21• Micah.

Who knew massage in the buttocks could be so erotic like this? I had wondered but not until I felt a sharp unexpected pain and the sound of Sullivan's hand hitting me finally dawned on me I let out a shout jerking up at once, meeting with his cold gaze that was beginning to stare commandingly at me.

"Go back to your position." He commanded as though I was made to be his spanking tool, but I dared not utter any word. "Delay will cause more spank." He called out like a warning and I had no idea my mind was being terrified by his aura.

I pursed up my lips, trying to utter a word but too bad, if I talk my punishment will increase.

I swallowed hard informing myself that I could do this, and I went back to the monstrous position he taught me.

My legs were tired, my waist aching and the slap I received on my ass made me grab the bedsheet tighter for dear life while I shut my eyes trying to bring back any memory that could make me forget the punishment I have landed myself into but nothing, my memories were all void as if waiting for Sullivan hard hand on me again.

What manner of man is this? I asked no one specifically.

I hardened my ass but the next spanking, made me lose strength and my heart began racing as if the spanking will take my life out of me.

My eyes were still shut while I waited for another spank but it wasn't coming and I thought he was done and would begin thanking my stars. Nevertheless, I wondered if I could sit properly given the three hard spanks I had received.

I opened my eyes catching my breath when I felt his hands massaging my ass cheeks again with the lubricant that felt very oily on me.

His hands were skillful and I enjoyed how he rubbed me and even played with my anus but at the thought that after that was a spanking, I realized it was both pain and pleasure.

I felt Sullivan's skillful manly hand conclude with massaging my ass and I held the bedsheet tight again.

"Position well." He ordered and I raised my butt, straining my ankle waiting to hear my shout from my ass while I gritted my teeth.

Sullivan's hand met with my skin again and I groaned out loud feeling his fingers leaving a mark on me.

He circled my anus and I swallowed the urge to moan pleasurably. He descended another spank on me and I cried out loud wondering if he was not bothered that Ginevra will hear my shout but he wasn't even concerned as he continued spanking me hard while I felt pity for all parts of my body especially my ass which seemed to be burning with the number of spanking I was receiving from Sullivan.

He was massaging me and at the same time spanking me. Giving me pain and pleasure. Is it his ideal type of punishment?

Before he could slap my ass for the thirteenth time which I've been counting unconsciously, I sat my naked butt on the floor, feeling its coldness beat my hot butt.

I groaned clenching my fist weakly and looking up at the demon who already wet the front of his hair with sweat, I wanted to glare at him but it seemed like I was out of strength for that.

I looked down still panting when he walked away entering the bathroom and shutting the doors to my face while I was still half sitting on the floor, hardly feeling my butt cheek.

I heard the showers rain down on the bathroom floor and I guessed Sullivan must have started bathing.

I held the bed as I rose on my feet, my panties falling to my ankle and I didn't even bother to pick it up when it fell to the floor with my gown covering my naked ass as I walked out of Sullivan's room, pantless.

I strolled down the polished hallway until I reached my room.

I opened the door, and didn't even bother to shut it, I sighed walking slowly to the bed, aware that my ass was still suffering from the hard spank I had incurred from Sullivan, and never in my life would I ever question him. But that wouldn't stop me from tormenting the hell out of his life because that was me.

I can't be expected to follow a command without being a tormentor. I always do so to my father as well who sometimes cannot have a word against me when I begin tormenting him but Sullivan's case is different.

I groaned as I sat on the bed recollecting how Sullivan had spanked me so hard and mercilessly was having me think about wanting more because of his beautiful fingers circling my anus and the erotic feeling I got when the lubricant met with my a-hole with his hand gently massaging it and his spanking.

Wow! It was pleasurable indeed... I smiled stupidly as I eased into a more relaxed position, sinking into the bed and closing my eyes while reminiscing about my spanking moment with Master Sullivan.

There's more! But that is if I still want more. But I secretly do.