I scoffed and he spoke again.
“Answer, baby girl, or else you’ll learn what my belt feels like against your bare little bottom instead of what you have coming already,” he threatened, and I squeaked in surprise.
“No. I haven’t,” I whispered hotly, having a difficult time reining in the arousal that was truly burning inside me now.
“I take it that you’ve never been properly put in your place either, isn’t that right, little girl?” he continued. He never stopped moving those fingers across my bare skin, never letting me forget that he’d been the one to lift my dress, not even for a moment.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my legs start to tremble.
“I asked you to take off your dress and get down on your knees. I also asked you to address me properly, and you refused to do so, am I correct?” he asked, and I felt as though I had never been so thoroughly scolded in my life.
“That’s correct,” I answered shakily.
“That’s what a bad little girl would do, isn’t it, baby girl?”
I didn’t answer and his fingers squeezed hard into my bottom. I gasped at the feeling of soreness that arced through me, settling straight between my legs and pulsing right against his thigh.
“You were a bad little girl, weren’t you?” he asked next, and I could hardly even manage to breathe at the sound of those words.
“I... I...” I tried to answer, but I could think of nothing to say.
“Here in my castle, bad little girls are punished. Do you have any guesses as to how that might happen?” he questioned, and his fingers lightly traced the bared flesh of my backside. I shivered and almost unconsciously, my thighs parted just the slightest bit. I had zero doubts that he’d noticed too.
My mouth was dry again. Anxiety spiraled deep within me and I shivered hard against him. His cock pressed against my hips, still just as hard as he was before, if not even harder.
“Tell me, baby girl, how am I going to punish you?” he pressed, and a soft whine emerged from my throat. His palm flattened against my backside and then he patted each cheek softly, a hint of what was to come, but more than anything else, a warning.
“You’re going to spank me,” I finally managed to whisper, anxiously aroused and terrified that my words might make it come true.
“That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to be spanked.”
I stilled for a long moment. He couldn’t be serious. Right? Maybe I needed to plead for his mercy or reason out of this. I had a feeling it wouldn’t work, but I had to try.
“Please don’t,” I begged. “You don’t have to do this.”
“In my kingdom, when a bad little girl is disobedient, she is punished. I make the rules here and I ensure that they are enforced and right now, that means that this beautifully bared bottom is going to get the spanking it so richly deserves,” he explained calmly, and my pussy tightened shamefully hard.
Once more, he ran his fingers along the lower curve of my backside, sliding alongside my wetness as a silent reminder that he knew what he was doing to me. I could feel myself blush as he explored me, and I was left with little doubt that he was very much aware of how turned on I was right now.
His palm returned to my backside and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy his soft touch as little tingles of electric desire pulsed across my skin. My clit throbbed, wanting to feel his rough caresses there too.
He didn’t give me that though. Instead, his palm left my ass and then it returned, smacking down hard in the center of my left cheek. He did the same to the right and I was left in a quiet state of shock at how very loud it was. It bounced off the walls and echoed noisily around me. I was terrified that anyone close by would know that my bottom had been bared and that I was now getting spanked like a naughty little girl. My pussy quivered with need at it all.
I pulled in a heated breath and his palm collided with my nakedness once more, quite a bit harder than the first two
. I squeaked with surprise, thinking that I could handle this. He smacked my bottom a few more times and I held myself together. It hurt, but it was manageable. I could do this. I could take a spanking.
This wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was doing silly things to my insides and I could feel my desire for more building by the second. His palm was steady and hard and far bigger than I was ready for, but I took it anyway and I could feel my pussy clenching with desire. I was so aroused, and I could feel how very wet I was becoming. I felt like I should be crying out, but I moaned, and I clamped my lips shut at how shameful that had sounded as it left my mouth.
I couldn’t let him know how much this was affecting me and, more important than that, I couldn’t let him know how very much this was turning me on.
All of a sudden, his strikes against my bottom got harder and more punishing. The gradual sting worsened, getting stronger until the entirety of my backside felt like it was on fire. I started to become unsure of myself. I could take the lighter strokes of his palm before, but this was so much harder, and each spank stung much more than I anticipated. I whined and tried to twist away from him, although it quickly proved to be useless. Every spank met its mark and when they moved to center on the lower curve of my bottom, the sting intensified and became that much more overwhelming.
My cries became louder, more desperate, and the spanking grew even more painful. I squirmed my hips back and forth, anxiously trying to avoid his punishing blows. Nothing worked. It didn’t matter what I did because his hold on my hips was firm, ensuring that I was locked over his knees and helpless against his discipline. My toes pummeled against the floor and when I tried to reach back to block the spanks, he quickly grasped my wrist and pinned it against my hip. I cried out as a rather painful volley peppered against the tops of my thighs and I came to the quick realization that he wasn’t being as mean as he could have been when this first started.
He focused solely on my thighs after that and I keened in surprise.
Fuck. This really hurt and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop it.