That minute change is what breaks the last of my control and shatters my resistance to stay away from her.
I shift my grip to the back of her neck, tighten it significantly, and then haul her across the patio to the table and chairs. My hold on Violetta forces her to bend at the waist when I sit down, in order to keep from falling over. However, she plummets regardless as I yank her down and drape her across my lap with her facing the ground.
From across the space between myself and where Benito stands, having stopped on his return, I convey with a jut of my chin he needs to disappear. But not only that, he knows to prevent anyone else from disturbing me as well. I refuse to let anyone besides myself enjoy the punishment I’m about to administer to this rebellious woman who tempts me and challenges me like no other.
Once Benito leaves, I run my hand along her spine and down to her ass, palming one cheek and then the other. “I told you in the beginning that I would treat you as either a woman or an errant child, and you’ve decided on the latter. As your current guardian, I think it’s in your best interest that you learn not to goad me because it’ll only result in your suffering.”
I wait for her to squirm while trying to be free of my grip, but she shocks me once again by lying still, except for the deep breaths that force her chest to expand. The mahogany tresses of her hair cascade downward, the curled ends grazing the stone, and her hands are flat against the ground while her head dangles. I slide my hand down the back of her thigh while resting the other one on the back of her neck to keep her pinned.
Violetta may not be fighting me now, but she will be shortly.
My cock jerks in my pants and I ignore it as best I can, which is not at all. I won’t be able to think about anything other than the woman spread across my lap and how I want to fuck her senseless.
I slip my fingers just under her dress and then flip the material so it lands on her back, giving me a clear view of her ass and thighs. My mouth spreads into a licentious grin and, even though I’m tortured by the tantalizing sight, I know I’ll receive some satisfaction from spanking Violetta.
It’s just not the type of fulfillment I want.
But I’m hoping this will be enough.
Lies, in all their glory, are still untrue.
After gripping the lacy panties, I slowly pull them down her legs, until they settle around her ankles. The candlelight, plus the copious amount of stringed lights around us, make her skin almost golden in appearance and I clench my teeth to stop from voicing the thoughts in my mind.
“Ribelle, this arrangement between us will only continue in one way, and that’s with me holding the power and you submitting to it. There won’t be any more insurgence from you, no matter the subject or conversation. And I won’t tolerate a surly attitude either.Hai capacito?”
Violetta cranes her neck to look up at me briefly and the rebellion glowing in her eyes nearly steals my resolve toonlypunish her. She doesn’t respond, adding to her defiance, and I mentally add a couple more swats for that. If her ass isn’t as pink as her clit and her eyes aren’t as wet as her cunt when I’m through with her, then I’ll be surprised.
“You haven’t learned your lesson,” I say, massaging the area I’m about to lay into, “but you will. I’m not sure what you know about this type of thing, but you’d best prepare yourself. Because you’re going to need that inner fortitude to get through it without caving in. I’ll do you the courtesy by counting the first three and then you’ll continue with the rest.”
The first swat echoes across the outdoor space. Violetta’s entire body stiffens and her sharp inhale is the only sound I can make out.
“One,” I say quietly.
The next one is delivered right before a slight pause, just enough time to give her a moment to dread what’s coming.
“Two.”
This time the breath whooshes from her lungs and there’s a scratching sound as she digs her nails into the stone, for either purchase or to escape. Having spanked each ass cheek once, they are now similar, both of them bright with color and displaying a vague outline of my hand.
“Three.”
Having chosen an untouched part of her ass, the blush spreads. And this time Violetta does react. Her small grunt is divine.
“Now it’s your turn,” I say. “You will count until I stop you and say nothing else. Also, grab my ankle to avoid cutting your fingers.” I give her two seconds to obey before I slap the back of one thigh. She hisses and then grips my ankle, digging her nails into my slacks. Either she’s doing that to keep from crying out or she’s trying to inflict pain on me. The amusement I derive from that is priceless.
“You may begin.”
I land another powerful swat to her ass and she grits out, “Four.” I reward Violetta for that by picking up the pace and delivering her agony more quickly so she can come to heel and be done.
Only then will I commence the after-care she’ll desperately need.
“Five. S-s-six,” she says, her voice cracking. “Fuck!”
I halt with my arm still raised and shake my head although she’s not watching. “You don’t get to use that language to ease your suffering. If you recognize the power of your words, then you should also recognize how they can get you in trouble.”
“Seven.”
Violetta is near the tipping point, indicated by the warbling of her voice. I’m relieved because I don’t know how much more of this I can take without giving in to the urges pushing me to do something irreparable.
