Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Oh, God… please… please… it hurts so much… please…”
At last I stopped fighting not because I chose composure but because there was nothing left in me to fight. I went limp over his knee, sobbing for breath, my bottom burning so fiercely that even stillness hurt.
Then the blows ceased.
The sudden silence seemed to ring out in the room.
For a few seconds I could do nothing but lie there shaking, every nerve in my backside alive and ruined, my mind blank with the shock of what had just happened. I barely noticed at first that he had shifted. Then I felt his right leg lift slightly off mine, changing the angle of me, and the hand that had spanked me so savagely slid between my thighs.
I gasped as if he had thrust a live wire there.
My pussy flooded at once. No gradual awakening. No coy response. One instant I was a sobbing, well-spanked little girl draped across her sponsor’s lap; the next I was wet enough to feel it, trembling from a wholly different urgency that seemed to rise straight out of the pain he had inflicted.
His fingers pressed into me, found the slickness there, and I heard him make a small sound of satisfaction.
“What does a good girl say?”
The question should have humiliated me beyond bearing. It did humiliate me. And still I whispered, breath hitching, “Thank you, sir.”
“Better.”
He touched me properly then, not through fabric, his fingers moving with devastating certainty over the swollen little ache between my legs. The orgasm hit so fast it was almost frightening. One sharp cry broke from me and then another as my whole body seized over his knee. Pleasure tore through me in hot blinding waves, so sudden and so fierce that it felt dragged out of the very heart of the spanking. I screamed again, but differently now, my thighs shaking against his leg, my hands clutching helplessly at air and cloth.
“That’s right,” he murmured near my ear while I convulsed. “Come for me. Such a needy girl. I’ll have this pretty little pussy bared for me soon.”
Even in the middle of the orgasm, those words struck hard.
Pussy bared.
Waxed. Exposed. Prepared for a man’s use.
When Gowry had said it, it had felt contaminating. Another expression of appetite without care, entitlement without structure. From Porter, even now, with my face wet, my bottom aflame, and my body still shuddering from climax, the thought exerted an entirely different force: demeaning, but also somehow careful.
My sponsor meant to degrade me for the specific purpose of teaching me about myself. He would clearly take more pleasure in using a hairless pussy than a furry one, but he also wanted to help me understand that I would, dismaying as it felt, get more pleasure that way. Having a smooth pussy because my sponsor liked me that way…
I let out a helpless sob.
He let me come down slowly, his hand easing, then leaving me only when my body had stopped jerking. I lay there panting, scarcely able to think, my head hanging down, my bottom burning, my pussy still fluttering around the aftershocks.
Then, at last, he said, “I’m going to put you on your knees, now, and you’re going to finish thanking me. You’re going to be doing a lot of this, so it’s best to start learning immediately how I like to have my cock sucked.”
CHAPTER 12
Porter
Alex let out an adorable little whimper as I slid her gently to her knees on the Persian rug in front of me. She fit neatly in between my thighs, and she looked up at me with wide, tearstained eyes. My cock felt harder inside my trousers than I could ever remember it feeling.
“Hands on my thighs,” I said.
She obeyed at once, though I could feel the tremor in her through the light pressure of her fingers. Her eyes looked red from crying, her cheeks flushed a deep pink over her pale skin. The sight of her there—naked, chastened, kneeling properly for me with that mixture of shame and need she had not yet learned how to manage—sent a possessive hunger through me so sharp it nearly made me abandon patience.
Patience mattered here, though.
I touched her hair, smoothing it back from her face. “Look at me.”
Her eyes lifted to mine.
“You are not going to rush. You are not going to perform. You are going to learn. Do you understand?”
“Yes…” Her eyes went wide as she thought of the word part of her had already learned she must say next, and part of her wanted to say, despite still another part of her rebelling against that helpless need. “Yes,” she repeated in a whisper, “sir.”
“Good girl.” I let my hand rest at the back of her head for a moment. “Your first lesson is that my cock is not something you pounce on, as if it belongs to you. You are about to be allowed to please the most important part of my body. That privilege deserves respect. And, although this may sound a touch formal, it’s important to me that once my penis is visible you show your submission to it properly. You will be punished if you look me in the eye without permission, when you are in the presence of my uncovered manhood.”