Chapter Eleven — Alex
I slip off the wet dress. Then my bra and underwear.
I stand in front of the men. Dripping wet and completely naked.
“Hands by your side,” Callum says.
The men circle around me, looking at my body. I feel their eyes taking in every inch of skin. They’re smiling ravenously, and I can just imagine the wheels turning in their minds, thinking of what they want to do with me.
The first man, the one I confessed the fantasy to, steps towards me. He drops his hood and I get a good look at his face. He’s handsome, probably late forties. I’d estimated he was a bit older from his voice, but he’s actually quite good-looking. Rough, like a farmer type.
“Hi baby girl,” he says.
He walks right up to me and runs one of his thumbs roughly across my right nipple. I inhale quickly.
“How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear. “Remember, I already know,” he says. His other hand goes to my ass and grabs it. “Say it, or the spanking I’m about to give you will be ten times worse.”
I squirm as he squeezes my ass cheek harder.
“Exposed,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he demands.
I raise my voice. “Exposed,” I say again, embarrassment seeping through my body.
“Good girl,” he says, as the hand on my ass slowly moves across and down my crack. The hand on my nipple moves to my other breast, grabbing my other nipple, then pinching and twisting it. I gasp. He’s twisting it hard.
“Now tell everyone you like it,” he says.
“I like it,” I whisper.
He spanks my ass hard. I flinch, blushing. It’s not even that it hurts that much as the fact that everyone is watching. He laughs.
“If you think that’s bad, baby girl, you’re in for a rough surprise about what I have in store for you.”
I blush red and feel wetness drip between my legs.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it? Now tell everybody. Or I’ll show them.”
The thought horrifies me and turns me on.
“I like this,” I say loudly.
“Tell them what you like.”
I look at their eyes and feel like hiding, but I can’t. The man slips a finger inside me. Since his hand is behind me, only he knows how wet I am. Although I’m sure Callum wouldn’t be surprised.
“Tell them, or I’ll show them how wet you are,” he says.
“I’m turned on,” I say.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now, are you ready for your punishment?”
I nod.
He sits down on a pew and positions me so that I’m straddling his knee, just like I told him in the booth. I flush thinking about how he’s using all of my words against me. Although, is it fair to say he’s ‘using my words against me’, when he’s also fulfilling my fantasy?
It’s complicated because this is exactly what I want, but it’s still horrifying. Which is also what I want. It’s a mindfuck.
He slowly runs a hand up and down my bare ass cheek.
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he says. “And remember what’s coming at the end of the spanking,” he says, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them slightly. My heart beats faster.
He swings one leg over mine, trapping me in place. With one of his hands, he grips my wrists together.
“I’m about to give this young lady a spanking,” he says loudly. “During confession, she told me that this is what she wanted. She wanted to be positioned exactly like this: over my knee, legs spread, straddling me, so that she’s exposed and vulnerable. And all she can do is take it.”
“She requested, in her fantasy, that I make her ass red. She might squirm and cry out, but I won’t stop until she’s learned her lesson. This is what she wanted, and I’m going to give it to her. But first, I want her to ask for it.”
“So, Lola, please ask me for your spanking.”
Oh my god, is he serious? He runs his hand up my crack again and then grabs my hair. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says.
“Please spank me,” I blurt out.
“Good girl,” he says. “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”
The men murmur in agreement.
“All right, now I’m going to give this good girl exactly what she asked for.”
A split second later, he starts spanking me. His hands are rough and calloused, which I notice almost immediately. He rains down rapid spanks. They’re harder than Callum’s ever were, and I find myself squirming.
The more I squirm, the harder he spanks. He clamps his leg down harder against mine.
“The more you fight me, baby girl, the harder I’ll spank you. You need to surrender to me. The more you struggle, the more I’ll take that as a sign that you haven’t learned your lesson yet. So please, keep squirming. Grind away on Daddy’s knee. I could spank you all day.”
I’m glad I’m face down so that he can’t see how red my face is.
“I know how wet you’re probably getting right now,” he says. “Shall I check?”
I shake my head. I don’t know why I do that, because the longer this goes on, the wetter I’m gonna get.
He laughs. “Alright, sweetheart.” He continues spanking me. My ass is getting hotter and hotter until I can’t stand it. Then he stops.
“Alright, let’s see.”
He inserts a finger between my legs, and it slides in with a slick sound. He pulls it out, and sure enough, it’s wet and sticky. He holds it in the air.
“Look how wet our little girl is,” he says. “She got so turned on by the spanking. Now I want you to suck on your juices and taste how much of a naughty little girl you are.”
He puts his finger in my mouth and makes me suck. He pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap, facing him.
“Look at me,” he says. As I suck on his finger, he inserts two fingers into my cunt and starts pumping them in and out.
“Keep sucking.” He starts rubbing my clit, and I moan.
“Good girl,” he says. “I want you to come just like this, on Daddy’s knee, sucking your own juices like a dirty little girl. Got it?”
I don’t think I could be more embarrassed or turned on. I’m starting to lose it as he increases the pressure on my clit.
“Good girl. Come for Daddy,” he says.
An orgasm explodes through my body, and I come all over his knee.
“Good,” he says. “Now one last thing before I hand you off. Spread those cheeks.”
I bend over and spread my cheeks. I hear him moving around, and then feel something squirt into my bottom.
“You know what this is?” he asks, as I feel something cold press against my hole.
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Say it.”
“Plug,” I whisper.
“Tell everyone what’s happening.”
“I’m getting a butt plug,” I say louder.
Some of the men laugh.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m naughty,” I say.
“That’s right.”
He pushes it in. He spanks my ass once more, and I squirm.
“Good girl, you took Daddy’s punishment well,” he says. “Now go up to that table and wait for the next man Daddy will send you.”