Humiliated, yes.
Ashamed, most definitely.
Nervous, without a doubt.
But never did I truly fear this man.
“It’s a habit of mine. I like the look and feel of it.” I could feel the heat of his stare on my bare pussy, but I didn’t try to conceal myself. I stood and awaited his next command.
“Good.” His eyes looked back into mine. “Bend over,” he directed, his voice husky.
Suffocated by the fear of the unknown, I did exactly as he asked without any hesitation, though missing the way he hungrily gazed at my body. Lying over his lap, I twisted my head over my shoulder to see his face. The strong features, the firm air, the sensitive but unyielding eyes.
He removed my panties completely without saying a word, quickly following with a swat to my bare behind. Once. Twice. The spanking continued as heat rippled over my body in waves, leaving me breathless. “Price,” I whispered. “I—”
Further words were lost as he spanked my ass completely. The sting made me want to beg for mercy, yet also left me oddly craving more. Every time his palm made contact with my bare skin, it hurt like hell, and yet I couldn’t help but like the fact that Price was touching me. His hand was on my nude skin, and the thrill of that knowledge almost made the pain disappear.
Almost.
“Price, please. I feel you have made your point.” I wasn’t sure if it was the angle of my head hanging toward the floor or how embarrassed I was to be treated in such a demeaning way, but my face felt as if it were boiling beneath the surface.
Price continued to swat my upturned ass over and over before he finally answered me. “I will decide when this punishment is over. Not you.” The next swat was even harder than all the others combined, clearly his way of showing me where my demands would land me. “I’m also not going to tolerate you threatening to leave every single time you don’t like what I say or what I do.” I didn’t think his spanking could get harder, but somehow the swats grew in intensity. “And trust me, you’re not going to like many things I do. Especially how I handle correction. This is how I handle correction.” He slapped each cheek one time, and then asked, “How do I handle misbehavior?”
“By giving me a…” No way could I actually say the word out loud. No way. My face heated up even more at the thought of that word coming from my mouth.
“Giving you a what?” Price continued on with the spanking, and I knew deep down that the spanking could, and would, get worse if I didn’t answer him—embarrassed or not.
“A spanking.”
“Yes, by spanking you. Expect more of these in the future if you don’t follow my rules.”
And the spanking continued. Would it ever end?
The worst part of the entire spanking was the unknown. I didn’t know how long this would last. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be doing, and I didn’t know what was going through Price’s mind. Did he like spanking me? Did he like what he saw… my bare ass writhing on his thighs as I pursed my lips together to try not to cry out?
After a few more volleys of punishing slaps to an area of flesh where my thighs met my butt, he asked, “Will you put us both in this situation again? Will you force me to discipline you again for not doing your job properly?”
I shook my head, but when I got one extremely stinging swat to my ass in response, I practically howled, “No! No, sir. I will not be needing discipline again.”
“You will read my work and take notes as I ask?”
“Yes, sir.” Though I still wasn’t sure if that was a skill I truly possessed. But the last thing I was going to do in my current situation was argue with him.
I was hoping that my compliant answers would be enough, but they weren’t. The spanking continued, and I truly didn’t think I could handle one more swat of his hand. My skin burned, and sweat beaded on my upper lip as my body continued to gyrate on his steady and sturdy lap. Moaning, gasping, whimpering, I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the moment… to Price and his dominance. I had no other choice but to release all my thoughts, my worries, and my resistance.
Yes, I thought as he swatted my behind relentlessly. This is what I needed. This is what I craved without even knowing it. Not just a spanking, but a spanking by Price. Somehow this all seemed right. So fucking wrong, but so fucking right.
He paused a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he pressed past the cheeks of my ass and rested his finger on the entrance of my tight rosebud, teasing me with the unknown of what was to come.