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No matter how much I tried, I wasn’t able to form words just yet. Sensations buzzed through me I’d never felt before, numbing, tingling, sparkling feelings that were zinging and zipping all through my body. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly and enjoying the pleasant bliss of this afterglow.

“Since you haven’t answered me properly, I’m going to assume you need your bottom reddened after all,” he declared.

What? Didn’t he know I just couldn’t put together a coherent sentence just yet? Couldn’t he tell? My face heated helplessly once again, and my mouth and tongue struggled to function properly.

Did I want him to spank me? Did I want him to use his belt on my bare backside?

My curiosity went to war with my sensibility. On one hand, I’d had an orgasm for the first time in my life while thinking about that belt; on the other, I was afraid. Every mention of such punishment I’d ever read spoke of the intentional and sometimes intense pain involved.

My clit pulsed.

Why did thinking about that awaken a dark desire inside me to push him just enough so that I could find out what it was like?

I paused, feeling hesitant. This kind of behavior was deeply frowned upon. If my neighbors knew what I was doing, they’d be gossiping about me for ages. I shouldn’t do this. I should leave these thoughts somewhere in the back of my mind, never to be spoken aloud.

I couldn’t allow this to be made real.

“You can’t. It’s not right,” I breathed, the best resistance I could manage.

“Then you shouldn’t have disobeyed me. You’ve left me no choice: I’m going to have to punish you.”

Punish.

That single word repeated over and over in my head and my clit throbbed along with it. Shame pounded through me in waves, but at the same time, a delicious anticipation burned it away.

I told myself that I should have protested more, that I should have fought against him, but I did none of those things. Instead, I stared up at him with a curious sense of wonder as he moved away from me. One of his hands lightly captured mine.

He walked me into my living room, and over to my enormous, blue, canvas fabric couch. I didn’t fight him. Instead, my feet moved obediently after him of their own accord, slowly shuffling forward and bringing me closer to whatever fate awaited me.

Suddenly, he was seated before me. My eyes flashed to the belt for a moment.

He had laid it beside him on the couch, a little distance away.

It was well-worn and I wondered if that would make it softer on my backside somehow.

I licked my lips nervously, uncertain of what to do or say.

My gaze flicked back to his as he arranged me so that I was standing there between his thighs.

His hands settled on my hips and his gaze settled on my shy eyes.

He was firmly, completely in charge and I gave myself over to his control in that moment.

“You’re going to be bare for this, naughty girl,” he murmured, and a soft gasp escaped me.

His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties.

I could have reached down and tried to stop him.

I didn’t.

In a feat that drove me mad with need, he slipped my panties down, inch by deliberately slow inch. I wanted to grab them and pull them off myself, but I stood still, just wanting to submit to every single aspect of this experience that he wanted me to.

The wet fabric dragged down my thighs. He pushed them down to my knees and then they slipped over my calves all the way down to the floor. He leaned forward and I could feel his breath on my skin as he guided my feet out of my underwear.

He arranged them in his palm so that the gusset of my panties faced up at us and took a long moment to stare down at the obviously drenched material and then up at me.

Again, the smell of my own pussy drifted in the air between us.

I squirmed as he held me captive in his gaze for what felt like forever.

I shifted from one foot to the other, dizzy with shame and arousal and the desire to come again. His heated stare made me feel like I was going to internally combust at any given second.

My pussy clenched.

I was naked.

I was completely naked in front of a man .

I was completely naked in front of Ryker, a complete stranger before yesterday, who was about to spank me with his belt on my bare bottom. My brain seemed to strobe rapidly in a bizarre electrical storm of confusion. How could this be happening?

My mouth went dry, and my nipples hardened so much that my breasts ached. I wanted to reach up and touch them, maybe soothe them, but I wasn’t sure if he’d like that. What would he do if I did?

I bit my lip, struggling with the vulnerability arcing through me, yet knowing somehow that I was safe with him. His eyes were dark with forbidden promise, but he wasn’t forcing himself on me.

Some of the records I’d come across had hinted that some men were dangerous.

This man felt different.

