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Lightly, he slapped my bottom and the sharp sound of it was enough to break me out of my thoughts. I focused again on the bare state of my ass and the way I was pinned so helplessly over his lap.

I was about to experience something that I had only read about in books.

“I’m going to enjoy spanking this bare bottom until it is bright red, little girl,” he promised.

I pressed my hands over my face, wanting to hide even though I knew he couldn’t see me. With a deep breath, I waited, nervous and anxious and so aroused that I could hardly stand it.

He smacked my left cheek. It was much louder, and I realized that it had been much firmer than that first spank.

The resulting sting was stronger this time and I bit my lip.

When he spanked my right side, I was more prepared for the painful sensation, breathing out in a surprised gasp as a surge of desire soon followed.

When he smacked the left side again, I whimpered nervously.

The sting was stronger, building on the last one.

At first, he spanked me slowly and steadily, taking a moment in between each one to rub his palm over my heated flesh.

Occasionally, his fingers would glance along the wetness on my thighs, but they never dipped to touch my clit like I wanted them to.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bear it.

In response to my silence, he spanked me harder, at least ten times in a row, much faster than before. Each one stung more than the last, and by the time he paused, I was breathless with stinging pain and rampant arousal. The ache quickly burned away, only to be replaced with overwhelming desire.

My clit pulsed greedily against his thigh. I shifted a bit, blushing when I realized that my movement ground my pussy against his thigh and my belly against his rock-hard shaft.

I wondered if he knew what that did to me.

“Do you feel how hard my cock is for you, naughty girl?”

I gasped at the crudeness of his words. Sure, I’d read such words in the past, but I’d never heard it spoken out loud. Then, his palm squeezed my bottom, reigniting the burning ache from my spanking. I couldn’t help myself as I arched back, lifting my bottom and hoping for more.

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me. I see I’m going to have to be much firmer with you than I thought,” he observed, and my inner walls fluttered with excitement.

“Ryker,” I breathed, rocking my hips back and forth. A furious surge of desire flared through me, and I suddenly wanted him to spank me harder. I wanted this big strong man to teach me a lesson and punish me for my disobedience.

My clit throbbed with need.

His grip dug into my hip again and his palm lit into my bottom anew. I cried out, feeling like his hand had gotten harder somehow. He peppered my buttocks relentlessly, being sure to cover every inch from the tops of my cheeks to the crease where my ass met my thighs.

He unexpectedly angled my hips even higher, pausing before he struck the tops of my thighs. The sharp pain there was that much stronger, that much fiercer, and I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.

Not that I wanted it to, not yet.

There was nothing else in the world at that moment other than my bare flesh and his firm hand. It was consuming in a way that I hadn’t expected and even as I whimpered and moaned over his knee, I could feel myself growing wetter, needier with every passing second.

The burn was harsher than I’d expected, but not unbearable. It was shameful and embarrassing and arousing to be over a man’s knee like this, even more so because I was enjoying it. His hand was stinging, but sensual.

I squirmed against him, dragging my clit against the rough fabric of his pants. If he hadn’t known what I was doing before, there was no way he wouldn’t know now. My hips bucked lasciviously back and forth until I was close to the edge of orgasm once again.

The spanking turned harder, and I cried out. His hand punished the tops of my thighs and that hurt worse than all the rest. My toes drummed the floor, and he paused, running his hand over my hot flesh.

He slipped his fingers between my thighs, cupping my pussy, and I gasped.

“Bad girl. Did I say that you could make yourself come?” he asked.

My heart hammered in my chest.

“No,” I breathed.

For the briefest of seconds, his touch left me and then it returned with a vengeance.

He slapped my pussy! It was not quite as hard as he had spanked my backside, but hard enough to sting that sensitive flesh.

It felt so much more shameful to be punished that way.

My thighs tensed, trying to close, but his powerful legs had me locked in place, spread and at his mercy.

Nothing I could do would stop the next two spanks that punished me there, making me squirm and whimper over his knee.

