“Take a deep breath, cupcake.”
She did, doing her best to relax, and moaned as the fourth one joined the three previous.It was big, and the feeling of fullness was almost too much.
“Last one.”
The biggest one.
Audrey closed her eyes, her head hanging down toward the carpet, as the tight ring protested being stretched open again.The beads weren’t tapered like the plug had been, and being forced open to new dimensions for what hadn’t looked like that large a ball but now felt like Mason was trying to push a tennis ball up her ass did actually hurt…
But it felt good, too.
She cried out as it was pushed inside her, panting for breath once it was settled within.Something brushed against the inside of her thigh, and she was pretty sure it was the ring at the end of the string of beads that she’d seen—something he could easily hook his finger into in order to pull them out of her.
Just the thought made her shiver.
What was that going to feel like?
“Good girl,” Mason said approvingly, sending a warm flush of heat through her as he patted her bottom.There was a small crinkle of plastic as he got a wipe to clean his fingers.“Now, it’s time for your spanking.Let’s say, twenty for not answering my call—or for not making me an exception on your DND if you prefer, ten for not calling me ‘Sir’, and ten more for lying.”
“It was only a little lie,” she protested, because forty sounded like an awful lot.His hand smacked against her bottom, hard enough to sting, and she squealed.
“That doesn’t count as one of them,” he warned her.Which meant it was really going to be forty-one.
Audrey wisely bit her lip against saying thathewas the liar.That would not go well for her, she was sure of it.
“Count them as we go, cupcake.”
His hand came down on her upturned bottom, hard.Much harder than he’d spanked her before, not just tonight but previously.Normally, he worked up to this force; he didn’t start with it.Audrey’s heart jumped into her throat as her butt clenched around the beads, already wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
“Start counting, or you’re going to get more that also aren’t part of the official count,” he warned her.
“Um, one, Sir,” she managed to gasp out, just barely catching herself from starting at two.
“Good girl.”
Then his hand came down again on her other cheek, and she squealed, bucking forward before she remembered.
“Two, Sir!”
Audrey wasn’t sure if it was the counting, the fact he had started at a more forceful spanking, or knowing she really had been a little naughty, but this felt so different.It wasn’t as sexy, yet she was becoming aroused as his hand came down again and again, and she counted out each and every swat.
Her cheeks clenched around the beads every time, her toes curled, and her bottom was starting to feel like it was on fire by the time they reached twenty.The halfway mark.Tears stung her eyes and slid down her face, dripping to the carpet beneath her.
A gentle hand rubbed over her burning bottom, surprising her as he paused.
“Halfway there, cupcake, how are you doing?”
“Well, my butt hurts.Sir.”
That startled a laugh from him, but really, what else was she supposed to say?It freaking hurt!
“You have twenty more to go,” he said, still rubbing her bottom, which both stung a little and felt good, as though he was soothing it.“Do you want to use your safe word?”
He was offering her an out.Reminding her of it, really, just in case she’d forgotten.
Audrey felt the tightness of the skin where her tears had tracked over it.The heat of her burning bottom.The way her muscles clenched around the plug.The throbbing between her thighs.
Did she want to stop?
