I’m paralysed, my entire body has frozen in place. My eyes trace their way up her thighs, all the way to the top as my ticker races until I find her glistening heart-shaped lips, framed by her peach cheeks, her panties loose around her knees and her little slit parted and sparkling.
My hand's quiver as my knees shake.
I should walk away.
Turn around, take a cold shower, jack off, and forget this ever happened.
Never speak of it.
This is wrong. She’s too young. Too sweet. Too perfect.
But I can’t walk away, and I know I won’t. I drove back here for her. She wants this, and so do I. She wants me to discipline her, to make her feel pain and release, and I want to give that to her.
Hard.
I step forward and she flinches, her little body bucking as she gasps, her fingers tightening their grip on the sheets that she’s ruffled, pressing her face into the smooth material.
I stand behind her, my dick trying to force its way out of my pants so hard that it hurts, and I take a long, deep, slow breath.
Goddamn.
I reach out, and as my fingers near her flesh, the moonlight shines and I watch in awe as goosebumps spread across her bare ass and up the ridges of her spine, her little peach fuzz hairs all rising at once as if drawn to my touch, and there I hesitate, my heart pounding.
Time slows.
And at last, my skin touches hers, and the world fades away.
*
I’ve never let anyone spank me or discipline me, or even hit me before. I’ve never had a one night stand or slept with a stranger, and I’ve never, ever done something like this.
I bite down into the sheets as Mr Ledger’s hand slides over my ass, his rough touch taboo and alien as he carefully sweeps my unblemished skin. Then he squeezes me gently, almost reassuringly, and my warmth pulses with need.
I moan, trying to hide my excitement but I can’t, the noise escaping from my lips like air from a tyre, and I freeze and twitch. Then I sense him moving closer, and my thighs quiver as my pussy drips with desperation.
‘I’m going to spank you three times,’ he says quietly, his voice firm and commanding, the deep resonance loosening something inside of me as I feel my tummy twist. ‘Do you understand, Mackenzie?’
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘And I want you to count for me,’ he says.
For a fleeting second, I wonder how hard he’s going to hurt me. Will I be sore? Will he leave a mark? I almost cry, then I take a deep breath, and screw my eyes shut tight as I nod.
‘Yes, Mr Ledger,’ I say as my tummy dips. I part my lips to take another shallow bre-
The smack echoes around the room before I feel it, the pain rising like a burn, white-hot and overwhelming as it singes me, and then his hand caresses my ass, massaging me as I buck and twist, my head trying to nod and shake at the same time as I stifle the urge to cry out in beautiful agony.
‘One,’ I gush, my muscles tightening as I thrust my torso, and between my thighs, I feel my lips swelling.
A heartbeat later he hits me again, but this time the pain comes first, sharp and loud, and my ears feel muffled as my head swims and I sink into the bed. I whimper and instinctively wriggle forward, but he pulls me back firmly by my ankle as my knees keep crawling.
As he massages me again he uses his free hand to push my nightie further up my back, and then he reaches around and sweeps his fingers over my hanging breasts and pinches my nipple through my nightie before he whispers in my ear.
‘I told you to count, Mackenzie.’
‘Two,’ I whisper, my body bucking in desperation.
My whole body feels tight with need, clenched and aching as I buck and thrust. I want him to unzip himself, to take himself in his hand and step forward and push himself inside me and fuck me until he fills me with his seed. I want him to use me, to take me, to make me hi-