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“Please, Ryker. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded.

I didn’t know why I started begging. It just seemed like the best thing to do, that maybe he would listen this time, and know that it already hurt so bad.

Surely, he knew I realized this wasn’t a role play that was meant to get my pussy wet; that I understood now that he would punish me for real when I was a bad girl.

I shifted against the knob and gasped. My clit pulsed hungrily.

“This next part is going to be very painful, little girl,” he warned.

His fingertips traced over the rising welts on my bottom, and I whimpered faintly, his touch making each one sizzle with even more heat.

I reached back tentatively to touch them myself, but he grasped my wrist in his left hand, pinning it against my back.

My panic surged even more intensely than before.

Begging had changed nothing. He was doing exactly what he said he would and there was nothing for me to do but take it.

“Please,” I pleaded again, hoping that maybe I hadn’t done a convincing enough job the first time and that maybe he would hear me this time. I waited with bated breath. It changed nothing.

I heard the switch before I felt it.

The first of those final ten hurt more than all the previous strokes combined. The intensity had seemingly gone from fifty to five hundred on my imaginary intensity scale. The second came down just as cruelly. There was no keeping count after that.

I didn’t take them gracefully. I didn’t even try, flailing my free hand back to try to protect myself.

He growled his annoyance and caught that hand, too, holding both my wrists in the grasp of one powerful hand.

I dug my toes in to keep my legs in place and hung on for dear life.

It stung so much more than I thought possible.

It felt like I was being cut with a blade over and over.

Full-throated cries escaped me as the switch thrashed down on my backside and the tops of my thighs. Several strikes landed directly in the crease where my ass met my legs. I closed my eyes, suddenly on the cusp of tears and not knowing if I could keep them from falling.

Just when I thought it was all going to be too much for me to take, he threw the switch to the ground.

His hand settled on my left cheek for a brief second before it slapped down hard.

It hurt more than that first spanking with his hand, maybe because I was already in so much pain from the switch or maybe because this time he was punishing me.

This wasn’t a spanking meant to make me wet. This was supposed to teach me a lesson.

He didn’t spank me quickly, but slowly and methodically. Each smack went deep, spiraling down with a painful ache and settling in my core. My inner walls flexed needily, and I told myself I wasn’t supposed to be liking this, but I did anyway.

There was no one like Ryker back home, no one that would take what he wanted from me, and give me everything I never knew I needed.

No one who could make me feel the things that he did.

Even when he punished me, I felt deeply how much he cared for me with every wicked stroke of the switch and each ferocious swat of his hand.

Knowing that he cared so much made me even wetter.

When I thought the spanking couldn’t get any harder, it did. My hand snaked around his wrist as he held mine, holding on as his palm slammed down on my tormented bottom.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I pleaded.

“The next time you think about defying me, I want you to remember what this feels like. I want you to think about how much your bottom is burning and how much harder I’m going to punish you if I have to teach you this lesson again,” he scolded.

“Please! I’m so sorry!” I bawled as tears threatened to escape.

Despite my begging, he didn’t stop spanking me.

It continued with his hand covering my backside with deeply aching swats for a long while, and when he punished my thighs again, I was sure I would fall completely apart.

When the spanking finally ended, I gasped with relief.

My breath wavered at the brutal agony burning across my bottom.

It hurt so much.

I wiggled my hips the tiniest bit in an effort to shake out the sting and was instantly reminded of the rough knuckle of wood underneath. I chewed the inside of my cheek and tried to bite back the moan that threatened to emerge, but it slipped out anyway.

The continuous burn of my punished backside was now accompanied by the rampant arousal surging through my veins. My toes curled and my hips shifted, just rocking against the tree enough to tease my clit. My body shuddered with pleasure.

Did he know what I was doing?

He released my wrists and I tentatively pulled both my hands forward, curling them underneath my chest and using my thumbs to graze my pebbled and very sensitive nipples. I let my legs fall open to either side of the log, straddling it once again, wondering if he was looking between my legs.

My clit throbbed harder, begging for his touch. I had no idea why I was reacting this way. He’d just spanked me hard enough to make me cry. I should be angry, indignant, outraged; I shouldn’t be turned on right now.

