Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I looked at those strong hands, my heart racing. I understood that the man who wanted to be my sponsor would soon take firm hold of my body—a much more decisive grasp than the earlier one that had stirred such turmoil in my mind and heart. When I had come through my door with his hand on my bottom I had supposed I understood how a man’s touch could rouse such conflicting feelings and sensations. The mere idea, though, that Christian’s slowly approaching hands would now take hold of me as if to tame a wild creature, made me feel faint.
“I’m going to spank you now, Leah,” he said. “That will bring things into better focus for you, I think.”
CHAPTER 13
Christian
Leah pushed herself further back into the wall. Her hands emerged from behind her, as if, with her backside protected by the solid surface against her shoulder and her adorable butt, she could use them to ward me off. Gently, I took hold of her wrists and lowered them to the level of her hips.
Her eyes went even wider, and a shiver traveled through her entire body. The sensation of our bare skin meeting electrified my body, too, sending the blood surging through my veins. Down below, my cock gave a little leap inside my jeans. I’d gotten instantly hard at the feeling of having her little bottom in my palm when we’d come through the door; having her wrists in my grasp stiffened me to the point of an erection so raging it felt almost painful.
“Nnnn…” Leah said, the no so conflicted that she couldn’t even get to the vowel.
I nodded slowly, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous green irises.
“Yes,” I replied, keeping it as simple as I could.
Her eyes darted side to side, seeming to focus on first one of mine and then the other.
“I…” she said.
I waited patiently. Hurrying this crucial moment wouldn’t serve either of us. Both the discipline and the pleasure that I knew would follow depended on a certain deliberateness, so that Leah could begin to get used to the idea of serving a wealthy man with her body—and so that I could enjoy myself as thoroughly as I intended to do.
More, if I meant to implement any of Selecta’s suggestions with regard to the sort of stringent disciplinary measures they thought the girl would need, going slowly represented an absolute must. I thought I could sense the depth of her rebellion, hidden behind a sort of go-along-to-get-along facade. I definitely wanted to see whether the suggestion that Leah receive vulval punishment would prove helpful in training her.
“My… my panties…” She swallowed hard. I felt my lips curve into a pleased smile. I hadn’t expected her to try to get out of her punishment this way. I could see in her face the hope that if she did her best to follow my instructions she might win an extra bit of mercy, beyond what I had threatened, and get out of her spanking altogether.
I had no intention of doing anything other than what I had promised: Leah would have her bare bottom punished tonight, and she would learn how slight a foretaste that spanking represented, of what her training had in store. I meant to keep my word, though, and to spank her only lightly, if she told me about her undoubtedly pretty underwear. Not only did that suit her training perfectly, but I certainly wanted to hear Leah’s thoughts about what I guessed must be her very first grownup lingerie.
“Yes?” I asked, letting my smile widen, to welcome her compliance.
Leah’s lovely lips parted, and her chest rose with a sharp intake of breath. Again I felt the strange—crazy, even—strength of the connection I had sensed even the first time I had looked at her profile. During our conversation at the bar and on the walk home, it had built into the beginnings of real affection. I liked this girl—really, I knew, I had started to fall for this girl—in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe ever.
And it seemed like I could read her mind. With the tiniest twinge of guilt, I remembered, vividly, what the surveillance cameras had shown me this morning—her intimate photo session. Leah R helplessly masturbating for the camera and coming with her panties around her knees and her bottom thrust out.
I had seemed to see it from behind her eyes, as well as mine: I had felt I could experience her naughty story along with her. Now I had a similar feeling. Leah’s little gasp meant, I somehow knew with absolute conviction, that she had gotten very wet—even clenched, down there—at the words merely implied in my smile: good girl.
Leah
He had seen it, and his eyes seemed to say that he found it pleasing… my body’s primal, involuntary response to his smile. I couldn’t help it, then: I kept talking, because something in me demanded that I keep Christian’s happiness with me, his evident pleasure at my obeying him, going. I had to stop him from punishing me… I had to make sure he thought of me as a good girl.