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Margot

Fuck.

I don’t know what I expected when he said he’d punish me, but it sure as hell wasn’t this .

I don’t even realize until he pats my ass. That’s when it dawns on me.

I’m naked, bent over his knees, arms restrained behind my back, about to be spanked .

This is not okay.

You’re going to love it.

No. No, I won’t.

You were gushing from those thigh spanks in the shower. This’ll be euphoric.

I don’t like pain.

Then why aren’t you fighting?

“Are you ready, my sweet girl?” His voice is calm, controlled. “I’m only going to do ten today, but next time, I won’ t be so lenient.”

The first smack echoes around the room before I feel it. The sensation blooms. A sharp heat spreads across my skin. And, to my horror, a spark of pleasure shoots up my spine. That wasn’t bad at all. I can do this. Easily.

The second hit stings more, but it’s still bearable.

The third and fourth come fast and hard. I inhale sharply, not expecting them to hurt so much.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, almost sweet. “Are you sorry for being a bad girl?”

He rubs slow, soothing circles over my ass. The contact overwhelms me. My skin burns now. The break only makes me feel the heat more.

“Answer me, or I’ll add to the count.” He pinches my right cheek.

“Oh fuck. I’m okay. It’s starting to hurt. I’m sorry.” The words tumble out breathlessly.

“Good.” His voice darkens. “This is a punishment. You won’t ever leave me again.”

The fifth slap lands right under my right cheek on my upper thigh. Pain explodes through me. A cry rips from my throat.

The sixth lands on the same spot on the left. I wiggle, shifting my legs, trying to escape.

He pinches the already tender skin. “Stay still.”

The seventh lands over the exact spot he pinched.

“Please stop, Matty. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I won’t ever leave.”

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, I know you won’t. Not after this.”

The eighth one is the hardest yet.

My body jolts. A tear slips free.

And yet, you’re wet.

Horror slams into me.

No, no, no.

The ninth strike pulls a moan from my lips. Loud. Unmistakable.

I burn with humiliation. I’m so messed up for enjoying this.

No, you’re not. You just like it a bit rough.

Matty stills, then exhales a slow, knowing breath. “That didn’t sound like it came from pain, sweetheart. Could my bad girl be enjoying her punishment?”

“No! This is horrible!” I squeeze my thighs together, trying to hide the evidence.

He tsks then pries my legs apart.

I whimper as cool air brushes over my wet, swollen flesh. I know he can see it. I squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face behind my hair.

“You really are a slut for me.” His voice is thick with arousal. “Look at how soaked you are. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

He drags his fingers through my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

I push against him instinctively, desperate for more.

He tsks again.

I hate that fucking sound.

“Not yet. Bad girls don’t get pleasure until their punishment is over.”

He pinches the same sensitive spot on my right cheek.

White hot pain shoots through me. These pinches are worse than the fucking spankings.

I barely have time to brace before the final smack lands.

It's the hardest of them all.

Tears pool in my eyes. My body throbs.

Pain and relief flood through me in equal measure.

And deep down hidden beneath the ache, buried under the humiliation, there’s something else.

Regret that it’s over. And arousal from it happening .

Matty rubs soothing circles on my skin, easing the burn.

I exhale shakily, melting into him.

“You took your punishment so well, sweetheart.” His voice warms now. Gentle and praising. “Have you learned your lesson?”

I nod, my voice hoarse. “Yes, sir. I won’t ever run from you again.”

And I won’t.

Not because of the spanking.

Not because of the pain.

But because I don’t want to.

I want this.

I want him.

I choose Matty.

I choose this life with him.