“It’s time for another lesson,” he says, gesturing to his lap.
I don’t move. “C, no.”
“For the rest of the night, you’re going to call me Sir. Clear?”
I shake my head. In an instant, he grabs me and tosses me over his hard thighs. I struggle as he pulls my leggings down. The first smacks are firm enough to sting badly, and they only intensify.
“Oh, God,” I husk as he pins my leg.
The heat consumes my ass until it throbs. I feel swollen and sore.
“Please, C—I mean, Sir,” I say with a gasp.
He pauses, rubbing my ass. I squirm, friction heightening the pain even as I feel my pussy getting wetter.
“Strip down,” he says. “Sweater and bra off.”
I obey, panting. The sweater drops to the floor. Then I unhook the bra. It slips from my shoulders, and my breasts hang free, shimmying as I move.
“Good girl.”
It’s humiliating. So why am I so wet?
I feel his erection pressing against me.
I’m caught up by his excitement. A reflexive pulse deep in my pussy has me creaming my lace panties. He slides my thong down to my knees.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He squeezes my ass, then returns to slapping it.
The heat intensifies. “I—”
He pauses. “What, sweetheart?”
“How much more?” Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t buck or fight.
“A few,” he says. Then he gives me more. And more. The heavy swats intensify.
Finally, I gasp and squirm. “Sir, please!”
He pauses and rubs my backside, letting a low groan escape.
“Relax for me,” he says, fingers delving between my thighs and tracing the seam of my moist lips.
I moan.
His other hand cups my breast and kneads it slowly. “I can spank you long and slow until you’re so hot for me you’ll be wet enough to coat my tongue when I go down on you.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I say, because I’m not thinking clearly.
A fingertip slides up to my asshole, and I freeze.
“Anyone fuck you here?”
“No,” I stammer. “Are—do you like that?”
