Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Was this really me? How had I ended up here? The girl in my mind’s eye looked so small, so vulnerable. Yet there was something in her expression—a mixture of pain, shame, and dawning acceptance—that resonated deep within me.
As the spanking continued, each stinging slap seemed to chip away at my resistance. The pain blurred with the unwelcome pleasure, melting together into an overwhelming tide of sensation that threatened to sweep me away. I felt myself slipping, my defenses crumbling under the relentless onslaught.
“Are you ready to admit it now, Andrea?” Devin asked sharply. “Are you ready to accept what you are?”
I opened my mouth, intending to deny it once more. But something had shifted inside me. The words stuck in my throat, choking me. I gasped for air, tears streaming down my face.
“I… I…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Smack! Another sharp blow landed on my burning bottom.
“Say it,” Devin commanded.
The room seemed to hold its breath. Even Lila and Lydia paused in their lewd ministrations, all eyes on me. I could feel the weight of their stares, the expectation hanging heavy in the air.
“I’m…” I choked out, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. “I’m the kind of girl who… who needs spanking.”
As soon as the admission left my lips, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing a flood of emotions I’d been holding back.
“Good girl,” Devin said, his tone softening slightly. “That’s a good girl, Andrea.”
To my dismay, a wave of submissive pride rose in my chest at his praise. I felt a warm glow spread through me, separate from the burning in my bottom. Part of me recoiled at this reaction, horrified that I could feel anything positive about this situation. But another part—a part I told myself I didn’t have to really acknowledge—basked in the approval.
Devin continued spanking me, but his pace slowed. Each smack was punctuated by words of encouragement.
“That’s it, Andrea. Good girl. You’re learning.”
Smack!
“See how much better it feels to accept what you are?”
Smack!
“You’re doing so well, honey. I’m proud of you.”
As the praise washed over me, my mind began to wander. Unbidden, an image of Dylan rose in my thoughts. I pictured him watching me, his hazel eyes fixed on my reddened bottom. Did he think I was a good girl too? The idea sent a thrill through me, equal parts mortification and excitement.
I wondered what Dylan’s hand would feel like spanking me. Would his touch be gentler than Devin’s, or would he be just as firm? Did he want to spank me? Did he envy Devin even now? I imagined Dylan pulling me over his knee, his strong hands positioning me just so. The mental image made me squirm, a fresh wave of heat flooding my pussy.
Lost in the forbidden fantasy, I almost didn’t notice when Devin abruptly stopped spanking me.
Devin’s hand rested on my burning bottom, the heat from my punished flesh radiating against his palm. I lay draped over his lap, panting and dizzy from the overwhelming sensations. The room seemed to spin around me, my world narrowed to the point of contact between Devin’s hand and my sensitive skin.
“Greta,” Devin’s deep voice rumbled above me, “what do you think? Has our new girl earned herself a little reward?”
I held my breath, hardly daring to move. Reward? What could he possibly mean?
Greta’s crisp voice rang out from across the room. “I believe she has, dear. Andrea’s made good progress tonight. A small reward would reinforce the lesson, I think.”
CHAPTER 10
Andrea
Before I could process Greta’s words, I felt Devin’s hand slide from my bottom to the junction of my thighs. His thick fingers probed gently, finding me embarrassingly wet. I squirmed, torn between the urge to pull away and the traitorous desire to press back against his touch.
“My, my,” Devin murmured, his fingers exploring my slick folds. “Someone’s certainly excited. I think you’ll enjoy your reward, Andrea.”
Without warning, he began to stroke me in earnest. His callused fingertips found my clit, circling it with practiced ease. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp and writhe on his lap.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The lingering sting of the spanking seemed to heighten every sensation, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my nervous system. My hips moved of their own accord, rocking against Devin’s hand in a primal rhythm.
“That’s it, honey,” Devin encouraged, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go and enjoy it. You’ve earned this.”
A small, defiant part of me wanted to resist, to pull away and deny the pleasure he was giving me. But a much larger part—a part that seemed to be growing with each passing second—reveled in the sensations.
I have no choice, I told myself, grasping desperately for some way to rationalize what was happening. This is just part of my punishment. I have to accept it.