Inayah had never been hit, let alone spanked.
And so when the stranger had swiftly thrown her across his lap, she barely had enough time to register just exactly what was happening until his large hand grasped the hem of her dress and bunched it up on her waist, exposing her backside.
A gust of cold airbrushed her ass and hardly did she react when his open calloused palm landed on her left ass cheek.
“Ow!” Inayah yelped as jarring pain spread over her tender flesh.
He did not go easy.
Another smack on her right cheek forced a cry of terror as she bucked on his thigh. His free hand grabbed a fistful of her ponytail and forcefully shoved her face down such that she hung by the belly on his thigh.
“No! Stop!” Inayah gasped as another spank landed on her left cheek.
He spread each open hit evenly; from one cheek to another, down the back of her thighs. Each strike was hard, heavy and absolutely painful.
“Is this what you wished for?” The man demanded as she cried and frantically struggled to pry herself away.
His grip was that of steel, her behind heated up as fire licked and wrapped its hot fingers around her sensitive skin.
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“Noo- please!” She squealed as his palm landed and bounced with blinding intensity. “Please! Please!”
“Will you repeat it?” The man growled, using her ponytail to viciously jerk her head upright as he gazed at her red tear-stained face.
Inayah tried at shaking her head vehemently but the grip on her hair halted any such actions.
Another sudden spank on her rear forced her to wail, “I won’t! I won’t!”
“Will you repeat it?” Salem’s voice dropped to a deadly calm whisper, and his hand seized the striking, simply pressing on her sensitive heated flesh.
“I won’t!” Inayah sobbed and his thumb stroked her left cheek tentatively.
“Are you sorry?”
“I am! I’m sorry, Salem!”
“Master.” He corrected, smacking her right cheek sharply. The flesh jiggled and she tensed, rocking forward and away reflexively.
“I’m sorry, Master!” Inayah sobbed.
His sapphire eyes remained transfixed on her face for a drawn moment, eventually, the grip on her hair loosened as that hand rose to her rosy cheeks, collecting a few tears on his index finger.
Salem rubbed his thumb and forefinger, seemingly amused by the tears, then casually dropped her onto the floor. He rose then and adjusted his coat, pivoting and heading back to the forest from where she came from.
“Hurry up.” He snapped when she remained on the forest floor, still sobbing.
Inayah had never loathed a man as much as she did Sin.
He had punished her with enough ferocity to make her unable to properly sit for days on end. She walked with a grimace back to the horses and allowed him to tie her hand, all while ducking her face, glaring at the ground to avoid those void Sapphire eyes.
She hated him. Truly, madly and thoroughly.
Along with the punishment of spanking, he refused to stop for another break as they trekked for hours on end. By the time night fell, Inayah’s whole body trembled from exhaustion and she was close to passing out without caring.
As though sensing her quiet distress, Salem’s head rose to the velvet dark sky, seemingly searching for something. He unmounted from the horse and ran a gloved hand over its mane.
Inayah watched him briefly then averted her gaze, glaring at the forest floor. She flinched when boots suddenly appeared before her.
“Hands,” was all he said and she held them out for him. Salem untied her. “We will rest here for the night.”
“Okay,” she whispered, rubbing her sore wrists.
He left her then and disappeared into the forest. Inayah circled one spot of grass and gingerly lowered herself onto it before whimpering. She could not sit. Opting to rest on her side on the uneven ground, Inayah sighed, biting her inner cheek.
It was futile.
Salem returned with an armful of dried twigs and began to make a fire. She watched him move about with fluid grace and skill, glaring at his back. He tossed her a loaf of hardened bread and cheese which she ate sparingly, having lost appetite along the way.
The night went by silently. Inayah was unable to keep her pained whimpers at bay as she moved about, searching for a proper form to sleep.
“Quiet yourself.” Salem’s icy voice called from across the dying fire and she stilled.
Ten minutes later, Inayah whimpered again as she accidentally lay on her bruised side.
Salem leapt up and strode across to her. Fear rose sharp and heavy as she tried backtracking, “I’m sorry--” Inayah began, “It just hurt--”
“Quiet.” His hand curled around her small wrist, easily hauling her off the floor.
Inayah fought in terror, afraid that he might throw her over his lap and whip her again. He dragged her towards the fire and released her, “Stand tall.”
