Rob spanked her with more force, foregoing the rubbing in between.Her breath shortened and her heart picked up speed.The slaps had a bite to them, sending tingles of pain firing to her brain, even as heat continued to burn between her legs.
She kicked her feet involuntarily and Rob clamped his free leg over the tops of hers, trapping her in place.Yes, he'd definitely done this before.The fire built in her ass, more than she wanted, more than she thought she could take.
But she had no intention of yellingred.Part of it was a pride issue—Rob didn't think she could hang and she wanted to prove she could.She didn't know what the other part was.Shewantedto feel the pain, she supposed.It felt good even though it hurt.And maybe some part of her wanted to be punished.She felt shame over what had happened to her and she wanted it expunged.
As she arrived at that thought, tears pricked her eyes.
What would Rob do if she cried?Would he stop immediately and demand to know why she hadn't calledred?The urge to cry grew stronger, tears welling up in her throat, bringing pressure to her face.
She let out a silent sob and water ran from her eyes.
Yes.
It felt so good to let it flow—all the trauma of the night, all the tension trapped inside her body came bubbling out.An audible sob slipped out before she could clamp her lips closed.She didn't want Rob to hear it and stop.
"It's okay, baby.You can cry," he murmured, still whaling away on her poor ass.
His words surprised her.The dam broke.Sobs poured out with the tears.Her back shook with them as her poor bottom bounced over Rob's lap with each punishing blow.
She wanted him to stop now, but the tears came too hard.She couldn't callred, all she could do was sob into the covers of his bed, while he continued to spank her into oblivion.
"Let it out, little girl.You had a rough night."
Yes, she had.His acknowledgement brought on a fresh wave of sobs.She cried so hard she lost herself, face buried in the covers, vision blocked out, sensations all overrun by the endless spanking.
Red.
She wanted to say it, but the word didn't come out of her lips.
Red.Red, okay?
Miraculously, he seemed to have heard her silent plea.He stopped spanking and ran his rough palm over her blazing, swollen cheeks.
"Owww," she sobbed into the covers.
"I know, baby."He lifted her from his lap and pulled up her shorts.The fabric felt too tight and too rough against her raw flesh.He pulled her onto his lap and tucked her head into his shoulder, holding her tight.
Yes.
This was where she'd wanted to be all night.
The sensation of safety and comfort flowed from his body into hers.She could stay cocooned there forever.She'd cried until she'd emptied out.Nothing was left inside—no angst, no fear, no shame, no anger.She had the sensation of new beginning.Blank slate.
She kissed Rob's neck.
He continued to rub her back.
She sucked a little.
"You'd better not leave a mark on me, little girl, or you'll have another spanking coming."
She giggled.She loved him playing mock-stern.He did it so well.
"I leave marks on you, not the other way around," he went on.
Heat sparked from her core outward.She liked the idea of him leaving marks on her.Of "belonging" to him.
"Are you going to make love to me?"
