“You think spankings are only reserved for punishments when you’re little? You don’t see the enjoyment of it?” In my opinion, those kinds of punishments should only be for adults.
I didn’t see the point in punishing children that way. But with my woman… fuck, yeah.
She shot me a disgusted look. “Enjoyment?”
“Lots of women enjoy a little spanking during sex. And some even like it as a punishment. It’s a kink, no doubt about it, but I don’t think it’s one you should judge—” I let my eyes roam down to her bare legs, the pale skin of her thighs affecting me more than I cared to admit. “Not until you try it.”
Before she could retort, I pushed her down and positioned her over my lap.
She wiggled, struggling to get free, and I pressed my hand down the small of her back to keep her still.
“Let go of me, you sadistic bastard!”
I laughed and slid her shirt up, baring her naked ass to my gaze. Just as I suspected, she had gone to bed with nothing more than a T-shirt.
She stilled when I cupped one ass cheek, squeezing a little.
“W-what are you going to do?” she asked.
“Don’t sound so worried. This isn’t a punishment,” I murmured, running my rough palms over the supple flesh. My cock hardened even more, and I knew she could feel it pushing up against her side.
She wiggled and I let my palm rain down on her ass cheek once.
She stilled right away, and I focused my gaze on her, loving the redness that took over her skin.
“Good girl,” I said, soothing away the pain with gentle touches. I wasn’t that much of a monster, after all.
She let out a small breath, and I couldn’t tell if it was in anger, annoyance, fear, ordesire.
Perhaps a combination of all those things.
Mila could deny it all she wanted, but this sweet little cunt of hers didn’t lie.
I was willing to bet the entirety of my empire that if I were to move my hand between her legs, I would find her drenched with need.
My greedy little pussy.
I spanked her three more times. She made small little noises that didn’t sound like protests in my ear, wiggling a bit on my lap, only to still when she felt me on her side.
“Feel good, baby?” I asked, rubbing my palm over her.
“No,” she gritted out.
A moan escaped when my hand glided between her ass cheeks. She was wet.
My cute little liar.
After a moment, I helped her stand between my legs.
She watched me with wary eyes, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
I stared back at her impassively.
She made me want to throw all my cards on the table with just a single look.
I decided this girl was dangerous, and I needed to be careful with her.
Without saying anything, I lifted the shirt up and off her.
