Page 77 of Devious Revenge


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When she stands back up, she folds her hands in front of herself, hiding the small dark triangle of hair.

I offer my hand. “C’mon, over my lap, naughty girl.”

She stares at my hand for a brief moment, then shuffles forward until she’s close enough to my right leg that I’m able to tip her over.

She lands over my knee with a yelp, pressing her hands to the bed to right herself and find a good balance. I’m not paying any attention to that though. My full focus is on her round, soft ass exposed in front of me.

I grab hold of her clothing all bundled at her feet and pull them free, tossing them across the room where she won’t be able to reach for them. She flinches when I rest my open hand on her asscheek.

“Shhh, no need for all that.” I rub her skin, warming it for what’s to come. I want her ass red when I fuck her, so red that I’ll feel the heat with every fucking stroke of my cock.

“It’s going to hurt.”

“You like when it does.” I remind her as I move my hand to her thighs, warming her skin there too.

I like to be thorough.

“Is there anything I can say to change your mind?” She twists her torso so she can look up at me.

“Do you want to?”

Her cheeks flame with her answer.

“I didn’t think so. Grab hold of the bedding if you need. And don’t worry about the screaming. No one will be bothered by it.” I raise my hand and unleash the first dozen of spanks onto her unsuspecting ass.

She freezes at first, shocked I suppose at the intensity I start with, but when I break into the second dozen swats, the wiggles begin. She twists and bucks, but there’s no stopping what’s coming for her.

My cock hardens, and the more she whines and squirms, the harder I get.

“Oh god! Kaz! It hurts so bad!” She throws an arm behind her, trying to block the blows. But she isn’t the first naughty girl over my lap, and I know how to prevent that—though she will definitely be the last.

I meant what I said. I’m no fucking cheater.

As she continues to twist and kick, her right leg slides off my lap, spreading her thighs and exposing her pussy. Her soaked pussy.

Another half dozen smacks and her cries turn into whimpers, and another three to the lower half of her ass has her breathing heavy with a soft whine.

“Your ass is so sexy like this…you’re fucking gorgeous this way, spread over my knee, ass bright red, your pussy wet and weeping. My cock’s never been harder.” I trail my fingertips over the reddest spot of her asscheek, absorbing her hiss of discomfort.

Using my free hand, I sink it into her hair, just below the elastic band bundling her hair together and fist at her scalp. She whimpers again, but it’s not from pain. It’s desire—urgent need.

I pull her head back while I run my fingertips through her wet folds and find her swollen clit. Another hiss, this oneaccompanied by a tremor that runs from her neck all the way down to her pussy.

“Do that again, but this time with my fingers inside you.” I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Curling them just slightly, she moans. Another shiver runs through her.

“Such a good girl now that you’ve had your spanking.” I pump my fingers in and out of her, twisting my hand in her hair a little more until she’s moaning.

“Please.” She whimpers. “Kaz, oh, god, Please.”

Pushing her toes into the carpet, she tries to find enough purchase to push her hips upward, to take my fingers deeper.

“No, sweetheart. You haven’t earned it yet.” I remove my fingers from her body, licking the juices from them with a moan of my own. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”

“Kaz. I’m sorry. Really, I am.” She arches her back, presenting her ass for more attention.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I pat the dark red splotch on her left asscheek. “You did good, taking your punishment. You’ll do what you’re told from now on, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her answer is immediate.