Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
She squeaks, but pushes her ass up again.
Veck, she likes this as much as I do–at least so far. I push my finger again, a little further, forcing the fabric in a little more. Then I glide my fingers down the gusset of her panties. They’re soaked, just like I thought.
“Have you been touched here?” I lean down and whisper, sliding my finger up and down the little wet strip of fabric. “Or here?” I tap over her clit.
“No.” Her voice has a dreamy quality. She shifts her thighs. “Oh, please. More, please.”
I rub gently, so softly it’s barely a touch.
She responds instantly with a moan and pushes her hips down into my hand.
“No.” I move my fingers. “You don’t move, Sia. Keep those hips completely still.”
“Yes, Master,” she breathes.
I put my finger back on her rosebud. “You like this?”
“Yes, yes.” She’s breathing more rapidly. “Oh, Sweet Mother Earth.”
She pushes her hips again.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t, it’s just… it feels so good.”
She shifts again on my lap, and I can tell that any embarrassment she had about lifting her dress is long gone. But unfortunately for her–and for me–this session isn’t going to end in sex.
I pick up the strap with one hand and pull on her panties with the other, so they tuck into her ass crack a little more. Tug again, making them taut, until she whines.
“Well, now that you’re warmed up,” I tell her, “let’s see how you like the spanking strap.”
“But--” She’s confused. “You’re touching me.” She tries to twist around.
“Correction. I was touching you. Now I’m going to be whipping you.” I use my free hand to gently realign her. “Stay in this position.”
I raise the strap. “It’s going to hurt,” I warn. “Because it’s a punishment. And I expect you to stay on my lap and keep your hands down, Sia. Is that clear?”
She tenses. I put a hand on the small of her back. “Relax your pretty ass,” I command. I drop the strap and rub her skin softly until she does. Then I pick the strap back up.
“Twenty,” I tell her, and before she can process the word, I lift the little leather and bring it down firmly across both ass cheeks.
“Ow!” she yelps, jerking her body. She kicks her legs.
“Shh, that was just a starter. It’s only going to get harder,” I chide her. I raise the strap again. Whap. I make this one harder, quite a bit harder, and it leaves a bright red stripe across her buttocks.
“Daven, ouch!” She twists again.
“That’s Master, and those two didn’t count because you moved. We start again. Stay still, hands down, no kicking,” I order.
“I’m sorry, I just–ow!” she wails it out again as I bring the strap down again, this time concentrating on her right cheek.
She kicks again.
“And another one that doesn’t count. Let’s try again.”
I bring the strap down a few times, alternating cheeks, moderately hard.
She yelps and reaches back. “Ow!”
“No hands, Sia. I’m not going to restrain you because you need to learn to control yourself.”
“But it hurts!” She sounds surprised.
“I told you it would.” I smile to myself.
She rubs her thighs together, and I can see that she’s even wetter than before.
“Behave and the spanking ends sooner. Keep fighting me, and it goes on longer. Your choice.”
I bring the strap down once, twice, three times. A few more times, alternating hard and light strokes. Probably ten or fifteen spanks.
She squeals and twerks and reaches back again.
I tsk. “Oh, Sia. None of these have even counted, and you still have twenty hard ones to go. If you don’t start listening, your bottom is going to be extra sore tomorrow.”
She sucks in a breath.
Her bottom is already pink with some red stripes–her skin reddens very quickly, apparently. I know I’m not striking hard enough to damage her, and I want to get that sweet spot of just enough punishment.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” I demand. “And that you’ll be obedient while I whip you.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she manages, her voice catching. “I’ll be obedient…while you…whip me.”
“With the spanking strap,” I add.
“With the spanking strap,” she repeats. “Master."
“Good. Now we’ll count twenty hard ones. Stay still across my lap.”
I raise the strap and bring it down hard. It cracks out, and she sucks in her breath but manages not to move.
“Good. That’s one.”
I spank her again, a little harder. “That’s two.”
I pause, making her wait. She wiggles. “It hurts.” But her voice is breathy.
I make her wait for it. Then I bring the strap down on her thighs a few times before going back to her ass.
By the time I hit twenty, she’s squirming and barely staying on my lap–but she hasn’t reached back again.
I’m dying to keep going. I want to strip off her panties and whip her until she begs me to stop, until she’s promising me anything and everything, swearing that she’ll suck my cock twice a planet rotation and let me veck her ass anytime I want–but now’s not the time. I will play with her ass a little, though.