Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
"Over my knee, little girl. Now."
My hands trembled as I positioned myself across his lap, my bare bottom exposed. His hand rested on my lower back, holding me in place.
"Ten spanks," he said, his voice low and firm. "Count them for me."
The first spank came down on my right cheek, sharp and stinging. "One," I gasped.
"Good girl," he praised, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just struck.
The second spank landed on my left cheek, equally sharp. "Two," I managed to say, my body already responding to the mixture of pain and pleasure.