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, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

Instead, I pull my clothes off as quickly as I can, and he stares at me with a combination of resolve, kindness, and arousal that makes me feel weak. A few moments later, I am over his lap. When the first spank lands, it shocks me with the power. I cry out and his hand falls again, twenty hard spanks. I don’t understand why, even though it hurts like hell, I find myself grateful for the spanking. I don’t understand why it centers me even as I cry like a baby. When the last spank lands, I’m sobbing uncontrollably but I lift myself up and throw my arms around him. “Oh, Daddy!” I sob as he holds me and strokes my hair.

“You will count to 20. Do it.” I was shaken. I couldn't believe what he was doing, but when he spanked me again, I understood, so I counted. “One,” I said and felt the hardest smack. “This is for being stubborn,” Alessandro said. “Two,” I said with a gasp. “This is for lying to me,” Alessandro said. “Three,” I said with ardor. “This is for not believing,” Alessandro said briskly. For every stroke, he mentioned something to me, and each and every sentence was related to my reluctance. I didn't know at what point I felt released and started to cry. Alessandro stopped spanking me, then he hugged me very carefully and kissed me.

A hot pool of lava settled in my stomach, and when the spank came again, a whimper quivered from my throat. “This is one effective way to shut sluts up, I don’t hear your voice, princess,” He growled mockingly, his breath hot against my nape. Another slap came, my eyes rolled backwards, and instead of a pained cry, a moan trembled from my lips, I could feel myself soaking my panties. No! I was betraying Daddy. Snap out of it! I couldn’t cúm from mere spanking, I was better than this. “Let go you fúcker!” I swore, but his body pressed in on me from behind, I could feel all of him, I meant all of him.

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

"I can't let this thing go unpunished!" What? "Brace yourself; you are going to get 10 spankings." My eyes widened even more when he started pulling my pants down. ~~~~ You naughty naughty readers 😈 I know what you are looking for ;-) and it is waiting for you in the following chapters 😁

“Ten spanks. Then you’ll ride me until I believe you’re sorry.” He pulls out slow, strings of spit connecting us. Uses the ring to haul me up and bend me over the high foot of the bed. My toes barely touch the floor, ass presented, pussy already glistening. The first spank cracks across my right cheek—sharp, perfect sting. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”

I do get off on my own, when my ex-boyfriend, Roman couldn't get me to the height I wanted, but to get turned on, I always touch myself. “Starting now,” Spank! “You will do as I say.” Spank! “If you as much as disobey me, ever again,” Spank. “Ivana Alex, I will so deal with you that death would be a better option.” Spank! When the last spank landed on my red butt cheek, heat rose to the pit of my stomach and I was already a wrecking mess with a dripping pussy. My butt cheeks hurt so bad, but it didn't stop pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced to course through my body.

It comes out a whimper. “You’ve seen what I can do,” he continues, as if encouraged. “Don’t you want to try it for yourself? Don’t you want me to spank your ass, so you can be a good girl for Daddy?” Never in my life would I have thought I’d be into spanking or Daddy-kink. Yet here I am, squeezing my legs together at the mere mention of it.

ZARA Xavier’s ass stiffened after I slapped it, and a giggle escaped my lips. I spanked it again, and immediately, he pulled me away from him, turned me around, and held both my hands behind my back. “You like being naughty, huh?” he grunted, spanking my ass. “Ouch!” I screamed dramatically, pretending to be in pain. “That hurt so much.” He immediately released my hands and rubbed my ass. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend—”