He made sure to warm up every inch of her round bottom and began to see pink hues beneath her thin, white cotton panties. She needed to release, but how much further could he take her without scaring her? He placed his palm on the back of her warm globes and rubbed gently. “You okay?”
She took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded her head.
He brought his hand crashing down onto her bottom, causing her to jump and squeal. “Use your words, Jillian.”
She turned her head to him, her green eyes flashing in anger. “Yes, sir! I’m fine, sir!”
He laughed, relieved to see she still had her spirit. “Good girl.” He stroked her bottom, enjoying having her over his knee, appreciating her acceptance of his hand. “But the next time you don’t use your words…” He brought his palm down rapidly, five times in succession, and she shrieked.
“Okay, okay, I get it! Words. Got it. Peter Piper if it gets too much!” she shouted and laid her trembling body back down, cozying into the couch.
“Good girl.” He patted her bottom. “Want more?”
She nodded but caught herself in time and met his eyes with unshed tears and need. “Sir. Don’t stop, until…” Her cheeks colored. “Don’t stop until I’m done.” She bit her trembling lip and turned her head to the side on the couch, raising her bottom.
He peeled her panties down to her knees and placed his palm on top of her pink round cheeks. His hand engulfed her pert bottom. If this were another time, he would like to stroke them and pinch them and feel their silky smoothness. He shook his head. Now was not the time for lustful, wolfish thoughts. Now was the time for healing.
He took a deep breath, raised his huge hand, and brought it crashing down. He placed three hard spanks onto her left cheek, followed by three more to her right side, progressively getting harder with each set. The firm, hard strikes were turning her gorgeous butt red, with splotches of darker tones. He struck lower this time, beneath her bottom, where her thighs and cheeks met.
She groaned and shook and flinched as he paddled her with precision and care, leaving no portion of her bottom and upper thighs untouched.
“Pleeeeeeease! Stooooop!” she screeched and placed her hands over her bottom trying to protect herself.
He lifted her quickly onto her feet and watched the seething anger in her expression.
“Do you want to be finished, Jillian?”
She stomped her foot angrily and glared at him. “No, I don’t want to be finished! But it hurt!”
“Spankings are supposed to hurt.”
“I know,” she whined. “But you can’t expect me to liethere calmly while you beat on my ass. Besides,” her cheeks reddened and she looked at the floor, “I didn’t say Peter Piper.”
“You’re right. You didn’t say Peter Piper.” He watched her eyes focus on the spanking horse. “Come here, little girl. We’re going to finish you off with a bang.”
He led the trembling young woman over to the horse in the corner. “Turn around,” he ordered gruffly.
She presented her back to him and lifted her hair as if sensing his next move.
He made quick work of untying the laces in the back of her dress and yanked it over her head. He pulled her petticoats to the floor and watched her anger dissipate. She shielded herself and shivered after he removed her corset, leaving her naked and vulnerable to his eyes.
She was a beauty to behold. The luscious curves that had been hidden below all those layers created in him an animalistic urge to take her as his own. Her creamy breasts rose and fell with every breath she took. Her nipples stood peaked in the cool air, rosy and pink, demanding to be kissed. He licked his lips and ran his tongue across his sharp canines.
No, now was not the time for his animal urges. Right now he needed to take care of the vulnerable, trembling woman in front of him. He beckoned her forward and helped place her gently over the wooden horse. He raised it so her feet no longer touched the floor, placing her bottom in the perfect position for him to attend to her needs. Her legs parted as she reached forward to hold the handles to situate herself. He couldn’t help but become aroused at the abundance of wetness he saw in the crease of her white cotton panties. They were soaked with her arousal. He carefully shimmied them off her, and held them up to his nose. The smell of her floral scent beckoned him to change.
His growl frightened her, and she turned wide eyes upon him.
He pushed his animal back down inside of him and held up his hands in a gesture of safety. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jillian.”
“I know.” She gave him a timid smile and placed her legs into position.
He strapped down her legs and torso to keep them secure but not too tight. He rubbed his hand across her smooth bottom, still red and blotchy from the warm-up. “Try not to tense your bottom.” He smacked her warm cheeks gently a few times until she relaxed. “Are you ready, Jillian?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded and murmured breathlessly.
JILLIAN
This contraption felt so foreign to her. She appreciated the warmth and comfort in the cushion that pressed into her tummy and private area. She also appreciated the straps that held her in place. She did not know if she would be able to hold still for very long. Especially with how taut the skin on her bottom felt right now. Would it hurt worse? Would he use something besides his hand?
