Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“You’re going to have to admit it, Andrea,” Devin said firmly, his hand resting on my stinging bottom. “You need to acknowledge that you’re the kind of girl who needs spanking.”
I shook my head vehemently, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. “No,” I sobbed. “I won’t say it. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not!”
Devin sighed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my sensitive skin. “I was hoping we could do this the easy way, but I see you need more convincing.”
Without further warning, his palm cracked down hard on my bare bottom. I cried out at the sharp sting, my body jerking involuntarily. But this time, instead of a flurry of rapid swats, Devin set a slow, deliberate pace.
Smack!
The sound echoed through the room, followed by my pained gasp. I had a moment to process the burning sensation before the next blow fell.
Smack!
Each spank was carefully placed, covering every inch of my upturned backside. The slow rhythm was almost worse than the earlier barrage, allowing me to fully experience the pain of each individual swat before the next one landed.
As Devin continued my punishment, I became aware of other sounds in the room. Wet, slurping noises and muffled moans reached my ears. With a jolt of mortification, I realized what I was hearing.
I turned my head slightly, my tear-filled eyes confirming what my ears had told me. Lila and Lydia were still on their knees, their heads bobbing as they pleasured their suitors. Bill had his hand tangled in Lila’s chestnut hair, guiding her movements as she took him deep into her mouth. Hank’s eyes were closed in bliss, his hips making small thrusting motions as Lydia worked her tongue along his shaft.
The sight and sounds of their oral ministrations provided a lewd counterpoint to my punishment. Each crack of Devin’s hand against my flesh was punctuated by a moan or a gasp from the men being serviced.
Smack!
“Ohhh, that’s it, Lila,” Bill groaned. “Take it all the way down.”
Smack!
“Use your tongue more, Lydia,” Hank instructed breathlessly. “Yes, just like that.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensory assault. The sting of the spanking, the obscene noises, the lingering arousal between my thighs—it all swirled together in a dizzying maelstrom of sensation.
Devin’s voice cut through my haze of pain and humiliation. “Are you ready to admit it yet, Andrea? Are you ready to accept what you are?”
I shook my head again, but with less conviction than before. Devin spanked me hard, on my right cheek, then on my left, then on my right upper thigh, then on my left, steadily, relentlessly.
Sobbing and burning with shame and pain, I suddenly had an utterly new feeling of detachment, as if the spanking was happening to another girl, a girl who really did need it. The sting of each smack seemed to radiate through my entire body, setting every nerve ending alight. But along with the pain came a strange, warm glow that spread from my punished bottom to my core.
To my astonishment, I realized that despite the pain, it also felt… good. The rhythm of Devin’s palm against my flesh became almost hypnotic. Each blow sent a jolt through me, making me squirm and gasp. But beneath the pain was an undercurrent of that something else I didn’t want to acknowledge—the tingling warmth that rose low in my belly.
I tried desperately to push the idea away yet again. I’m not enjoying this, I told myself fiercely. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t need this.
But even as I denied it, my body betrayed me. I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my dress. My hips shifted almost imperceptibly, seeking more contact with Devin’s lap.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, a new realization struck me. I didn’t have to admit it to myself at all. Devin had given me no choice. Whether I accepted it or not, whether I wanted it or not, this was happening. I was bent over this man’s knee, being spanked like a naughty child while others watched and took their own pleasure.
The room seemed to tilt and spin around me as this truth sank in. The sounds of Lila and Lydia pleasuring their suitors mingled with the sharp cracks of Devin’s palm against my flesh. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of dinner and a faint, incongruous trace of furniture polish.
I became acutely aware of every sensation—the rough fabric of Devin’s trousers against my bare skin, the air on my offered bottom, the way my breasts swayed slightly with each impact. Time seemed to stretch and warp, each moment lasting an eternity yet somehow flying by in a blur.
My mind drifted, separating from the physical sensations. I saw myself as if from a distance—a young woman with tousled blonde hair and tearstained cheeks, draped over the lap of a stern-faced man. Her bottom was a bright cherry red, quivering slightly with each new spank. Her hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically at her sides, her toes curling against the hardwood floor.