The jostling of his belt buckle caught my attention, and I turned back, opening my eyes wide when I realized that he was freeing his cock.

I swallowed anxiously, squirming on top of the tree trunk. My pussy clenched in excitement.

Was he finally going to fuck me? Was this it?

I’d seen his cock up close. I’d even taken it in my mouth, but despite all that, the size of it still startled me.

Would it hurt when he fucked me?

An even more shameful thought popped into my mind.

Where would he fuck me?

I blushed furiously as he moved beside me. I opened my thighs further, unsure of what I wanted or even of what he wanted, but needing to find out all the same.

“Sir?” I asked.

“You were a bad girl, weren’t you, my Naomi?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whined anxiously. One of his hands palmed my left cheek, before squeezing hard enough to make me gasp out loud. He did the same on the other side, digging the tips of his fingers into the welts the switch left behind. A fresh wave of pain washed over me.

I loved and hated it at the same time. I wanted him to do it again.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he observed, and I blushed even harder. His hand reached down, sliding over my wet folds. I lifted my hips excitedly, hoping that maybe he would touch me where I needed him to the most. He didn’t.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.”

My heart sank, my mouth going dry with disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, right? I was so aroused, and I didn’t know how to fight it. His palm smoothed over my bottom, and I arched my back the slightest bit, hoping to entice him into fucking me.

Frustration rattled through me when his fingers didn’t reach down between my thighs. I looked back over my shoulder to see his fist clutching his cock instead.

“But…” I protested.

His hand stroked up and down his cock and he squeezed my bottom again.

“You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I shifted over the log again, hoping to bring myself relief, but the hand squeezing my ass then slapped my pussy. The sharp agony was harsh at first, but it only made my arousal even worse.

His hand pumped up and down his cock and I watched it with a pout. I wanted to reach for him, to take him in my mouth, to touch him, for him to fuck me- anything- but he just continued to use his own hand on himself instead of using me.

Did I want him to use me? Even as I asked the question of myself, though, I already knew the answer.

I wanted to be used by him so much that it hurt. My core clenched with need, throbbing intensely enough to make me moan out loud.

His fingers moved faster, squeezing tighter toward the head of his cock. My pussy stung and my inner walls fluttered with frustration at his blatant denial. I rocked my hips again but was quickly punished with another stinging swat directly on top of my pussy.

“Your ass is so very pretty when it’s so thoroughly welted, my bad girl,” he murmured, tracing his fingers across my sore bottom. He slapped it lightly and groaned with pleasure when I whimpered at the sting.

“Sir,” I mumbled, blushing.

“My seed is going to make them look even prettier.”

With a roar, his cum splashed onto my burning cheeks, one spurt after another painting my aching flesh. It was so shameful that I could think of nothing to say. No ‘yes, sir.’ Not a single word.

My pussy broiled with need. My arousal was dripping down my thighs. One drop after the next announced how much I needed him right now, how much I needed to come.

“Please, sir,” I begged.

He said nothing.

“Please let me come, sir. Please. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry for defying you,” I pleaded.

“Bad girls don’t get to come like good girls do,” he rumbled.

I swallowed hard. My pussy was burning hotter than I could stand and it was just getting worse. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I reached between my thighs and make myself come right there in front of him.

I blushed furiously at the thought.

“May I come like a bad girl?”

Anxiety brewed over the edge, and I held my breath. His fingers flittered slowly across my welted ass.

“Please, sir?” I added, hopeful.

He twirled his fingertips in his seed, coating them in a thick layer of it.

“You want to come like a bad girl?”

The prospect of an orgasm was too tempting to back away from. I should have been more apprehensive, but I was so aroused that I couldn’t think of anything other than the sweet release that I needed so much.

“Please let me come,” I begged.

“You will maintain this position,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

His fingertips lingered in the remains of his seed for a long moment until he pulled them away. He used his free hand to part my bottom cheeks and a squeal of panic escaped me.

He couldn’t mean to…

No… He wouldn’t.

He would.