
I knew what he wanted from me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want to leave?” he asked, gaze boring into me.
“No, sir.”
He said nothing for a long moment then, but I could feel his gaze on me, even though I could only see his legs.
“Now,” he said, finally, sounding almost resigned. Over what, I had no idea. “As I said, you behaved badly tonight,” he said.
I wanted to object.
The problem was, I knew I had.
I knew I’d snapped at him.
I knew I’d purposely provoked him.
I’d watched him as another man ground against my ass, as his hands touched me. Daring him to say something. To do something.
He hadn’t though.
Or so I thought.
He’d simply been biding his time.
“And I can’t allow that,” he told me. “You need to learn,” he added. “Stand.”
He offered me a hand then, and I took it to get to my feet, feeling more unstable than I should have in my heels.
Once I was standing before him, he pulled me toward the side of his legs.
“Down,” he demanded. “Over my lap,” he clarified as I felt my brows knit.
My gaze shot up to his face then.
Because, no.
Surely… not.
He didn’t want to… spank me.
Because I’d ‘behaved badly.’
“Eyes down,” he snapped. And my gaze immediately lowered.
I didn’t know what was happening to me, why my body felt electric and overstimulated, why he had so much control over me.
“Do not make me tell you again,” he said, voice dark. “Or you will regret it.”
My knees bent slightly and I… did it.
I lowered myself over his legs, my head hinged downward toward the floor, my ass up, my pelvis on his legs.
“You know why this is happening,” he said as his hand started to slide my skirt upward, exposing my bare ass inch by inch.
“Y…yes.”
I knew exactly what I’d done to piss him off.
I just never expected to be punished for it.
“You need to learn the consequences of your actions,” he told me as his fingers whispered over my ass for a second before disappearing.
I knew it was coming a second before the slap landed by the wash of cold air over my ass.
But knowing it hadn’t prepared me for the sting against my flesh.
This wasn’t a playful ass slap.
It hurt.
A yelp escaped me.
“No,” he said, his other hand pressing down across my shoulders as I automatically tried to stand. “We’re not done,” he added. “Breathe,” he commanded as his hand lifted once again, before slapping down just as hard, but on skin that was already smarting. “Breathe,” he demanded again, making me realize the ache in my lungs wasn’t from being positioned over his legs, but because I was holding my breath.
I sucked one in.
And right afterward, another slap landed.
“Ow,” I whimpered, feeling tears prick my eyes.
“It’s for your own good,” he said, slapping again. And again. “Now when you think of mouthing off at me, you will feel the sting of my hand on your ass, and make a better choice.”
The next slap had the tears spilling over my lower lids and my lip wobbling.
But not necessarily from just the pain.
I didn’t understand what was going on inside of me right then.
Because there was pain.
But my sex was aching.
And emotions that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around were welling up and spilling out.
“You need more, don’t you?” he asked.
No.
God, no.
The skin on my ass felt on fire, felt raw.
“Yes.”
What?
No.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
The next slap was even harder, bringing up another flood of emotions that had me sniffling hard.
“Look at me,” he demanded, then reached around my head to gather my hair when I didn’t immediately comply, wrapping it around his hand, and yanking until the pain across my scalp forced my gaze to his, showing him my vulnerability. “That’s what I thought,” he said with a nod. Like he knew. Like he saw all the emotions roiling through me right then. “Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked as he landed another slap, harder, this time watching my face as he did so.
“Yes,” I said, blinking the tears out of my eyes.
“I thought so,” he said, his hand suddenly not slapping, but massaging my aching ass. “I thought this too,” he said, his fingers tracing down the seam of my ass, then finding the material wedged between, just barely covering my pussy. Finding it dripping wet.
“Come here,” he demanded, reaching for me, moving me around until I was sitting on his lap, my back to his chest. “Touch your pussy,” he demanded, making my sex tighten hard at that word coming from between his lips.