7
Regina
Was he about to hit me with that paddle? Why was he positioning me like this?
Dazed by his actions, I was too bemused to protest his advances.
Ansel backed into the couch before laying me across his lap on my belly. When my mind formed a concise thought, I attempted to resist, but it was useless.
My chest and stomach were pressed into his muscular thighs as my legs and feet flapped against the couch. I lost one of my black flip-flops in my struggle as I gazed back at him over my right shoulder. What was he about to do? He’d taken me over his knees like I was a child he needed to discipline.
“Ansel, what are you doing? You can’t do this to me. I’m a grown woman, not some…”
Confusion clouded my brain like murky waters and kept me from spitting out my words.
When Ansel’s hand wrapped around that big black paddle and lifted it, my ragged breaths burned my chest with my efforts to break free, but it was too late. Then…
Thwack!
First, I inhaled a deep breath of shock before my mouth flew wide open and my eyes slammed shut. The thick black wood had collided with my ass, making a sharp pain shoot into me. The sound the paddle produced seemed to bounce around like an echo traveling through the room.
My voice had decided to hide inside my body, preventing me from yelling out for help. My delayed scream never surfaced as my shock at the situation led to my failing to fight my way off Ansel’s lap. With one firm arm across my body, he controlled me like I was merely a piece of paper that flapped in the wind.
“Doc, this is Dr. Pepper. I got him made for you. I’d hoped that I wouldn’t have to introduce the two of you until later, but you’ve made me burn through all my patience. Now, I have to teach you discipline.”
What in the hell was Ansel talking about?
Thwack!
The second hard lick knocked tears from my eyes, and I found my voice. My scream got lodged in my throat and sounded more like a moan than a cry for help.
“Please don’t do this,” I begged despite the nervous tremble in my body. My brain was on overload, processing what was happening and how a simple conversation had landed me in this awful position.
“Why are you doing this to me? Don’t!” I yelled, but the third heavy lick came down harder on a different spot on my ass.
The loud impact sounded off inside the open space of the living room and over the music. My struggle was useless against Ansel’s strong hold. The peppery aches on my ass cheeks had me begging.
“Ansel. Please!”
“It’s about time you begged me for more,” he stated.
I didn’t have to see his face to know that there was a devious smirk there. Wait, I wasn’t begging for more. I was begging to be released from this wicked madness he’d drawn me into. Did he think I was enjoying this?
“Let me go, Ansel! This is insanity.”
“Don’t worry, Doc. Soon, you’re not going to want me to stop.”
What? Was he crazy?My ass was on fire. He’d called that thing Dr. Pepper because it lived up to its name, peppering my ass with prickly aches that settled in and sparked back out. I continued to struggle to get up, but Ansel was too strong and down came another hard lick.
Thwack!
This time I didn’t struggle as much and took it since my attempts to get away from this crazy man were useless. I’d escaped my family and ended up in the hands of a man that had plans to torture me to death.
Thwack!Thwack!
The loud licks echoed throughout the living room. I didn’t even move this time, my body absorbing the pain and what the hell?
“I’ve wanted to get my hand on this ass since the first day,” I vaguely heard him over the sudden clouds of lust that were taking over my mind.