“Please! Stop!” I cried out. He didn’t listen.
If anything, he just spanked me harder. My entire bottom felt like it was on fire and it didn’t stop there. He punished the backs of my thighs, make sure that every single inch of me was left sore and burning with pain.
I cried out and pleaded for mercy, but the spanking didn’t stop. My breath hitched in my throat and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut because if it went on for much longer, I was going to cry, and I didn’t want him to see my tears. I really didn’t want him to see how much he was getting to me, but the more the spanking went on, the more I realized that I might not have a choice about it.
He paused for a moment though and with relief, I pulled in a shaky breath and tried to put myself together. I hoped he was done and that he would let me up now. As if he owned me, he used his fingers to push my thighs apart and I could almost feel him staring right at my nakedness.
“Your pretty little pussy is very, very wet, baby girl,” he observed, and I moaned with shame. His fingers dipped in between my legs and I inhaled sharply.
“Do you think your punishment is over?” he asked, taking those incredible fingers and gliding them up and down my very wet folds. I shivered with my arousal and forgot that I wanted to get up off his lap. I arched my hips a little, trying to give him easier access to my pussy so that he could press up inside me with those thick fingers or use them to circle my needy clit. My thighs trembled with my arousal and when he suddenly took his touch away from my wet skin, I cried out with disappointment.
“No. Please,” I begged.
“You refused to obey your king and that warrants a strict punishment. It isn’t over. You need to learn a lesson, baby girl, and it’s going to be one that will make you blush. This spanking is only going to stop if you say one very particular phrase loud enough for everyone that has gathered outside to listen to the king put a pretty girl like you properly in her place,” he murmured, before cracking his palm down hard once and then twice across my bare bottom.
“People are listening?” I squeaked.
“They are. You see, the window is cracked open just the slightest bit, so my kingdom knows that a very bad little girl is getting a spanking over her king’s knee,” he explained darkly and I could feel my flush intensify as the shame of his words really hit me.
“They’re going to hear you getting spanked, baby girl, until you scream loud enough for them to hear the words that I tell you to say. Do you know what they are?” he pressed.
“No,” I whispered, terrified of what he might demand of me. Even now, my bottom throbbed, aching hotly from the cruel bite of his palm and from what I was gathering, it wasn’t nearly over.
“You’re going to scream ‘fuck me, Your Majesty’ loud enough for the entire crowd to hear, baby girl. That’s the only way your spanking is going to stop,” he continued, and I trembled hot with desire.
He couldn’t be serious. Right? He couldn’t mean that.
“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
“You will. You just haven’t been punished quite enough yet,” he replied.
Very quickly, he resumed my spanking. He slapped hard at my backside, swiftly reigniting the terrible burn with his palm, and before long my breath hitched in my throat again and I desperately tried to swallow back my cries, but it was useless. It hurt so very much, and I bit my lip, trying to force back the tears that I was scared were inevitable.
“I won’t say it,” I cried.
“Open your legs,” he instructed.
I don’t know why I obeyed. My bottom was so sore that maybe I was just trying to please him with the fact that I listened, hoping that by doing so he would grant me mercy and end this incredibly thorough punishment.
His fingers pressed between my thighs and laid flat against my wet folds. I moaned, the sound low and heavy with need.
“I’m glad you refused, baby girl, because this pretty little bottom isn’t the only place that’s going to be spanked today,” he said, and I stilled as the meaning of his words slowly washed over me.
Three fingers patted my pussy, threateningly soft and terrifying all the same.
“So very wet. Do you know how much wetter you’ve gotten since your spanking began, sweet girl? Does it turn you on when your king puts you in your place?” he asked, and I bit my lip. I wasn’t going to give him the dignity of a response. Not now. Not ever.
“Fuck you,” I finally scoffed, gathering the courage to stand up to him.
I shouldn’t have.
He spanked my pussy, hard. The sound echoed off the stone around me, shamefully wet, and I dug my fingers into the quilt beneath me as the terrible hot sting washed over me. It was so much sharper and more intense than his palm across my ass and I regretted insulting him as quickly as the words had left my mouth.
A sharp strangled noise rang out around me and for a long moment, I didn’t realize that it had come from me.
He spanked my pussy again and again, the wet sound shamefully loud. I screamed and cried as he punished me there and the tears that I had been trying so very hard to hold back finally began to fall. I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep myself under control, but it soon proved to be more than I could handle.
Pain laced across my tender flesh, but even though it hurt so much, I knew that it was making me even wetter and that he’d be able to feel every last bit of it all over his fingers. My moist flesh stung as his punishing hand landed over and over again, until the very first tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another. And another.