“Yes! Please!” I finally pleaded, which only earned me a flurry of slaps across my sore pussy. I cried out and he cruelly shoved his fingers against my folds. I moaned in both misery and pleasure, trying to grapple with the stinging sensations radiating through me.
I wanted it to stop.
I wanted more.
He roughly pushed forward and teased my clit directly. I shuddered greedily, pushing into his touch. Intense pleasure billowed out from my core and just when I thought it would be too much to bear, he pulled his hand away and I cried out with disappointment. The harsh edge of denial was almost crueler than the spanking itself, but when his palm started punishing me once more, I wasn’t sure anymore.
My need escalated further, heating every inch of my body. The spanking got harder and soon, the pain outweighed the pleasurethat came along with it. My body still sought out his touch, rising to meet each spank as if I needed it, because maybe I did.
The roller coaster of varying pleasures and brutal pain was a rough one. I rode it because I didn’t have a choice.
“This little bottom is so very beautiful when I paint it bright red,” Talyn exclaimed, and I ground my clit into his thigh once more. He paused and I took a breath, thinking it was all over. I opened my eyes, only to feel a cool, rounded object pressing against my backside.
I stilled.
“Sir?” I asked nervously.
“This next part is going to ensure that you never forget this lesson over my knee tonight,” he vowed.
“What is that?” My voice was quivering.
“A wooden spoon. It’s one I haven’t had the pleasure of cooking with yet, but I think I have a much better use for it now,” he replied, and I groaned. Without thinking, I reached back with my right hand, and he quickly pinned it against my waist.
He cracked the spoon against my backside for the first time and I stiffened immediately. The sting was so much sharper than his palm. I yelped right away.
The spanking with his hand had only been the beginning.
The real punishment would be with the wooden spoon.
He popped it against my bottom again and I squealed, fighting to break free. His hold was too strong, however, and the paddling that I knew I deserved really started.
The spoon was vicious, cracking against my bare backside at a brutal pace. There was no getting used to its harsh sting and before long, I began to beg for his mercy.
He didn’t give it, but I hadn’t expected him to.
I closed my eyes, trying not to cry and knowing that he was probably spanking me this hard with that exact endpoint in mind. I tried to fight it, I really did, but my eyes started watering despite everything I did to stop them. I sniffled and tried to breathe through it, but the spoon was relentless.
He started using the spoon against the backs of my thighs.
All my efforts to keep calm flew out the window. I gasped as my breath hitched and the first strangled sob flew free from my lips. I tried to blink back my tears, but they started to drip down my cheeks anyway.
Before long, I was openly crying even as the spoon continued to punish me. He carefully pressed it against my pussy, and I cried out, but I knew I couldn’t stop it now.
“You’re going to take three on this tender little pussy and then your spanking will be over. Understand me, my pet?” he said darkly. He released my hand and wound his around my waist, lifting me up high enough so that the spoon could have direct access to all of me.
I swallowed anxiously.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed. Wanting to show him that I was his obedient human, I arched up, and he popped the back of the spoon against my pussy hard enough to make my thighs tighten reflexively and a strangled cry escape my lips.
Those few smacks came slowly, as if he was giving me time for the full stinging effect of the spoon to wash over me after each one.
When it came time for the third, he situated it directly on top of my clit. I wailed at the insinuation of his intention, but his hold on my hip was firm.
“Last one, little one. I want you to really remember that this beautiful little body is mine to do with as I please,” he guided, and I wrapped my fingers around his forearm as he held my hand behind my back.
I whined nervously.
“I wouldn’t give you any more than you can take, Raiza,” he purred, and I relaxed a little bit more. Eventually, I opened my thighs a bit wider, trying to show him I was his good, obedient mate.