The pain remained acute for several long moments, but the subsequent arousal was almost more than I could bear.

His fingers glided through my stinging, soaking pussy.

He captured my slippery clit between two slick, extended fingers, then slipped his fingers back and forth, torturing my sensitive nub and stimulating my sensitive folds, while I moaned with uncontrolled lust. I slapped my hand over my mouth, mortified that I was reacting like this.

He’d stripped me naked, humiliated me, and spanked me. I should be angry, outraged. I shouldn’t want to orgasm with my red bottom suspended over his knee.

“Oh, please,” I whined.

His fingers pressed harder, and I squeaked, but I didn’t fight him. I wanted those fingers on my bare sex right now. They swirled around, carefully coaxing my desire forward and fueling it to even greater heights. It left me reeling.

My core squeezed tight, spiraling with more arousal than I could possibly stand. I looked up at the belt, laid out on the cushion right in front of me, and imagined what its sting would feel like next. My hips bucked once, hard. Then they did it again.

He used those two fingers directly on my clit now, just pressing and swirling, and just when I thought I was going to break apart, he stopped. I whined with frustration, and he chuckled knowingly.

“You will wait to come until I give you permission, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I breathed. My whole world was on fire and all of it was centered in between my legs. His fingers pressed firmly against my clit once more, circling it.

He pushed me right to the very edge and stopped.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

I wailed in despair, trying to ride his fingers to orgasm on my own, but he didn’t allow it.

Instead, he pulled his hand away and spanked my bottom again four times, far harder than before.

With a shocked gasp, I tensed and his hand dove back in between my thighs, returning to torture my clit once more.

Before long, my quiet cries of desperation turned into all-out begging.

“Please let me come. Please. I need it. Oh, please, Ryker !”

Silence. More teasing. Unmercifully, he drove me right to the edge of breaking before pulling away again. My thighs spread open, and I reached up, brushing my own fingers against the belt lying right in front of my face.

It was just as soft and as hard as I imagined it would be.

“Come for me, Naomi,” he commanded gruffly.

His fingers pressed so firmly against my clit that I couldn’t have stopped my orgasm if I had tried.

At once, my world shattered. I came hard over his lap with my bottom still burning and his hard cock flush against my hip. My back arched as devastating pleasure sizzled through my veins, hot and so consuming that I drowned in it.

Ecstasy took over. My nipples scraped against the fabric beneath me, and I couldn’t help but reach underneath to take one between my fingers, pinching lightly enough to add a touch of pain to my already tumultuous orgasm.

He hadn’t stopped tormenting my clit, which pushed my orgasm to even greater heights.

I squeezed my eyes shut, blinded by mind-rending pleasure. Every nerve in my body fired with electric sensation, over and over again as I writhed over his knee.

My inner walls fluttered desperately, and I couldn’t help but think about his massive cock forcing itself inside me.

Would I like that too? The mere thought catapulted my orgasm to a new level.

My mouth opened and a savage scream emerged from my throat. My entire body pulsed as I shamelessly rode his fingers to completion. My climax eventually began to subside, but my body kept pulsing with aftershocks. My legs trembled and a soft satisfied sigh slipped from my lips.

Fuck.

That had been everything I had hoped for and more.

“That’s a good girl. You came good and hard for me, didn’t you?” he praised.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. After I’d said the words, I wondered why I’d said them, but somehow, they felt right. I expected to regret them, but I couldn’t bring myself to.

I liked calling him sir. I didn’t understand why.

“Are you going to keep being a good girl for me or do I need to use my belt?” he asked. I stared at the black strap in front of me through a blurry haze of aroused bliss.

What if there was more to this?

“That’s for you to decide, sir,” I breathed.

His hissing intake of breath was audible, and my pussy and buttocks clenched tight at the sound. What had I done? His palm smoothed over my backside, slapping it lightly, but enough to echo slightly. I worried my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Stand up,” he commanded abruptly.