“What are you--”
“Quiet yourself, child, or I will whip you with a switch.” Salem snapped and her mouth clamped shut.
Obediently, she stood, nervously fiddling with her thumbs and anxiously watching as he reached into one of the bags, removing a small aluminium tin. Inayah trembled slightly.
“Lift your skirt,” Salem demanded, crouching by her feet.
Her heart thundered and she dared question but the venomous glare of his blue eyes muffled her words. Obediently she gathered the hem of her skirt and lifted it. Perhaps it was the fire that warmed her cheeks.
Salem’s hands were surprisingly gentle as they curled onto the sides of her underwear and softly lowered them to her ankles. Now exposed with her crotch near his face, Inayah’s face blazed in humiliation.
He did not seem to mind if anything the man’s expression was indifferent. Salem’s strong, slender fingers dipped into the salve and he rose them to her sore, inflamed behind. It was cooling to touch, the effects instantly soothing as Inayah sighed in relief.
Her eyes pinched shut with a whimper when he brushed a swollen part. In response, Sin’s hand stilled, then continued, perhaps even lighter than before. He spread the salve from one cheek to another, gently working it in, then down the back of her thighs and back up.
Inayah sighed again, small pouted lips gaping as his hand slid between her inner thighs, caressing up and down. Hardly did she notice the sudden rise, when she felt his cuff link come into contact with her throbbing pussy.
The cuff link was cold and her engorged lips felt like they could melt it to scraps in a few seconds. Inayah let out a tiny moan of pleasure then caught herself, eyes slamming open as she sought Sin’s calm face.
No
He looked up at her doe-like fearful eyes. Then he looked down at his hand, the cuff now dark and moist from her juices.
He paused in a silence that seemed to stretch out forever, and then his eyes began to dark, seemingly swallowed whole in the black.
Very quietly, he spoke, “Lie down, little one.”
“W-what?”Salem gazed at his slave, with less curiosity and more hunger. There was a certain craving he had felt, an attraction drawn by the small, timid creature.Which was one of the reasons as to why he purchased her. Yet despite her submissive nature, he sensed a little spitfire in his slave after she attempted escaping him.He watched her run, those slender bronzed legs. She was strikingly fast, much like a rabbit. It thrilled him to know that she held a tiny flame of rebelliousness for he would enjoy breaking her.Throwing her over his lap had been for disciplining reasons and yet as his palm struck her bare, heart-shaped ass, Salem couldn’t help the painful stirring of his cock. The need to stroke her pussy then spank her in intervals— offering pleasure and pain.Massaging the ointment onto her bottom, with the scent of her cunt had aroused him to no end.He would have her.Using the hand on her cheek to
Again his tongue parted her lips, sliding into her mouth at the same time his fingers slid down her slit and sank into her pussy, easing deeply into her virgin depths, stretching her as though to prepare her for his hard length.“A virgin,” he whispered against her lips, his fingers beginning to move slowly in her tight sheath. He could feel her hands gripping to his shoulders, gentle whimpers muffled against his lips as his fingers stretched her virgin depths.Despite her confusion at what was happening to her she still arched her hips into him, pressing his fingers deeper. He was only too happy to oblige, forcing his fingers deeper, faster, fucking her cunt with his hand, the high pitched moans that began to fall from her lips only feeding his frenzy.He smiled callously down at her, “Good girl.” She’d be so easy to mould, to make his. He knew his brother would never allow it though, not until she was marked but he didn’t ca
Inayah felt uneasy, anxious and her stomach clenched with complete dreadful humiliation.Her face was bright red, not from pleasure. Her eyes rose to Sin’s back, tall and steeled on the horse and she glared timidly.Her whole body felt sore, especially groin regions and she could still feel his cum, now sticky and slightly crusted between her inner thighs.Sin had taken her Maidenhead.He had claimed her on the forest floor. She had lost what was considered the most precious thing, to a man she knew nothing of.A cold, callous, unemotional scum of the earth. It repulsed her, the thought of submitting so willingly— yet part of it had been out of fear. Fear that he would do more than spank her, and his coal gaze held true to its threat of harming her should she resist him.He had touched her in ways only a husband should. His mouth had descended on her breasts tentatively, hands skimming up and down her bare legs, and that tongue&m
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