Chapter 4 #2
“Punish me and get it over with. I have places to be,” I spat through gritted teeth, and he chuckled with amusement. An icy chill raced down my spine and my pussy clenched down hard in open treachery at his cocky arrogance.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Natalia. There’s no question in my mind that I’m going to enjoy all of this,” he rumbled and there was a seductive air to his voice that wasn’t there before.
“I’m going to kill you,” I threatened.
“You’ve already tried, little human. Your kind can’t best me,” he answered.
I gritted my teeth. Time to change tactics once again.
“I don’t want you to punish me,” I finally whimpered.
“I know you don’t, little girl. You may not want this, but you certainly need it,” he replied and the broad expanse of his palm brushed over my bare bottom. I stilled.
“What are you going to do?” I asked. His touch was soft, explorative at first.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson in respect. First with my hand and then, if necessary, with my belt,” he answered.
My mind raced and instinctually, I tried to fight him again. I attempted to pull myself up off the bed and his fingers tightened around my wrists. He pressed down against my back and stopped my struggle in a matter of seconds. I barely gained any headway at all.
He lightly patted my right cheek and I swallowed hard. I closed my eyes and a shudder of acceptance rolled through me. I knew what was going to happen next.
“You’re going to spank me,” I muttered angrily.
“I am. You’ve more than earned it, I think. Not only did you disrespect me, but you shot at me three times and even tried to slash me with a knife from my own bar,” he replied, and my stomach started to flip inside me. I panicked.
I’d never been spanked before. I’d always done what I was told. I was always the good girl.
“You should be dead,” I growled.
“But I’m not, and your beautifully bare little bottom is going to pay the price now, isn’t it?” he continued.
“Adrian,” I pleaded one last time. “Please.”
His hand squeezed my bottom more firmly this time.
“Sir,” he corrected, and I licked my lips.
“Please let me go, sir,” I whispered hoarsely. The words almost seemed to stick in my mouth. My tongue felt unwieldy, but I forced every syllable out anyway. I trembled after I said them, hating myself for even uttering them at all.
“You are going to be punished, little girl. It won’t matter how much you beg. You’re going to get a hard spanking and I will be the one who decides when you’ve had enough,” he warned, and I tensed slightly as his fingertips just brushed against the wetness that had dripped down my inner thighs.
“I don’t want a spanking,” I said weakly, but even as I said the words, there was a part of me that knew my pleas were falling on deaf ears. He was going to do what he wanted with me, and I wasn’t going to have a choice.
Somewhere, I’d lost control. Maybe it had been when I’d first accepted his invitation or the moment when I’d entered his penthouse. All I knew was that I’d run out of options. There was nothing more for me to do but to make it through whatever this was.
My clit continued to throb, and I loathed that tiny and incredibly disloyal bundle of nerves. His hand continued to explore my naked bottom, flittering gently across my flesh with a sort of reverence that I wasn’t certain I deserved.
“Your choices demand a price, little girl, and your bottom is going to pay for it,” he said darkly.
This was really happening.
I chewed my bottom lip. I could do this. It was only a spanking, a punishment that many wives and daughters throughout the world endured regularly. I was a strong girl. I could survive this. He’d probably smack my bottom a few times, then demand that I get down on my knees and suck his cock.
This had to be a ploy for him to get his rocks off.
It had to be all foreplay to him. He’d overpowered and subdued me and now he wanted to spank me.
Maybe after he’d want to fuck me, but I wouldn’t allow it to go that far.
He’d bring his guard down at some point.
He had to and when he did, I would make him pay for every last second of this.
I would have my revenge. Until then, I just needed to endure.
I was a world class assassin. I’d killed men in their sleep, tracked and found them in hiding, fought them tooth and nail and come out the victor every single time.
I could handle my ass getting smacked a few times.
I could handle sex or a blowjob or whatever came after. I was stronger than all of that.
I could take whatever he threw at me and give it back to him tenfold.
“You can fuck right off, sir,” I growled, pouring every ounce of vitriol in me into that single word. I turned my head.
“Ohhh, little human. You’re going to regret that,” he said darkly, and his fingers left my bottom. Knowing what was coming, I tensed, but he didn’t spank me just yet. Maybe he’d decided to let me go. Maybe he was all talk.
