Oh, an appeal to my ego. That’s going to work way better than I want it to.
“I’m not scared,” I say. “I’m just not here for… whatever this is.”
He smirks at me, and he’s so handsome all thought of resistance goes out of my head immediately. To hell with it. He can do whatever he wants with me. I don’t care.
I try to snap myself back into some kind of reality, but my brain isn’t interested for the moment.
“I like you,” he says, making heat flush through me.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know that you’re brave, and feisty, and you don’t follow the rules. And I know that you desperately need to be disciplined, and most likely more.”
“And you think you can do that, huh?”
“I know I can,” he smirks.
“Oh, yeah? Do it then.”
Thor grips me by the arm, spins me to the side, and a moment later his hand makes sharp, firm contact with my ass. I am glad for the pants underneath my skirt. I bet I would really feel…
“Hey!”
He is taking down my pants and my skirt in one motion, leaving me naked in a very strategic location.
“You can’t…”
“I’m not spanking you through a dozen layers of fabric,” he says. “Waste of time, and going to deny you what you need.”
“Lemme… ow!”
My request to be released is denied as he spanks me hard, six times in a row, with one hand coming up to cover my mouth to muffle the sounds I make. Rude.
He spins me around and pulls me close to him, one hand on my bare ass, the other on my mouth.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me,” he purrs in my ear. “Or you’re going to have a very sore bottom, aren’t you.”
He spanks me again, and he’s right. It hurts, but it doesn’t hurt a lot. More than that, it’s very intimate, but not in the kissy, touchy, soft kind of way that makes me feel like I’m being suffocated.
“Ow,” I whimper.
Again, his hand lands across my ass. The sting and the heat are starting to build now, and they feel absolutely amazing. My clit is tingling, and I feel a warm column of circular heat building up in my lower belly.
I should make him stop, but I can’t bring myself to do it. He’s making me feel so good, and so bad at the same time. It’s not that unusual for people to tell me I am a pain in the ass. It’s not usual for them to give me a pain in the ass.
“You’ve been such a rude girl,” he says. “You’ve been mouthing off to me since we met, and you’ve refused to listen to direction.”
He spanks me harder, firmer.
I moan.
There’s a pause, and then he chuckles. “I knew it,” he says. “You’ve been craving this, haven’t you,” he says. “I saw it in youreyes outside when you kicked me. You looked at me like you wanted me to do something about it, but you also wanted to get your own way. I decided to stay back here and see how you were. And now look at you, with your cute round ass turning red for me, naughty little girl.”
There is warmth in his voice that makes the stinging slaps that punctuate his words feel even more intense to me. He’s not hurting me terribly. I know he could spank a lot harder if he wanted to. He’s toying with me. He’s showing me who I am, and what I want, and the fact that he sees it.
I usually avoid men, but I can’t avoid him. And I’m letting him treat me like he has any kind of right to do this, like he’s in charge of me. Oh, my god, I am submitting to him.
I start pulling away, acting like it’s because he’s making me sore. The opposite is true. I am absolutely glowing with sexual energy. I’m worried he will be able to tell somehow. I hope not. That would be awful. I would lose all my power in an instant.