He placed my panties aside, laying them next to the thick belt, wet gusset exposed. I blushed as I stared at the evidence of my own arousal before I turned back to him. I stood frozen in anticipation and his eyes glimmered with a dark air of seduction.

I wanted more. I wanted this. The silent admission to myself sent a rush of fluid to my sex and I felt a single drop trickle down the inside of my thigh.

His stare finally moved right down to my bare pussy.

I whimpered with aroused shame when I saw him looking at me, knowing he could see the glistening wetness that slickened my thighs.

My embarrassment overwhelmed me, and I released another pitiful cry when he extended one finger and traced it down the trail of that one wayward droplet, then brought that finger to his lips, which then tilted up with pride.

I would have taken a step back, but he reached out his left hand and laid it against the back of my thigh.

“It’s time, naughty girl. Come now. Over my knee,” he instructed.

“Oh, please,” I blurted out, but my hesitation was momentary.

Two heartbeats later, I did exactly as he asked.

With his hand, he guided me over his thighs.

He moved me forward at an angle so that my head and shoulders rested on the couch cushion and my hips and bottom were balanced over his thighs.

Once he secured me flush against his solid muscle, he shifted using his legs to force my legs open and hold them where he wanted.

He was exposing my most private places, putting me on complete display for his own pleasure.

I blanched, trying to close my thighs as best as I could. His left hand reached across my back and curled around my hip, pinning me in place. His other hand popped hard against the back of my left thigh.

The sound of that single smack shocked me more than anything. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would be so loud or that it would bounce off the walls all around me. I blushed furiously and hoped no one else could hear this.

A sharp sensation followed, but it wasn’t as painful as I expected it to be. At first, it burned as though I’d been stung by something, but it faded quickly to a more subtle heat. Then it settled even deeper, straight down into my core.

Another drop of arousal rolled down my right inner thigh and I hid my face against the couch. I was thankful he couldn’t see just how red my face was. He lifted his leg just a little, propping my hips up and further exposing my soaked pussy to his view.

With my bottom high in the air, I felt more vulnerable. The chilly air caressed my skin. I had hoped it would cool me down, but it simply reminded me of my nakedness.

His hand settled over my left butt cheek with complete authority, and I tensed, expecting another crack, but that didn’t come right away.

Instead, he smoothed the rough surface of his palm over my bare, soft flesh.

I tried to keep myself still, but I found myself arching my back to offer myself even more to him.

It seemed every single moment of this evening so far had been intricately planned and carefully choreographed by a very experienced player, and I was a complete neophyte, new and tender and helpless under his touch.

“I told you to keep your hands where I put them, didn’t I?”

My sharp intake of breath echoed loud enough for him to hear it.

“Answer me, Naomi,” his tone brooked no resistance.

“Yes,” I whispered, fidgeting a little over his knee.

“And did you?” he asked pointedly. His palm continued to caress my bare backside, swirling over every inch. Inadvertently, my thighs spread a bit wider. I wanted his fingers to go back in between them. I wanted him to make me come again.

Was that even possible?

“I didn’t,” I replied bashfully. My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed with desire.

He squeezed my left cheek, his fingers dipping into the cleft between my buttocks, and digging into the muscle hard enough to hurt a little bit. I whimpered and he released me, only to do the same on the other side.

My heart couldn’t pound any faster.

“That was very naughty of you, wasn’t it?”

My thighs shook. My hips arched.

“It was… very naughty…” I echoed. I wasn’t really thinking about the words leaving my mouth anymore. All I could focus on was his rough touch on my naked skin, my agonizing humiliation, and my supreme arousal.

Grasping my hip more tightly, he pulled me in closer, trapping me against the chiseled slabs of muscle on his torso.

I could feel the hard, thick shaft of his erection throbbing against my soft belly. I wasn’t the only one aroused right now; he was too, and that pleased me.

Not only was he rock hard, but he was also enormous. Were penises supposed to be that big? Physiologically, I knew how sex worked. In practice though, I had no actual experience, and I simply could not fathom how something that large would fit inside a human female.

Fearful arousal coursed through me.