Reynard took a seat in the chair and yanked me across his knee. I didn’t have any panties to pull down like the fantasy suggested, but I didn’t think that was going to matter—I doubted they would have stayed around my hips for long. He adjusted me until I was draped over his knee with my ass facing the ceiling—then I felt the first stinging slap on the right side of my ass—and it was followed by one that was even harder on the left side. His hand came down hard on my flesh and each time his hand landed if left a sting. The sting got worse when his hand delivered another smack to the spot where the previous one had landed. I was getting a spanking—and I might as well have been a naughty girl over her Daddy’s knee because that was e
xactly what it made me feel like—even if my own father never lifted a hand to hurt me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such a bad little girl.” Reynard’s words were followed by a growl. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.” I whimpered and nodded.
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re getting this spanking.” His hand came down again.
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I tried to think back to what I had discussed with William Edwards—tried to remember all of the reasons I had given him to spank me.
“Because I got in trouble in school—I stayed up past my bedtime—Ow!” I squealed when his hand landed a little harder.
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“What did I tell you was going to happen if this naughty behavior continued?” Another growl resonated in his throat.
“You said—Ow!” I squealed again and tried to remember. “You said you were going to spank me until my ass was cherry red!”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He shifted me on his knee and started spanking me harder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My ass seemed to sting more every time Reynard’s hand came down against my flesh. It made me squirm on his knee, and I could feel his cock. He was hard as a rock—and very well endowed. I was going to be on my knees when the spanking was over—pleasuring him with my mouth. That’s what I told William Edwards I loved to do—apologize with my lips when my punishment was done. The stinging sensation started to be replaced by a burning—like someone had struck a lit match to my skin. I struggled involuntarily, but Reynard was way too strong for me to do more than wiggle. My hand flew back involuntarily, and he pinned it to the small of my back without missing a single slap that was meant to endure.
“Please—I’m sorry Sir—I’m sorry Daddy!” Tears started to well up in my eyes—real tears—tears of regret and remorse.
“An apology isn’t good enough.” His words were callous, firm—and true because no apology could fix what I had done.
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The tears streamed down my face once I started to cry—then my crying turned into sobbing. I felt myself tapping into emotions that I didn’t know I had—true regret that even the darkness couldn’t make me feel. The spanking pulled them to the surface and put them underneath Reynard’s punishing palm—my emotions were laid bare for my comeuppance just like the skin that suffered more with each passing second. The spanking hurt—it hurt worse than anything I had ever felt before, especially when my sobbing gave way to screaming. I wanted it to end. I wanted my punishment to be over. But—it didn’t matter what I wanted—not anymore. My body belonged to Reynard and he could punish me as much as he wanted.
“Please! Ow! Please—I’ll be a good girl! I’ll never do anything wrong again!” My words got choked in my throat as they were ripped from my soul.
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“Do you mean that?” His words were still firm, but his hand started to slow. “Are you going to be a good girl if I stop spanking you?”
“Yes! I swear!” I bucked on his knee and then he his hand picked up speed again.
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“I don’t think you know what it’s like to feel hope—and then have it yanked away. But you will.” He tilted me until my face was almost on the floor.
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I thought the spanking was over, but it wasn’t. That brief glimmer of hope flooding my veins with relief, and just like he said—it was yanked away. It was replaced with more agony. More burning. More torment for my sins. I lost sense of everything except the pain I felt—sobbing and screaming for mercy that felt like it would never come as he continued to punish me. I didn’t even notice when his hand stopped falling—not at first. The stinging and burning were so intense that it still continued even after his hand was no longer stoking the flame. I felt his hand on my hip, then he pushed me off his knee. I tumbled to the floor and caught myself before the marble came up to greet my face. Tears kept streaming, dripping onto the floor in front of me as I sobbed. It wasn’t just the pain that made me cry—it was the emotions that it forced to surface—the terrible things I had done on the way to Reynard’s cage.
“If you’re truly sorry.” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to my knees. “Then you know how to apologize.”
“Yes—Sir.” I nodded and watched as he started to unfasten his pants.
I promised my lips to so many men—told them they could come in my mouth—begged to swallow their cum. I never imagined actually doing it, but that was exactly what I was going to have to do for Reynard. His cock was enormous, and he didn’t seem to care that I was still crying. He grabbed the base of his shaft and pulled me towards it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stretching my jaw as the head slid across my lips. He pushed it into my throat before he let go of my hair and I was forced to start moving my lips up and down his shaft. He was making me into a slut—a filthy whore that choked on cock.