“You don’t have like it, you’re supposed to learn from it. Manners are important.”
Dammit. He wasn’t even out of breath!
“We’re the same age, doorknob. You don’t get to teach me anything.”
His next swat felt a hundred times harder and a million times more humiliating.
“Should you be calling someone names when they’re in the middle of punishing you?” he asked patiently, after he’d delivered the next smack.
A red haze settled over her brain, singeing the last of her defiance. “No!”
“So apparently there are things I am in a position to teach you, even if you think you’re a big girl.” Four or five smacks landed on various parts of her ass, but because of the size of his palm, some of the welts felt like they were overlapping. When he stopped, he ran his sandpapery hand over the throbbing spots he’d left, abrading and grabbing and making her squirm in his grip.
“What’s this?” He dragged a finger along her slit, then held the glistening digit in front of her face. “You’re loving this.”
“No!”
“Your tight little pussy is begging for attention. You like being hit there?”
“Please, no,” she whimpered, trying to angle her hips so her pussy would be hidden better between her thighs, but the way he pushed down on her ankles left her wide open to his investigating hand.
A finger coaxed its way into her entrance, slowly penetrating. Nate groaned, watching her take his finger, his expression rapt.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so wet.” He withdrew his finger and slapped her pussy experimentally. It made her whimper so he struck harder with each damp and humiliating thwack. A knuckle brushed against her anus and she squeaked, trying to buck away, but he only chuckled and did it again.
“You don’t like being touched here?” he turned his attention to her ass, skimming his thumb in slow, light circles, close but not touching. She whined and wriggled, but that only seemed to please him.
“I’m not used to it.” Her breath hitched as his thumb brushed right over it, and she clenched against him.
“Have you been fucked here?”
“Yes. I hate it.”
He chuckled evilly.
“Oh, let me guess – you think you can make me like it,” she grumbled.
He tickled her there a moment, until she was squirming and trying to flip over, which he didn’t allow.
“I have no interest in making you like it. I’ll enjoy punishing you with it.”
“Nate, no!” Her whole body was buzzing with awareness of him, and no matter how many times she’d tried to tell him no, she was so glad he’d only listen to her safeword.
“Then you’d better be a very good girl, Leelee.”
She thought about sticking out her tongue just to see what would happen, but then she remembered the size of his dick and how he could use it for punishment. That changed her mind. She swallowed. “I’ll be good.”
Nate let go of her ankles and picked her up off the couch as though she weighed nothing. Pins and needles rushed through her arms as her blood started to circulate again. Her hands burned.
He carried her into the bedroom and put her face down over the edge of the bed. She turned her head to see what he was doing, but he was standing back and just looking at her.
“What?” she asked self-consciously. Poor guy probably had all sorts of memories from when she’d been young, and now she was chestier and assy-er. She kind of liked herself better the way she was now, but maybe she’d ruined his fond memories.
“I never thought I’d see you again, let alone have you in my bed.”
“Technically, I’m not in your bed. I’m bent over the side of it.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, sucking his teeth. “You’re right. Maybe putting you all the way into my bed then tying you down would be better.”