Page 40
“But you still lost,” he continued. He stepped closer, then stopped before entering my immediate space. “I think it’s finally time we discussed the consequences you’ve so thoroughly earned,” he said.
“You can’t honestly think you’re really going to spank me.”
“You’ve more than earned it, little pet.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Enough,” he commanded.
Then, he took my wrist and led me to the living room. The whole way, I tried to fight him, but he easily overpowered me. He sat in the heavy chair near the fireplace and drew me between his knees. I tried to push his hands off me, but he pinned them with one of his hands and used the other to unfasten my jeans and pull them, along with my panties, far enough down to bare my ass. A hot wave of humiliation tore through me, crawling up my neck while I tried not to imagine what he saw.
I fought harder, but it was useless. He forced me over his knees as I kicked and screeched, but then his arm settled around my waist, firmly enough to pin me there. Without missing a beat, his palm landed against my naked backside with a loud crack, and heat exploded across my skin. I gasped and tried to jackknife myself off his lap, but he held me in place with ease.
The second swat landed on the other side, just as firmly. Then another. And another. He didn’t strike wildly or punish every inch simply because he could. Each smack arrived with controlled force, hard enough to hurt, slow enough that I felt the full sting before the next one came.
Anger flared first.
Then shame.
Then something lower and more dangerous that made me press my thighs together and hate my own body for understanding his control before my pride did. His hand fell twice more, low enough that the sting made my breath catch.
“I think you’ve needed this for a very long time, little pet.”
“Fuck you,” I shrieked.
Despite my protests, the spanking continued, seemingly getting much harder and faster after that. My bottom burned beneath his palm. Tears gathered against my will, and I blinked them back because I refused to cry. I tried to push myself up, but his arm tightened around my waist. I drove my elbow back, and Sergei caught it without looking, twisting my arm behind my back and pinning it there. While I was trapped, he spanked me four more times in rapid succession, all in the same place, each slap echoing through the quiet room. My composure finally broke, and a sob escaped. Then another before I could stop it.
I wasn’t crying from the pain, though my skin was on fire. I was crying from the absolute, suffocating certainty that he would not stop until he decided he was finished, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He spanked all over my ass, scalding both cheeks and the backs of my thighs until I thought I couldn’t take anymore.
Finally, the spanking paused. For one hopeful second, I thought it was over. His fingers rested against my burning skin. I held my breath, waiting for him to help me up.
He did pull me up, but only to bend me over the arm of the leather sofa. His left hand came down on my lower back, pinning me in place. With a sick surge of panic, I heard the buckle of his belt and the distinctive sound of him ripping it out from the belt loops of his trousers a second later. Then, he took a step back. The leather whistled through the air before it landed.
The pain was like a line of fire across both of my already burning cheeks.
He brought it down again, harder this time. The belt didn’t cover the same area twice. He spanked every inch of my bottom, from the top curve of my cheeks to the crease where my thighs began. He was methodical, thorough, and completely unbothered by the way I struggled. Each lash brought a new line of white-hot agony. I lost count after the tenth, my world narrowing to the swish of the belt, the terrible impact, and the fire that consumed me.
When he finally moved down to my thighs, I broke completely.
“No! Sergei, please! Not my thighs! No! Please! I’ll be good! I won’t run from you again! I’m sorry!”
He didn’t even pause. The belt landed just below the curve of my bottom. He gave me four more there, two on each leg, each one a lesson in torment. The pain was different there, sharper, more intimate, and far more agonizing. It radiated up my legs and down to my knees, making me sob into the leather cushions, my pride shattered into a thousand pieces. By the time the belt finally stopped falling, I was a sorry, crying mess.
After a long moment, his hand returned to my burning skin, not to soothe but to inspect his handiwork. He traced the welts, his fingers pressing lightly against the most tender spots. I whimpered pathetically, my face burning hotter than my ass. With his other hand still holding me firmly in place, I knew that I was completely exposed, utterly vulnerable, and entirely at his mercy.
And then he started to touch me.
Not punishingly, but… like he was exploring me.
His fingers traced the cleft between my cheeks, slowly, carefully, making every muscle in my body clench. I tried to pull away, but he held me securely against the arm of the chair with his other hand. His thumb brushed over my bottom hole, and a jolt of pure electricity shot through me.
“Sergei…” I breathed, the name a warning and a plea for mercy at the same time.
“Shh, little pet,” he murmured. “You fought me. You ran. You put yourself in danger. Now you’re going to learn what happens to naughty little pets who ask to be punished.”
He continued exploring the forbidden entrance between my cheeks while continuing to hold me down. He was gentle, but his intent was unmistakable. His thumb circled the tight ring of muscle, a slow, maddening cadence that was making me gasp. My mind screamed no, but my body… my body was an absolute traitor.
I hated him. I hated him for this, for the humiliation, for the way he was making my body betray me. Yet, I couldn’t deny how I was responding to him, starting with the slick heat gathering between my thighs, to the way my hips began to rock back against his touch, seeking more. Heat pooled in my belly, a slow, insistent fire that kept building and building from the way he was touching me.
