Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He didn’t count. Didn’t say anything at all. Just spanked and spanked and spanked until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but sob and gasp and try desperately to squirm away from his punishing hand.
But I couldn’t move. His leg held my knees pinned, and his left arm pressed against my back, keeping me in place. All I could do was take it, each impact sending fresh waves of fire through my bottom.
“Please,” I gasped out between sobs. “Please, I’m sorry, please stop—”
The spanking continued without pause. My bottom felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in protest. The welts from the caning had re-ignited instantly, the fresh spanking overlaying the old punishment until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Please!” I was begging now, my voice breaking into desperate sobs. “Sir, please, I can’t—”
“The first thing you need to learn,” Mike said, his voice calm and measured even as his hand continued its relentless assault on my burning bottom, “is that your sponsor will decide when you’ve had enough punishment.”
The words penetrated through my haze of pain and desperation. He would decide. Not me. I didn’t get to say when it was enough. I didn’t get to control this. All I could do was surrender to it. The spanking went on until I was screaming. Not crying anymore, not begging—just screaming, raw sounds torn from my throat that I couldn’t control. And then, suddenly, it stopped.
Mike’s hand settled on my burning bottom, and instead of striking, he began to rub. Gentle circles that should have soothed, but instead sent sparks of an entirely different sensation through me. My body went rigid over his lap, and I felt myself clench—clench harder than I’d ever clenched in my life.
Oh, god. Oh, god, I was close. I was actually close to coming.
“That’s it,” Mike murmured, his palm massaging my punished flesh with maddening tenderness. Then his hand lifted and came down again—not as hard as before, but firm enough to make me gasp. He alternated between fondling and spanking, each gentle caress followed by a sharp smack that made my whole body jolt.
“I understand how much trouble you’ve been having,” he said, his voice low and knowing, “reaching orgasm with your pussy sealed like that.”
A whimper escaped my throat. He knew. Of course he knew. He’d watched me try desperately to get relief, had probably seen all the biometric data showing my failed attempts.
“I’m going to teach you to come this way.” His hand slid down between my clenched thighs, and I felt his fingers press against the place where my legs met. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, sweetheart. Flex your core.”
I obeyed without thinking, clamping my thighs tight around his hand and engaging every muscle in my belly and pelvis. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming—I was right there, teetering on the very edge, so close I could barely breathe.
Then his hand withdrew.
“No—” I started to protest, but his palm came down hard on my bottom, once, twice, three times in rapid succession.
“Come for me,” he commanded, and his hand struck again.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed—actually screamed in pleasure rather than pain—as ecstasy crashed through every nerve in my body. My sealed pussy clenched violently, trying to contract around nothing, and somehow that made it more intense, not less. The spanking continued through it all, each impact sending fresh shockwaves of sensation radiating outward from my burning bottom.
I’d never felt anything like it. My previous orgasms—as many as they had been, coaxed from my body with careful touches in the privacy of my dorm room—had been pleasant releases, gentle waves. This was a tsunami. This was my body turning inside out, every muscle contracting at once, my vision going white as I convulsed over Mike’s lap.
When it finally subsided, I was sobbing again—but not from pain. From the sheer overwhelming intensity of what had just happened. My bottom throbbed with heat and my thighs were slick with the evidence of my need.
Mike kept his hand on my burning bottom, rubbing gentle circles that made me shudder with aftershocks. I lay draped over his lap, boneless and trembling, my face wet with tears and my breath coming in ragged gasps. His palm moved in soothing strokes, and I felt myself start to come back to earth, back to awareness of where I was and what had just happened.
“Shhh,” he murmured, his other hand stroking my hair. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”
The praise made something warm bloom in my chest even as my bottom throbbed with heat. I’d never felt so thoroughly undone, so completely vulnerable. My dress was still bunched at my waist, my panties still around my knees, and I was draped over the knee of a man I’d met for the first time this afternoon. A man who’d just spanked me until I screamed and then made me come harder than I’d ever come in my life.