CHAPTER ELEVEN — STEPHANIE
What the hell am I doing? My mind is screaming at my body, trying to get me to stop, but I can't.
I'm entranced.
I'm drawn towards this man, and as scared as I am, I want him badly. I want him so badly it scares me.
I want him to put me over his lap right now. I want him to take me. Reading his text messages made me feel a mix of things: shame, embarrassment, lust, and most of all: desire.
I'd forgotten what it felt like to want like this.
I kept thinking about what he said about wanting to spank me. I can't believe this is actually happening. I've been dreaming about it now for months, but I never thought it would actually happen.
And if it does… I can use it as leverage.
The thought has been circling in the back of my mind. It's my excuse. How I'll justify this decision to myself. If I feel guilty about this later, I can just tell myself I did it so I'd have leverage.
And I'd be kind of right, because this will give me leverage over him.
I stare at David. Is he really gonna do it? He looks different. There's a wild look in his eyes. He always looks so composed.
But not now. Now, he looks feral.
It makes me want him more.
He grabs me and tosses me over one of his knees.
He's standing, but he leans back against the wall and bends one knee slightly so that I'm dangling over it.
He rests his bent leg on a box, which gives him a bit of stability, but I'm totally at his mercy.
It's hard to stay balanced. My toes graze the gravel. He clamps one arm over my upper back.
And then, without waiting, he starts spanking me. Hard.
I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting. I've never really been spanked. A few boyfriends have swatted me a few times during sex, nothing serious. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect it would be like this.
He's going hard like he's trying to break a Whac-A-Mole Guinness World Record, and within seconds, I feel my skin starting to burn. Within 30 seconds, my ass feels like it's on fire. Technically, I am wearing a dress, but the material is so thin that it barely protects me.
Just as I'm thinking about the flimsy material barely covering me, he lifts it up and then continues. I blush, realizing that he can basically see my entire ass, given that I'm wearing a thong.
He continues for another minute. I start squirming, trying to stay composed. I can't. It's too much. Tears start to sprout in my eyes. I start kicking my legs.
"Stop," I hiss.
He doesn't say anything, just keeps going.
"Stop it," I say, kicking my legs. "It hurts."
"Good," he says. "It's supposed to."
He keeps going, and I feel my ass getting hotter and hotter.
If anything, it seems like he starts spanking me harder.
Bastard. I've never simultaneously hated somebody and been this turned on by them as I am right now.
"David," I whine, "stop."
"I'll stop when you've learned your lesson," he says. "Now be quiet or somebody will hear you getting punished."
Maybe that would be a good thing. Then they could stop this.
"Help," I yelp.
David stops and looks at me.
"Trust me, you don't want to do that."
I'm confused. He just resumes spanking me.
"Help," I say once more.
After about 10 seconds, I hear footsteps. I look up and it's the tattooed bouncer.
"Everyone good over here?" he asks.
David stops spanking me for a second and looks at him. The bouncer smiles, and I blush red.
"Tell him to stop," I say to the bouncer.
"Is she with you?" the bouncer asks.
"Yep, just teaching her a lesson," David says.
He nods and walks away.
"Wait. Come back," I say feebly.
He doesn't even look back at me as he continues to walk away.
David continues spanking me.
"Since you called attention to yourself, I'm gonna have to spank you a little bit extra," he says.
My hatred and lust multiply. I'm so shocked I don't even know what to say.
"There's a reason I brought you here," David says.
He pauses for a second and rests his hand flat on my ass cheek.
"Nobody here cares. They've all seen much worse. No one's coming to save you, sweetheart, so be a good girl and just take your spanking."
For a second, his hand dips between my thighs.
I inhale quickly. I can almost feel him graze my underwear, but he doesn't. He just goes back to spanking me. My ass feels hotter, and tears keep streaming down my face. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stops.
"There," he says. "Now you've learned your lesson."
He starts walking towards the car without even looking back at me. I'm shocked. I've never felt so humiliated in my life.
As I follow behind him, though, I also notice wetness between my legs.
I'm ashamed to say, I'm also desperately horny.
Thank God he didn't actually touch me, or he would've realized right away.
I quickly reach between them and realize I'm drenched, like I've never been this wet in my life drenched.
I knew I was turned on, but this is shocking.
I vow to keep this information to myself at all costs.