Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
"Oh! Eight!" Abby growled and started humping furiously.
He struck two more times and she howled in frustration.
"N-nine. Oh, god. Ten," she gasped.
"Hmm, we're done." He unclipped her cuffs. "Turn over, pet."
"W-what? We're not-" she was having trouble catching her breath. “You said twenty.”
"Stop telling me what I already know and turn over," he commanded.
Abby rolled over in his lap. There was a small sheen of sweat on her brow and he wiped her hair away from her eyes.
"I've had a flash of brilliance, pet," he told her. She eyed him warily. "I can spank you and help you get off. All at the same time. Would you like that? For me to help you?"
Her eyebrows furrowed at him. She was trying to see the angle. "I don't- um- yes, okay, Sir," she said cautiously.
He frowned at her. "Ask for my help, pet."
"Sir, will you please help me come? So my punishment can end early."
"Certainly, pet. Here." He unlocked the cuffs and quickly shoved her left leg off him so her foot hit the floor, spreading her legs. He slapped her soundly on her mound.
Abby shrieked and bucked her hips. "Oh! You can't- you can't-"
"I believe I said spanking. I didn't specify ass or cunt."
She gaped at him. "Oh, wait, I-"
He slapped her again. He wasn't hitting her nearly as hard as he would have done to her ass, but hard enough to get her attention. He saw her breath catch, and her pupils dilate. "Rub your tits, pet. Tug on those nipples. That'll help you come."
Abby didn't comply quickly enough and he slapped her again. She jerked frantically in his lap. "You're up to thirteen, pet. If you don't get working on those titties of yours, you're never gonna come in time."
Abby could see she'd lost the fight and laid her head back on the armrest. She cupped her bare breasts in her hands and began slowly massaging them, between her fingers she squeezed her nipples which were dark and flushed.
He slapped her clit lightly again. A little softer this time. "Just relax, pet, and take your pussy spanking like a good girl. I'll keep track for you. That's fourteen."
A little bewildered, she began tugging on her nipples and moving on his lap. He gave her another tiny tap. Her cheeks flushed as she watched him in wonderment. He slid two fingers of his right hand into her cunt and started patting her mound rhythmically with his left. Once she got over the shock, she closed her eyes and started trying to thrust her pussy toward his fingers.
Every time she did she was punished (rewarded?) with a smack on the pussy. At first she was apprehensive about it, but if she wanted to get the fingers, she had to take the slap. It wasn't long before she didn't care. Her mouth was open and she was panting hard and Tex felt the muscles of her pussy start to contract on his fingers. He gave her one final hard smack to the clit and she erupted in a shuddering climax.
She opened her eyes, dazed. He smiled at her. "See what a good girl you can be when you try?"
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He removed her collar and cuffs and put them away. She curled up next to him in bed, snuggling, and he put his arm around her, holding her tightly. "Go to sleep, Abby," he ordered quietly.
"Thank you for keeping me," she murmured.
"Thanks for being such a good girl," he replied, but he didn't think she heard him as she seemed already asleep.
In the morning she wasn't quite as tired. "You slapped my pussy," she accused as they were brushing their teeth.
He glanced at her in the mirror. "I was there."
"You slapped my pussy!"
"Abby, if I'd asked you for permission to slap your pussy what would you have said?"
"No!"
"Uh huh," he said, rinsing his mouth out. "And what did we discover about slapping your pussy, dear?" he asked in an intentionally patronizing tone. Her face reddened and she was very busy arranging her toothbrush in the holder. "That you like it," he told her.
She opened her mouth in what he knew would be a protest and he raised a finger. "This part of our relationship is exactly the same as the other part of our relationship in that we do not lie to one another."
She scowled. "You slapped my pussy," she muttered.
"Keep irritating me and I will whip your pussy."
She gasped. "You wouldn't!"
He grinned at her. "Well, not without your gag in because, honey, you already come like a fucking banshee and if I whipped your pussy the neighbors would hear your orgasm all the way to the end of the block. Caleb would show up we'd have to explain what I was doing to get that sound out of you. And Caleb is a cool guy for a cop, but I'm pretty sure he only has one definition of pussy whipped, babe, and that ain't it."