Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
My mind wanted the spanking to stop, but my body clearly didn’t. I feared if he kept going for much longer, there would be no way to hide what this punishment was doing to me. I’d be mortified for Locke to know that his act of discipline wasn’t exactly teaching me the lesson he was hoping to achieve.
My body reacted to his dominance as he brought the belt down on my ass, each strike leaving a burning sensation in its wake. I had never felt so alive before, and a big part of me didn’t want this moment to end. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every strike, and it was all I could do not to start rubbing myself against the couch.
After what seemed like a lifetime, but also not long enough, Locke stopped and rubbed my burning rear. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my heart slow down.
“I don’t want an apology from you again,” he said, his voice still low and dangerous. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded, his hand tightening around the leather and bringing it down on my ass one more time.
“I won’t do it again,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“Louder.” He brought the leather down upon me again, harder than all the times before.
“I won’t do it again!” I cried, the pain in my ass intensifying.
“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip on the belt. “Now, get up.”
I stood up, trying to shake the pain out of my legs.
He took a step closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, his lips finding the top of my head as he gave me a comforting kiss.
A wave of lust washed over me, and my body swayed toward him, wanting more. I wanted so much more than just comfort.
He ran his hand down the length of my back, lowering the dress back down because I had forgotten to do it myself.
He gently rubbed the burning flesh of my ass before giving it a small smack. I gasped, feeling my pussy pulsing with excitement.
For the first time, Locke spoke, his voice breathy and thick. “I’m not a man to test. Hopefully, you understand that now.”
His hand cupped my face to his chest in an embrace as I silently nodded. My face was heated in embarrassment, my head spun, but I cuddled into his warmth with the need to be closer.
“I promised myself that I’d always keep you safe,” he said. “Don’t make it so hard for me.”
I remained silent, absorbing the sensations and what had just occurred. I should be livid. I should be demanding that he let me go. And yet, I had never felt so protected and… loved… before in my life.
I was also wetter than I had ever been before, and I could only hope he would take me right then and there.
But he didn’t. He only kissed me on my forehead before he stepped away from the couch and let me straighten my dress.
“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to the bedrooms. “It’s late and we both have had a long night.”
He opened the door to the guest room, and my heart sank. Without him saying another word, I knew that our evening would be coming to an end. Him leaving me to sleep alone, as I’d done before in his house as a guest, was more of a punishment than the spanking had been.
I walked inside the room, seeing the spare bed.
“Goodnight, Storee,” he said from the doorway.
I turned to look at him. “Goodnight, Locke.”
He smiled and closed the door behind himself. I could hear his soft footsteps fade away into the darkness as I gingerly sat down on the bed.
I tried to push the thoughts of Locke and the belting incident out of my mind, but it was no use. Every part of my body still tingled with excitement and a throbbing dull ache.
I collapsed onto the bed, my eyes closed and my brain feeling like a rock. Thoughts of him spanking me filled my mind, and I found myself grinding against the bed.
I bit my lip and ran my hand over my pussy, feeling the wetness seeping through my panties. I pinched my nipple through the fabric of my dress and wished he was still there so he could punish me again.
I furiously rubbed my clit through my wet panties, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me. I pinched harder, the pain mixed with pleasure causing my hips to buck.
But the orgasm wasn’t going to come. Just like having any chance of my fantasy of Locke come to fruition.
I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily until I finally calmed down. I turned off the lamp next to the bed and curled up under the covers. My mind buzzed. Sighing in frustration, I gave up on the quest of satisfying my needs, just like I needed to give up on this childhood crush of mine.