Page 67 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I didn’t bother to respond. The smirk he held was sexy but sinister.

His hand still gripped my chin as he tilted my head back a bit.

“Since this is your first lesson. I’ma be nice today and allow you to pick your punishment.” He winked.

Ethan guided me closer to the bed and pulled back this black sheet. Underneath was a lineup of different kink items. He had two of each but different styles. Riding crops, leather fraternity paddles, punishment straps, and leather floggers. I knew what they were from seeing a few videos on porn sites, but I never imagined myself using them or them being used on me.

“I don’t think I ca⁠—”

“Shh, shhh.” He cut me off with his finger against my lips.

“You can, and you will. You’re a big girl, right? You out here recklessly doing big girl shit. I’m sure you can handle it.”

“Eth—”

“Amore, I don’t want you talking unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” I lowered my head.

“You better come correct.” He lifted my chin.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good girl. Now, take your pick so we can get this show started.”

From looking over the items, the only one that didn’t look so bad were the crops. I chose the one with a leather heart shaped tip. Once I pointed it out, he tugged the towel from my body, causing it to fall to my feet. He then ushered me over to his little fuck bench. As I stood in front of it, he gave instructions on how he wanted me positioned.

My knees were placed on the cushioned stands, leaving my legs slightly spread. Bent over, my stomach rested on a flat cushioned piece while my arms rested in front but off to the sides of me. There was also a head rest, but I was too nervous to even get that comfortable. As soon as I was in the right position, he started buckling the restraints to my ankles and wrists. My heart was damn near beating out of my chest because I had never been tied up before. Well, not like this. I would have no control whatsoever.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he spoke, rubbing a hand smoothly around my ass.

His touch sent chills through my body, causing me to shiver.

“I have a number in my mind, and that’s the number of taps you’re going to receive. With each tap, you’re going to count. As you count down, your punishment will intensify. You chose the crop, so that’s what we’re starting off with.”

What? I yelled in my mind. Oh, hell no! He knew to tie me down before telling me some shit like that.

“Under other circumstances, I would allow you to use a safe word. But you need to be taught a good lesson, Amore, so ain’t none of that shit gonna be needed.”

“Ethan….”

SMACK!

The sudden pop to my ass caught me off guard, causing me to suck in a deep breath.

“Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

Shit was about to get real, and I wasn’t ready for it. All I knew was he needed to quit dragging this shit out and get it over with.

“That one didn’t count, by the way.” He chuckled.

Wasn’t shit funny about any of this.

“You ready?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

The first seven taps weren’t that bad. After eight counts, he switched over to the punishment strap, and that stung a little worse. It was the fraternity paddle that did my ass in, though. I literally shed tears because that shit was beyond painful. However, the intensified pulsing in my clit hurt worse. What he was doing to me was definitely considered punishment, but I liked it. With that pain, I felt pleasure, but I wasn’t sure if I should let him know that.