My mind’s spiraling. I can’t work out what’s worse: that he’s pinning me naked, or that he’s just gagged me with my own thong. And if that isn’t bad enough, it’s my own arousal I can taste.
I’m turned on. That’s just…wrong. And I can’t even deny it, not when the proof is right there on my tongue.
If the humiliation of being stripped by him wasn’t bad enough, it’s nothing to the thought of being aroused by this. How wet am I? Please, let him not know. Let him not be able to see.
“If you spit that out, your punishment will be doubled.”
I freeze. He’s going to punish me, and I can’t stop him. The realization hits hard, and a whimper escapes. I can only hope my thong muffles it, but he goes still like he heard.
Then his hand returns to my ass.
His caresses feel different without my thong in the way. There wasn’t much material, but now there’s none. He smooths his palm down over one buttock, from top to bottom, then cups that cheek. It’s not unpleasant. He gives it a little squeeze, then his hand lifts away.
The smack lands a second later, hard enough to drive out my breath in a cry that’s only half-muffled by my thong. The pain’s delayed, like my body can’t process it immediately, then it arrives in full and my fingers clench in his sheets. My ass is on fire, burning, the pain pushing deeper into my flesh with each passing second.
And through it all, the realization that Alex has just spanked me, and he’s going to do it again.
His hand returns to my ass, but it’s a gentle stroke, like before. It smooths some of the sting away, pain replaced by a warmth that is strangely comforting.
No, that’s not right. Idon’tlikeanyof this.
“That’s one,” he remarks casually. “Shall we say ten?”
I barely get a chance to process that before his hand comes down again, smacking into my other cheek with his strength behind it. It forces another cry from me, and some dissociative part of my mind wonders if this is the sole reason he goes to the gym so much—just so his spanks are effective. He’s so goddamnstrong.I’m helpless, and each blowhurts.
He rubs my cheek, and that contrast draws another sound from me. I whimper through my thong, and hate myself for it. The material’s soggy and wet in my mouth, and all I can do is pray it’s the only thinggetting wet.
Don’t be aroused by this. Stay strong. Only eight more.
“Two,” he announces, like that’s a revelation.
The third one lands on the same spot he just hit, and I was expecting it on my other cheek. Not that it would make much difference, but it catches me by surprise. He did it deliberately, I know he did. It’s sadistic. It’s effective. I both hate and secretly admire him for that.
There’s no stroke this time. I was anticipating it, but it doesn’t come. The fourth spank lands instead, on my left buttock, the one that’s only had a single strike. Some part of me is pleased it’s now balanced.
I must be losing my mind.
He pauses to rub the sting away, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. It’s such a relief, it feels so goddamngood. How can it be that pain, taken away, is better than no pain at all?
Maybe it’s not Alex that’s perverted and twisted. Maybe it’s me.
The fifth hit lands on top of the fourth, and my body jerks. That spot’s getting damn sore.
“Five,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well.”
I wish he wouldn’t talk. His words aren’t helping. I want it over with now, because I’m worried what will happen if he keeps going.
The sixth lands on the same cheek, the seventh on the other, but the eighth’s back on my left buttock. That’s four in quick succession. Irritatingly unbalanced, and for some reason, that bugs me as much as the pain. He’s doing it deliberately, I knowhe is. The pain’s intense, deeper than before, and he hasn’t rubbed for a while. Then he does, and I see stars. My eyes are already closed—I wasn’t conscious of doing that—but there’s bright lights behind my lids. The moan that escapes is low and long, andsoembarrassing. But I can’t help it.
Fuck… did I push my butt up against his hand? Tell me I didn’t.Pleasetell me I didn’t.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and trails a fingertip up between my cheeks.
My hips writhe at that touch, and I can’t control them.
He chuckles softly, adding to my humiliation.
“Two more.”
