“Let go,” I demanded.
She tried to hang on to it until I put one hand on her throat, pinning her to the mattress, and ripped it away with the other. Leaving her entirely bare for me, wearing only the glittering diamonds around her neck.
“We do not have time for you to act like a brat. Get dressed.” I nodded toward the black garment bag that now hung on the back of her door.
“No.” She glared at me with defiance in her eyes.
“Put it on,” I demanded again.
“I said no. You can’t make me go anywhere with you.”
“We’ll see about that.” I took a seat on the edge of the bed next to her. She sat up, getting on her knees, ready to jump off the bed, but was stymied when I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her back down, this time over my lap.
“What are you doing? Get off of me,” she demanded, her legs kicking out in her struggle against my hold.
“I told you I would punish you,” I said, and spanked her ass for real this time. This wasn’t a short, sharp sting that teased. This was meant to teach a lesson. I wanted her to feel her punishment every time she sat down, and to have a constant ache to remind her who she belonged to.
She stopped fighting with the first hard slam of my hand across her perfect ass.
Every strike to her skin was firm and deliberate, forcing her to submit.
“You will learn obedience,” I said between slaps. “This is not a negotiation. I own you.”
She said nothing, her body going rigid in my lap. The muscles in her back and thighs were tight, and she still flinched with every single smack.
“Say it,” I demanded.
She sniffled but said nothing.
So the spanking continued even after her ass was a bright fiery red, and heat radiated from the delicate skin. I could feel her shoulders shaking with sobs, but I didn’t let up. Not until she obeyed.
“Say it,” I yelled.
She whimpered, and then the words came slowly. “You own me.”
Another fast, hard spank across both of her ass cheeks. She cried out.
“Do it right. I will not accept half measures.”
“You own me, sir.”
I knew without having to touch her that her pussy was dripping. Just as I knew her cheeks were wet with tears. My cock ached for her, but if I was demanding obedience from her, then I needed to have an iron grip on my self-control as well.
I ran my hand over the abused skin, soothing it, massaging away the sting. “Good girl.”
She whimpered as her ass rose, pressing into my palm. Her face was buried in the blanket that had been wrapped around her, and her shoulders were shaking, but her thighs separated, and I could see how wet she was. How much she wanted to be rewarded for taking her punishment.
I ran my finger through her slit, gathering the wetness and spreading it over her folds.
“I could finger your pussy right here. I could make you come while screaming my name. Or maybe I should just put you on your knees and let you show me how good you can be. You take my cock so well in your cunt, I’m sure you’re eager for a chance to prove your mouth is just as talented.”
She whimpered again, her thighs opening further, giving me more access.
“Or maybe I should take this sweet little ass. Tell me, have you ever been fucked here?” My fingers trailed her tight, pleated hole, spreading more of her juices. A shiver ran up her spine as goosebumps exploded over her ass. She was so fucking responsive it was addictive.
She shook her head under the blanket.
I slapped her ass again hard, the sound echoing in the room along with her yelp.
