Yes, I know. Get it done, you sick bastard.
I’m grateful for the gag. I totally would’ve fucking said that out loud if my mouth wasn’t stuffed with lace. And then where would I be?
I count the ninth blow, grit my teeth, push my tongue up against the fabric of my thong, and wait for the tenth. At least I didn’t cry out that time. Small win for me.
The tenth spank lands, and he lets it sink in, radiating pain and heat through my ass. He’s not rubbing the sting away, but I still let out a breath. We’re done. At last, we’re done.
Except one cheek got six spanks, the other four. That’ssoirritating.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
The fuck am I supposed to do now? Speak, and have him claim a double punishment? Stay silent, andlet him take it as an excuse to continue?
I give him a sharp squeak in the negative, shaking my head for good measure. That’s pretty damn clear, isn’t it?
“I’ll stop if you want,” he murmurs softly. “All you have to do is lift your ass up, in offering.”
No. No way in hell. I amnotdoing that.
I know exactly what he wants to see, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
I press my hips into the bed, forcing my legs together as tight as they’ll go.
He chuckles at me. “You’re so stubborn.”
The next two spanks come in fast succession, both on the same cheek. My butt’s clenched, and the effect is far worse. I cry out around the thong, the sound escaping just fine, filling the quiet of the room.
Eight and four. Asshole.
He doesn’t rub the sting away, but switches to the other side, landing two more blows. These aren’t even on my ass, but on the crease where thigh meets cheek. Theyhurt. This time, it’s not a cry that escapes, but a sob.
“Shall we try again?” he asks reasonably. His hand strokes over my belabored flesh. “Hold it up, and I’ll stop.”
I sniffle into the sheet, bite back another sob, and take a breath.
“Vicky…” he says warningly.
I was going to, damn it. I just needed a moment.
It’s not like there’s a choice anyway. If I don’t, he’ll only keep going.
Slowly, I lift my ass for him. My back arching, my knees coming up. Just a few inches; more than enough. The humiliation strikes at least as deeply as his strongest spank, but I’ve done what he wanted. I press my hips down again and make fists with my hands.
His fingertips play across my burning skin. “I saidholdit up. That was more like ‘wave it at me.’ Try again.”
Bastard.
Absolute. Utter.Bastard.
It takes me a moment to gather my strength for the next attempt, to give him what he wants. And he lands another encouraging smack while I’m working on it.
Nine and six.
But I’m not wanting him to balance it, not really. My ass is onfire. It’s one big bruise from my thighs to the small of my back. At least, that’s what it feels like.
I lift my hips, my ass coming up. And I hold the position, whimpering in my humiliation and shame.
“There’s a good girl,” he says softly. “Keep still, now.”
