Serpentine Desires
I clenched my thighs, desperate to push him away, but the cunning bastard only quickened his pace, driving me to the edge of the counter, trembling and humiliated.
I was still writhing in his steel-like grip when a sharp slap echoed through the air, and the burning sting registered on my arse. I froze, the sudden jolt of pain slicing through the shame, my heart nearly stopping. "Keep squirming, and I’ll make sure your ass matches the flush on your pretty face."
“No, please—”
Another slap landed, sending me jolting against the table, my hands gripping the edge like a lifeline. "Come on, ptichka, defy me again, and I’ll spank you until you’re the obedient little girl I know you can be."