Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
C allum
There she is!
Her beautiful red hair tumbles wildly over her shoulders. She’s barefoot, tugging at the hem of a dress much too short to wear out.
Or to be wearing at all.
I grab her in my arms, bringing her ear to my mouth. “Where have ye been? I’ve been worried sick!”
“With Freya. We went out. For pizza.” The guilt is etched on her face as she squirms under my touch. She never lies, making her a good girl but a terrible liar.
I’ll get to the bottom of this.
By punishing her.
I slip my hand down the front of the slinky dress, pinching a nipple tightly between my thumb and finger. “I think you went clubbing.”
She gasps as I cup and squeeze her other breast, punishing that nipple as well. “You didn’t have my permission to leave.” I pull my hand away and release her, stepping back. “Now get those panties down. Around the tops of yer thighs.”
She stands in front of me, her eyes downcast in submission.
“Now.”
Her shaking fingers reach up under the skirt of her dress for her waistband, pulling her panties down, red lace against the white of her thighs. The sight makes blood rush through my cock.
"Spread your legs," I command, my voice thick with desire. She obeys, spreading her legs as far as the tight elastic around her thighs will allow.
I close the distance between us, reaching under the thin material of what she’s trying to pass off as a dress. My slick finger glides over her arousal, gathering lube. I circle my fingertip around her sweet wee bud without touching it directly.
She whines, her knees going weak. Her hands reach for my shoulders, holding on as I tease her pussy.
“Let’s get the truth out of you. Whose idea was it to sneak out? Yours or Freya’s?”
“Mine,” she whispers.
“Doubt it.” I thrust two fingers into her at once.
Her eyes close, her head lolling back. Fingertips dig into my shoulders as she gasps. I fuck her with my fingers, in and out, in and out. Her grip on me tightens. She gets wetter as she gasps for breath. “Callum?—”
“And ye went to the clubs, didn’t ye?”
“Aye,” she confesses, hanging on to me, desperate. “We did.”
“And did ye dance with any men?”
Her eyes pop open, shaking her head. “No! Just the girls.”
The one truth I needed to hear.
"After I spank you, I'm going to punish you here." I move my fingers, stroking the velvet walls inside her.
She gives a small whimper. "With...what?"
I press my growing erection against her body. “I think you know with what.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, wide with shock. “But…I’m a virgin.”
“After tonight, you won’t be. Your virginity will be another part of you that belongs to me.” With my fingers filling her, finally, I let the pad of my thumb swipe over her clit.
“Oh! Callum!” She gives a hard shudder.
"Ask me for your spanking," I demand. “If you want to come.”
My fingers find a nice rhythm, entering and pulling out of her as my thumb massages her greedy wee clit.
“I want to come,” she moans. “I need to come.”
“Tell me what I want to hear. ”
"I've been bad. Please, spank me," she says, wiggling her hips in anticipation. “Punish me if you must.”
I pull my hand away.
Gasping and panting, her eyes pop open, her mouth dropping wide. Her hands fall from my shoulders, flailing at her sides. “I thought…”
“If you take your punishment well, you will come. Now, go to the office.”
She starts to pull her panties up.
My hand shoots out, stopping her. “Leave them.”
Her face heats with shame.
I walk behind her so I can enjoy the sight of her shuffling barefoot, her movements awkward, with the red panties still wrapped around the tops of her thighs.
Lucky for her, she doesn’t have far to go.
My office door is on the right and already open. She steps inside, hovering in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next.
I go around behind the desk, opening the drawer where I’ve hidden a black paddle.
I pull it out, letting it fall onto the desktop with a soft thud.
"Is...is that for me?" she asks, nodding toward the paddle.
"Yes, I had it specially made for you," I reply, showing her the carved letters of her name on its shiny wooden surface. “Before you came."
“No,” she moans .
“There’s a woodworking shop on the High Street. Very discreet.”
I walk around the desk, scooping my hand around the back of her neck, forcing her to move closer to it. The fronts of her thighs bump into the desk’s edge.
I lift her dress higher and run my hand over her ass. Her skin is cool and smooth, and her curves are all mine.
Gliding my hand up her back, I press between her shoulder blades, lowering her over the empty desktop, her hands splaying over its gleaming top.
I feel her trembling under my hand. "How many hours have ye been out? No guards? No protection? No safety?”
“Um…” She thinks, finally saying, “Five? Maybe six?”
“We’ll go with six good swats,” I say. “And you’re going to count each one. Hand me that paddle.”
“This is so humiliating,” she murmurs. She reaches for the paddle. Once her hand is on it, she gives it over quickly, as if it were a snake that could bite her.
She’s not wrong. Its sting will bite.
I step back, enjoying the sight of her dress pushed up past her waist, her red panties around her thighs and just below her lovely ass, revealing bare, porcelain skin framed between the edges of her clothing.
I lift the paddle, bringing it down across her ass. She jumps with a start, sucking in air between clenched teeth.
“Count.”
"One," she counts out loud .
When I lift the paddle, there’s a rosy-pink mark blooming on her ass. I paddle her again. This time, she’s quicker to count for me.
“Two!”
"Good girl," I praise her, growing harder with each count.
As I bring the paddle down, I feel a surge of power. Each strike elicits a squeak and a number from her lips, and I revel in the humiliation she displays as her voice grows thick with shame.
I drop the paddle on the desk, relishing the sight of her red, throbbing ass.
I’m soon consumed with the thrill of what’s to come. I'll make sure it hurts as I enter her for the first time in that innocent place. But I'll also make sure she enjoys it and reaches climax.
After all, I may be a monster.
But I’m not the devil.
I give her a playful slap on the ass as I go back to my drawer. She watches as I return the paddle and grab a tube of lube to help her virgin pussy take all of me. Her eyes widen as I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants, freeing my cock.
It stands to attention for her. Her face grows pink as I squeeze lube into my open palm. I stroke the lube over myself, thoroughly coating my erect cock.
She shudders at the size. “That thing…is going to fit inside me?” she squeaks.
“Aye. Lose the panties.”
She shakes as she pushes them slowly down, steps out of them, and discards them on the floor.
“Back in place,” I tell her.
She lays across the desk, her hands splayed. Her dress has fallen back down, hiding her beautiful, punished ass from me. Grabbing the hem of the dress, I pull it up and over her back. Her rosy-red ass reappears, making my cock grow uncomfortably hard, needing release.
Leaning over her back, I pull her hair over her shoulder so I can kiss her neck as I search between her thighs, pushing them further apart. She gasps as my fingers dip inside her pussy. I find her earlobe, nipping it. "This is a punishment fuck," I say. "It's not going to be gentle."
I move the head of my cock against her pussy, playing with her slickness; I hold it there, teasing her entrance. I won't stop until I'm entirely inside her, filling every inch of her pussy. But first, I have to know she wants this.
I need to hear her say that she wants me.