“He grabbed her arm, making me think he was going to…do something bad to her but then pushed her toward me. She’d kept her cards and I.D., so she suggested we find a phone and call the police. Yours was the first door we came to, and it just sort of opened when Liz knocked. She went in, so I did too, not sure what else to do.”
It all came pouring out. Usually, I would have put in a pause or two or thought about what I was going to say before I said it, but it felt so good to tell the truth, to find my voice that I just couldn’t stop. Warren frowned, making me worry.
“I don’t think I believe you. I think you’re lying like a naughty girl and need to be punished.”
Before I could say anything, he had me turned over onto my front with my ass in the air. Tearing my panties off, I could hear them land across the room before Warren turned up my skirt again.
The first strike was hard, making me yelp. I remembered there was no longer anyone there to hear me scream. A thought that was both frightening and arousing at the same time. I felt my pussy tighten, hoping against hope that he would touch me there. I tried my best to be a good girl, so he would want to reward me.
The spanking continued. Hard strikes on each of my ass cheeks in an alternating pattern, making sure he hit both with an equal amount of force. My ass was stinging so bad it brought tears to my eyes and a scream to my mouth, but they were tears and cries of joy. I loved it and wanted that and so much more.
“It’s true,” I cried, not wanting him to think me a liar. “It’s true. I’m not a liar, it’s true I’m not a liar.” I said it again and again like a mantra as the strikes fell.
Suddenly he stopped and started stroking my battered little ass. “I believe you.”
I squeaked a bit as he pulled me back up into a sitting position, the pain in my ass getting worse for a while. Soon enough, it calmed into a low warming sensation, which actually felt kind of nice.
“Where do you go to school?”
“Marquette University in Milwaukee. Liz goes there too.”
“That’s a catholic school, right?”
“Yes, I want to convent school before that.”
“How old are you?”
“22, sir.”
“Are you catholic?” he asked.
“Yes, I mean, I am. Liz isn’t, we went to different elementary and high schools, but she went to Marquette when she found out I got in.”
It was probably too much information, but I wanted to be a good girl and answer his questions in full.
I gasped as Warren lay his hands on my bare thighs, lightly stroking my sensitive skin.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, eyes blazing.
“Y-yes.”
He got down on his knees in front of me, his hands on my thighs. I shivered with anticipation and opened my legs for him, my pussy already tingling with desire.
Warren took his time, kissing his way up my inner thigh, making out a trail to my waiting pussy. The very first lick on my tender young lips made me moan and shudder uncontrollably. Gripping my thighs to hold me still and keep my legs open, he kept licking me, speeding up a bit. I moaned even louder, never having felt anything like that before.
“I’ve never b-been licked down t-there before! O-oh wow!”
Truth be told, I didn’t’ even know I could be licked down there. Or at least it was something people did. Warren lapped at my tender little pussy even harder with his strong, experienced tongue, and it was all I could do to stay sitting up. I thought I might pass out. I’d barely even heard about an orgasm, let alone had one. I didn’t even touch myself, so the massive orgasm Warren gave me came as a surprise.
I managed to look at him, and he seemed really pleased with my response, which made me feel wonderful. Almost as good as the feeling as he stroked my pussy with his fingers as I relaxed. The silence was perfect, at least for a while. Then it started to get a bit awkward because I wasn’t really sure what to do next.Chapter Nine - WarrenI watched the sweet little virgin as she eyed me. She was brave but still seemed a little nervous, probably expecting that I was going to punish her again. It was a look I absolutely loved because I wasn’t sure myself.
“A-are you going to untie me now, sir?” she asked, not seeming like she actually wanted me to.
“I really don’t see any reason why I should. I like the way you look, all tied up and helpless. I know you are desperate for my attention. You want me to touch you, to pleasure you, and I enjoy seeing you squirm.”