Page 33 of Ashes

There’s a box filled with small envelopes.

Each envelope contains a different task.

We have to pull out one and then do whatever it says inside the envelope.

When the man with the box comes to us and offers the box to Victor, Victor nods toward me, and the man turns the box to me.

I reach inside, my pulse speeding up.

When I pull out a red envelope, I open it.

I let out a sigh of relief.

A spanking.

It’s nothing I shouldn’t be able to survive.

I hand the envelope to Victor.

His gaze meets mine, and I give him a small nod as I get to my feet.

Everyone’s watching us, but I focus on Victor.

He catches my hand when I come closer, tugging me forward.

I fall over his lap with a little gasp.

He traps my hand against the small of my back and leans forward to whisper into my ear.

“Remember what we talked about?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I can move my fingers just fine, and he can see them.

His hand rests on my bottom, caressing, and warmth starts filling my insides.

I’m momentarily confused by the sensation, but then he brings his palm down hard on my ass, making me jump.

A flurry of smacks makes me yelp, but my insides tingle with something strong.

Powerful.

Needy.

Victor’s fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and he yanks them down my legs, exposing me to him and everyone else in the room.

I gasp, and I want to be embarrassed, but my arousal only gets more intense.

I don’t know why, but when Victor’s palm collides with my bare flesh, I’m throbbing with a need for release.

Something pokes against my stomach.

I guess I’m not the only one who’s affected by this.

His firm spanks set my bottom on fire, and I wiggle on his lap, but his grip on me is strong.

I think about all the people watching us, and my pussy clenches.