Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Please what, sweet girl?” Gamma’s voice was low, teasing. “Tell me what you need.”
“I… I need…” I stammered, my cheeks burning with shame even as my hips rocked against his hand. “I need to come. Please, Gamma. Please let me come. I can’t… I can’t bear it!”
My desperate plea hung in the air, joining the chorus of arousal and repentance that filled the room. I held my breath, waiting for Gamma’s response, unable to think of anything but the exquisite torment between my thighs.
Gamma’s hand stilled between my thighs, and I let out a whimper of frustration. Then I felt his other arm wrap around my waist, gently turning me away from the wall.
“Come, sweet one,” he murmured. “Let’s get more comfortable.”
As Gamma guided me across the room, I became acutely aware of the movements around us. To my right, I saw Mr. Thornton leading Lydia toward one of the large armchairs. Her steps were unsteady, her bottom clenching and unclenching with each movement, causing the angry red welts to shift and stretch. The sight made me wince in sympathy, my own punished flesh throbbing in response.
To my left, Mr. Blackwood guided Elara with a firm hand on the small of her back. I caught a glimpse of her tearstained face, flushed with a mixture of pain, shame, and desperate arousal. Her freckles stood out starkly against her reddened skin, and I noticed how she bit her lower lip, clearly struggling to control her need.
The carpet was soft, but each step sent little shockwaves of pain through my welted bottom, making me gasp. I could feel Gamma’s steadying presence both physically and mentally, his thoughts a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.
As we approached one of the oversized armchairs, I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over me. The chair seemed to loom before us, a throne of impending pleasure and shame. Its rich burgundy leather gleamed in the afternoon light.
Gamma settled into the chair, the upholstered wood creaking softly under his weight. Then, with gentle but firm hands, he guided me onto his lap. I let out a small cry as my punished bottom made contact with the rough fabric of his trousers. The pain was sharp and immediate, making my eyes water anew.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Gamma soothed, his large hand rubbing circles on my back. “Let yourself feel it all, Tessara. The pain, the pleasure, the shame—it’s all part of your lesson.”
I nodded, sniffling softly as I tried to adjust to the competing sensations. The heat from my welted flesh seemed to seep into Gamma’s lap, and I could feel the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against my thigh. The renewed realization that my punishment had excited him sent a helplessly tangled mixture of pride and mortification through me.
Around us, I could hear the other girls being settled onto their guardians’ laps. Lydia’s sharp intake of breath was followed by a low moan as Mr. Thornton positioned her. Elara whimpered softly as Mr. Blackwood pulled her close, murmuring words of comfort that I couldn’t quite make out.
Gamma’s hand returned to my aching cunny, his fingers sliding easily through my wetness. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily at his touch. The constant tingle of my governor intensified, and I realized he must have turned it up slightly.
“That’s it, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let yourself feel it all.”
Across the room, I heard Lydia’s sharp cry of pleasure, followed by Mr. Thornton’s deep chuckle. “There’s a good girl,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Your little cunny is so wet for me, isn’t it?”
Elara’s soft whimpers joined the symphony of need filling the room. “Oh! Oh, Mr. Blackwood, please…” she gasped, her voice trailing off into a moan.
I felt my face flame with embarrassment as I realized how lewd we must look—three naked, freshly punished girls writhing on their guardians’ laps. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to care, too lost in the sensations Gamma was drawing from my body.
His skilled fingers found my most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy, circling and stroking in a maddening rhythm. I could feel my arousal building, only to be curbed each time by my governor. The constant ebb and flow of pleasure was exquisite torture.
“Gamma,” I whimpered, grinding shamelessly against his hand. “Please… I need…”
“Shh,” he soothed, his free hand caressing my back. “I know what you need, sweet girl. But you must earn it.”
CHAPTER 35
Tessara
I felt another subtle shift in my governor’s intensity, and I cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. Gamma’s fingers moved faster, more insistently, and I could feel myself climbing higher and higher toward release.
Beside us, Lydia’s moans had grown louder, more desperate. “Mr. Thornton!” she cried. “Oh, god, please… please let me come!”
“Not yet, you naughty girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “You haven’t earned it yet.”