Chapter 7 #4
He picks me up and seats me on his desk, spreading my legs wide and hitching my skirt up. I close my legs, pouting because, well, I have a whole lot of things to say that I don’t feel comfortable saying because I feel like they’re going to ruin everything if I bring them up in any way.
“What has gotten into you?” He puts his hands on my thighs and looks into my eyes.
“I just feel like there’s more going on that I don’t know about,” I say, giving him a chance to admit everything to me.
“Of course there is,” he says. “There are so many things.”
I narrow my eyes at him. His narrow back ever so slightly, and I feel a bolt of excited defiance run through me. This feels sexy, even though I want to pout and argue.
“Do you want a spanking, or do you want to be fucked?”
“Do you want a spanking, or do you want to be fucked?” I repeat his question back to him. I sound immature, but I don’t care. Sometimes I don’t want to answer a question like that. It’s a false dichotomy to start with.
“Oh, you are tired,” he chuckles. “I should spank you and put you to bed like the naughty girl you are.”
It sounds so nice to be put to bed that I don’t even put up a fight when he carries me off, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other under my ass. I encircle his hips with my legs, clinging to him like a baby koala until we reach our destination.
He sets me down in the bedroom and strips me of my clothing.
I let him, because maybe I am tired. Tired of the strange stressors of this situation and everything involved with it.
Then he sits down on the side of the bed and pulls me over his lap as if this is all very normal and reasonable and a totally fine thing to do.
“Settle in, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand over my back and then down my ass, soothing me into place.
He smacks my butt, but not hard. Just firmly enough to give me a little light sting, and the warm, snuggly sensation of being dominated.
I let my thoughts stop running, and I sink into that blissful, brainless state that I only seem to get when I am being disciplined. That probably means something, but I don’t know what and I can’t think about it because I cannot think about anything. His hand falls and lands, and I feel good.
“The attitude has been quite spicy tonight,” he says. “I know you know better than to disrespect me, so I’m going to put it down to the emotional hangover of my disappearance. I know I need to make that up to you, and I am going to. But first, I’m going to make this gorgeous ass completely red.”
He starts to spank me harder, so much harder that it almost feels like I’m actually being punished for my actions, but that can’t be right. I don’t deserve that. He is the bad guy; if anything, he is the one who should be punished.
“Cry if you need to, baby,” he purrs, smacking my ass hard and sharp, jolting me against his thighs over and over until I wail. “Let it all out. I don’t want you holding onto all that stress. You need to express it.”
I whimper, but that’s not enough. He shifts his grip a little, his hand tightening on my waist as he lands a flurry of slaps right to the very bottom of my cheeks, going back and forth from one to the other until I am gasping and wailing.
“Cry for me,” he insists, sliding his hand down between my legs for a brief moment to check my pussy.
I feel his middle finger slide into me easily, because I’m soaked, because my body loves this treatment.
I am limp over his lap, giving into his discipline, my eyes watering the way he wants them to.
“That’s it,” he praises me. “Wet at both ends for me, aren’t you, little one? You wanted to speak disrespectfully, but you’re not going to sit tomorrow, are you? No, this bottom is going to be very, very sore, just like you need it to be.”
He speaks softly and even encouragingly, but the content of those words and the absolute hellfire reigning in my ass are at complete odds.
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Simon
She needs this. She needs me to be dominant and stern. When she started giving me plain sass, I was a little shocked, but not for long. I know what a request to be put in one’s place looks like, and Lydia just wrote me a request and sealed it with a kiss as far as I am concerned.
I spank her squirming, hot ass until she is shaking and sobbing over my lap. She’s truly soaked, too, her body reacting to the stimulation of the spanking, and the emotional realization that she is held, she is under control. I do still have her, even though she was afraid she lost me.
I pick her up, I stand her up, and I know she thinks she’s going to be put to bed.
But I bend her over it. She can rest on her knees, but a pillow keeps her hips high.
I cannot express how perfectly beautiful she looks right now.
Her body is all curves and submission. Her thighs part naturally as her legs seek the floor, and I am treated to the most beautiful display of a soaking wet pussy, lips puffed with desire, just waiting to welcome me in.
“You’re going to take this fucking,” I remind her. “Because it’s what you deserve, as much as the spanking was what you deserved. You should have a nice, sore ass. You’re a bad little girl who is going to be spread around my cock, aren’t you?”
She makes an incoherent noise that rises in pitch as I sink my cock inside her. Spanking this girl makes me rock hard.
I fuck her slowly at first. I want her to feel loved. I want to draw this sensual moment out, and let her feel each and every inch of me as deep inside her as I can go.
The cries are so beautiful, as are the moans that mix with them as her body shifts away from being sorry and toward seeking orgasm. My flesh is inside her, joined with her. She is part of me, and I am part of her.
My climax is not far off. I want to hold back, because I want to make sure she is well spanked and well fucked, and this little display of temper is thoroughly dealt with. I could be annoyed with the attitude if I took it personally, but I know she’s just trying to feel settled again.
This will teach her a lesson. She’ll learn that she is safe with me, that I always come back, and that the rules do not change when that happens.
As I work my cock in and out of her tight little hole, I start to become aware that it is getting bigger and thicker than usual.
I’ve always been well-endowed, but the base of my cock is starting to really swell up, and orgasm, which I’ve always had pretty good control over, is rushing through me and taking over against my will.
I come inside her with a growling predatory intensity, and my cock continues to swell at the base while deep inside her. I can hear her gasps of erotic surprise as she feels herself stretching ever wider, my seed filling her up to the brim, unable to escape the usual way.
“Oh, my god,” she moans. “What’s happening?”
“I think I’m knotting,” I rumble back. “It’s a swelling to keep us locked together so we can be sure you are properly bred.”
“What the fuck do you mean, knotting?” She squirms and I have to hold her hips still to stop her from trying to pull off me. That will not work right now.
“It must be an aftereffect of the formula,” I tell her. “It’ll go down. Just stay there and be patient, baby. Nature designed this to make sure you got bred properly. Don’t you want to know that your bare cunt is completely full of my cum?”
I accompany my words with a playful motion of my fingers over her clit and I feel her shudder. This might not be the worst thing. With my cock stuck inside her, I have all the time in the world to toy with her and make her accept the pleasure I want to give her.
She enjoys, and then suffers through several more orgasms, each one more powerful than the last until finally she cannot stay awake or react orgasmically anymore. She falls asleep in my arms, as satisfied as any woman has ever been.