Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Pulling back, he arranged her so she was face down on this lap. Grasping hold of her purple panties, he stripped them off her.
“Ohh,” she said, sounding surprised.
“Spankings are always given on bare bottoms, baby,” he told her.
Hmm. He didn’t know where that rule came from, but it sounded perfect to him. He didn’t need her panties standing between them.
He rubbed her bottom until she relaxed slightly.
Smack!
He slapped his hand down on her ass.
Slap! Slap!
He landed several more before stopping to check on her. Her cheeks were a nice pink color, and he rubbed the heat in.
“How are you doing, darlin’?” he asked.
“That was so mean!” she cried.
“Mean? It’s a punishment.”
“I want my pleasure now!” she said, trying to wriggle off his lap. He held her down.
“Where are you going, darlin’? Do you really think we’re finished?”
Blakely glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “We’re not?”
“My poor girl. No, baby. We’re not finished. That was just the warm-up.”
“The warm-up!” she cried before he started to spank her again.
This time, he kept up a steady space. Back and forth. Smack after smack until her ass was a deeper red and her breathing was choppy.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asked as he stopped and ran his finger lightly over her bottom.
“How am I doing?” she cried. “My bottom hurts! I’m not going to be able to sit tomorrow.”
Hmm. He hadn’t spanked her that hard. This was her first spanking from him, and he didn’t know her pain tolerance.
“Every time you sit, you’ll think about being spanked. And you’ll hopefully remember to behave yourself.”
Or not.
They’d have to wait and see.
“Have you finished?” she asked.
“Not quite.”
“Nooo,” she cried as he raised his hand.
“That wasn’t your safeword,” he pointed out. “What is your safeword?”
“Red.”
“Do you need to use it?” he asked.
“I . . . there’s a difference between want and need,” she grumbled.
“Yes, there is. Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”
“No.”
“Such a good girl.” He gave her several more spanks. Nothing too harsh. And then he picked her up, turning her in his arms so she straddled his legs, and her face was pressed to his chest.
Stafford ran his hand up and down her back. “You were such a good girl. So brave. You did so well.”
She leaned back to give him a skeptical look. “All I did was get spanked. I just had to lie there.”
“Yes, but you were very brave. Especially since it was your first spanking from me.”
“It was only the second spanking I’ve ever had,” she confessed. “I’ve never dated a Dom before. However, when I was in Chicago, I visited a club a few times that was age-play friendly and I negotiated a scene to have my bottom spanked.”
He had to force himself not to visibly tense.
Stafford had never been to a BDSM club before. Although he definitely liked to be in control in the bedroom. And he enjoyed spanking and bondage. But he didn’t like the idea of her in a club on her own.
“Did you enjoy going to the club?”
She shrugged. “A bit. It just felt a bit . . . I don’t know . . . strange? I didn’t know the Dominant and that works for some people. But, for me, I think I needed something more authentic. Or to at least know and trust the person spanking me. It was all a bit scripted for my taste and I know that was for my safety. But this felt . . . different.”
“Different good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Is there anything you’d want done differently?” he asked curiously.
“Um, maybe for you to spank less hard.”
Hmm. He wasn’t sure that she really wanted that. Or that she needed it, either.
“I don’t think that’s really what’s best for you,” he told her.
“I don’t like that sort of reasoning.”
“No, because that means that you have to sit on a sore bottom the next day.” He patted her butt lightly.
“Hey! No more spanking!”
“No?” he queried.
“No!”
“Then what shall we do?” He pretended to think. “We can sit and watch a movie?”
“Stafford! No!”
“No? Then what?”
“You were going to . . . I mean I thought you wanted to . . .”
He decided to take pity on her. His poor girl really did struggle with saying what she needed.
“Oh, you thought I was going to lick your pussy until you screamed.” He moved them so she was lying on her back on the bed and he was kneeling between her legs. “Is that what you thought?”
Blakely nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“Such a good girl using her manners. How could I refuse to give her what she needs?” Grasping hold of her legs, he pushed them apart so he could stare at that gorgeous, wet pussy.
“Stafford?” she whispered.
He glanced up to see that her cheeks were red. “Yes?”
“I . . . what are you staring at?”