I was getting spanked.
By a total stranger.
“What the f—”
Another hard smack on my bottom knocked the air right out of me. My ass was burning now, the heat radiating in waves to my lower back and my thighs.
“You need someone to teach you a lesson, Natalia,” he said, each word punctuated by a hard slap on my bottom.
I pulled on the strap binding me to the pole but lost my footing as I tried to kick back at him. He squeezed me harder at my waist, and the spanking rained down on me faster. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Stop it!” I yelled at him. “What are you—?” I squeaked. I meant to say, “Crazy?” but I couldn’t get it out. “Ow! Fuck! Stop!”
He didn’t.
I went limp, and he slowed his spanking, which was a relief. I closed my eyes. If I just gave in, maybe he would slow down. I didn’t think I could take much more. My ass was throbbing, the heat rolling over me in waves, every smack biting into the intense sting that already burned there. “Please,” I blubbered. “Please stop.”
“I will stop,” he said, giving me another hard smack that made me whimper, “when you promise me, you will act like a lady.”
“What?” I yelled. What the hell?
“Act,”smack, “like,”smack, “a lady.”Smack.
Even though my bottom was on fire, and tears were streaming down my face, I had a flash of anger. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
He spanked me again. “Say it.”
I sobbed.
Okay, I thought. I wasn’t quite cut out for defiance. My ass really hurt. And worse than that, I could feel my pussy throbbing, and a wetness that was threatening to slide down my thighs.
I had no idea what that all meant, but I needed to get out of this situation. Specifically, I needed him to stop spanking me.
Another swat ripped against my flesh. “Tell me you are going to act like a lady, Natalia.”
“Okay,” I said. “Okay, okay.” I sniffed.
His hand rested on my ass, and his skin was hot against mine. His touch brought the fire in my muscles to the surface, where it raged, throbbing so fiercely I had to shift my feet. His touch turned to a caress, and it felt awful and wonderful at the same time. “Okay,what?” he growled.
I had suddenly forgotten what he wanted. “I... I... I...” I stammered.
Another slap, a little gentler, but still painful, rained on my sore ass. “You’re going to act like a...” he prompted.
“Like a lady!” I almost shouted. “Yes. I will act like a lady. Please. Just please stop spanking me.”
I was out of breath, my butt burned, and I was shaking. My face was red-hot.
And my pussy was throbbing.
His body ceased to touch mine. A wave of heat rose up on my tender skin. I tried to look back at him, but he was in my blind spot.
“Are you going to stop working here, Natalia?”
I let out a shaky gasp. Yeah, sure, buddy, whatever.
“Okay,” I said. It came out a little more like a question. Because really, it was. Stop working here? A spanking?
This guy was just a crazy pervert.
A hot, crazy pervert.