I started to relax. Several more seconds passed, and I just laid there until his hand struck my naked bottom far more firmly than I had anticipated. It was so loud. My ears rang just the slightest bit as if a gunshot had gone off in the room.
I opened my mouth a little. I hadn’t thought he’d actually do it.
He spanked me several times fast and hard. I wasn’t concerned with the noise for very long because the initial shock wore off and a terrible sting rushed forward without warning.
“Naughty girls get their bare bottoms spanked very hard,” he purred, and I gasped.
I closed my eyes. This was a spanking. That’s all this was. His palm seemed to be made of wood and no matter how much I tried to twist and turn to avoid it, he kept me pinned. I was defenseless and overpowered, getting my naked backside spanked like a naughty little girl.
He had to end this soon. Right?
“Wait! Stop!” I pleaded. He didn’t respond.
He just spanked my bare bottom that much harder.
I was horrified to realize that he’d been holding back before and now it felt like the real punishment was only beginning.
His palm was relentless, striking from the very tops of my cheeks to the lower curve of my bottom.
I had thought that was the worst of it, but then he descended to the sensitive backs of my thighs.
I shrieked out loud at the increasing intensity. In a protective measure, I lifted my legs and tried to block his blows, but he simply slapped the backs of my calves. My eyes snapped open in surprise.
That hurt more than anything.
“Keep your legs down and take your spanking like a good girl, Natalia. This is your last warning,” he cautioned.
I whimpered loudly and did everything in my power to straighten my legs, so I didn’t earn any more. I swallowed hard, realizing that he probably wouldn’t hesitate to spank the entirety of the backs of my legs too.
“Please!” I begged.
He only kept on spanking me. Harder. Faster.
This was way more than I’d anticipated. I was so over my head.
I couldn’t think about anything around me other than the cruel bite of his palm punishing my backside over and over again.
It was relentlessly vicious, and the longer my spanking went on, the more I began to realize just how much power he had over me.
He slapped the backs of my thighs firmly several times and I couldn’t help but circle my own fingers around his wrist so that I could hold on.
I didn’t know why, but it made the punishment a little easier to take.
His grip around me tightened a bit, as if he was letting me know that even though he was spanking me, there was an element of caring in there too.
“It’s beginning to hurt, isn’t it, naughty girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely, whimpering as a particularly firm spank caught the underside of my right cheek.
“Do you feel like telling me to ‘fuck off’ again?” he questioned, and I buried my face to hide my whimper of anxious arousal.
A really hard flurry of smacks peppered against the backs of my thighs, and I lifted my head, trying to survive the terrible onslaught. He wanted an answer and he wanted it now.
“No! I don’t, sir!” I shrieked.
“Good,” he murmured. I sighed in relief, thinking that maybe my ordeal was over.
Using his leg, he pinned one of mine and spread me open.
Without warning, his palm cracked hard against my pussy three times, punishingly terrible and I gasped out loud.
The intense sting was so incredibly overwhelming, but there was nothing I could do but take it. I couldn’t make it stop.
In the following seconds, the burn built on itself, growing more and more heated as time went on. My hips lifted of their own accord as I tried to survive the moments of scalding anguish, likely giving him a rather salacious view of all of me, but I didn’t much care at that point.
My pussy throbbed with fire and when I finally settled back down on the bed, just the feeling of the blankets against me stung a little bit. I whimpered quietly as his nails grazed over my punished backside. It stung far more on a freshly spanked bottom.
“Your pretty little bottom is bright red, Natalia,” he observed, and I blushed even though he couldn’t see my face. “Do you want to know something else?” he continued, and I swallowed anxiously, sensing that there was a dangerous undercurrent in what was to come next.
“Yes, sir,” I answered warily, knowing there was probably no other answer that he would accept right now. With my bottom and my pussy already quite sore, I would do whatever he wanted to make sure he didn’t continue my punishment for much longer.
“I got a really good look at that little pussy before I spanked it bright pink. You got much, much wetter after I punished it,” he observed.
His fingers slid along my inner thighs as I tried to close them, but his leg in between mine kept me from hiding anything from him.