She used the respite to catch her breath. She had taken her spanking thus far fairly well. Maybe he would offer her forgiveness.
She felt his fingers trace the heat emanating from her bottom, up to the waist of her panties. When she felt his fingers curl around them, panic raced through her. She reached back, trying to catch them. “Please don’t,” she cried out.
He quickly pulled her panties down, his other arm grabbing her reaching arm. Ayala struggled, terribly afraid, embarrassed and ashamed.
He couldn’t mean to punish her further. “Please, that’s enough, sir. I have been punished enough already!”
He renewed spanking her with a new vigor. The sting was stronger on her bare bottom.
“You, young lady, do not decide when your spanking is over. I do. You are a very naughty girl who needs to be punished for misbehaving. Tonight, I will teach you exactly who is in charge.”
He spanked her even harder. Ayala felt helpless as tears began to form in her eyes. She shut her eyes, telling herself that she wouldn’t cry. Her bottom was on fire, already thoroughly punished.
Lord Eiotan paused once again. She felt him move and reach for something. She quietly caught her breath, hoping her punishment was over. He repositioned her over his one knee and locked his other leg over the back of her knees. A feeling of dread passed over her.
Something cool rested on her right cheek. She couldn’t place it, but it felt good.
“Now your punishment will really begin, Ayala. Do you remember the pretty hairbrush I bought for you?”
Ayala’s eyes opened wide with shock. Her body struggled to break free, but Lord Eiotan held her in place. He was so strong.
When the first hairbrush swat fell, Ayala wasn’t ready for the powerful sting. It was much worse than his hand, and much heavier. Another spank fell on her opposite cheek. It felt like too much, a thousand needles pricking her skin.
The hairbrush began to fall much faster, too fast for Ayala to count. The pain began to overwhelm her. Tears prickled at her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. Lord Eiotan then began to focus on her sit spots and upper thighs.
They were so tender; it hurt so much. She was so sorry she had disappointed him. Ayala felt her breath catch as the spanking continued and knew she deserved it. She deserved to be bare bottomed, being disciplined over his knee.
The tears blossomed forth and Ayala began to cry. She felt guilty, so very guilty. Knowing she had put herself in real danger, she knew she needed this punishment from Lord Eiotan.
Tears raced down her face as she cried harder.
“I’m so sorry, sir. Please, I’m so sorry,” she managed to whimper. She felt his hand begin to spank her again; he had put down the brush.
His hand drove the lesson home, painfully renewing the powerful burning sting the brush had left behind. Sharp spanks focused on her sit spots.
He angled her body to him, pushed her bottom higher for his discipline, and held her close as he delivered several sound spanks to her lower cheeks. She cried harder, going limp over his lap. She had no more fight in her.
The spanks stopped, but Ayala was crying too hard to move or even realize the spanking was over. Lord Eiotan’s hands rubbed her bottom softly, his other hand releasing her arm and rubbing her lower back comfortingly.
When her cries softened, he lifted her to his lap, hugging her to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him, whispering, “I’m so sorry,” over and over.
When her tears had stopped, she lifted her head a little. His fingers lifted her chin so she was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were warm.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, wiping away her tears.
Ayala gazed at his full lips. Without thinking, she brought hers to his, and kissed him. He hungrily kissed her back. He gripped her waist, pulling her even closer to him.
The sting in her bottom seemed far away as she felt his fingers unlacing the front of her dress. She quickly finished it for him, standing to allow her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes gazed over her lovingly. He reached for her and she came to him, bringing her lips back to his.
Warmth spread through her as she brought her arms around his neck. His arms circled around her waist, his body clinging to hers. She kissed him in earnest, her fully naked, him fully clothed. His hands moved to cup her punished bottom, squeezing her to him. She whimpered as his fingers brought to life the ache of her recent punishment.
Visions of her recent spanking played through her head, of her panties being pulled down revealing her tender backside, of him holding her down and his hand spanking her, of him cuddling her after he had punished her. Her core began to throb with terrible need, her nipples peaking in response.
Lord Eiotan picked her up and put her down on the bed, facing him. His kisses trailed down her neck, causing her to writhe in pleasure. His hands brushed across her belly toward her hips. His fingers reached down into her cleft, finding her wet with need.
His lips grazed across her collarbone, kissing along it, until he took her aching nipple into his mouth. Ayala gasped in response. She moaned and laced her arms around him, feeling her body respond with vigor she’d never known before.
“My naughty girl took her punishment like a good girl. I’m very proud of her,” he whispered in her ear. Ayala nearly purred in response. A tremendous sense of pride swelled in her bosom. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to be happy with her.