His hand was hard. I don’t know how, but every single strike against my backside felt like fire. The sting escalated, building on itself higher and higher until it was enough to make me bite my lip because I didn’t want him to know how much it hurt.
He only spanked me harder.
I couldn’t stay quiet for much longer after that.
He thrashed from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to my thighs, taking the time to even punish the sensitive backs of my legs. I chewed my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, trying my best to take this as best as I could.
I wanted to at least keep my dignity.
He didn’t allow that. Instead, his palm seemingly became made of wood. It hurt even more, especially when he focused on the place where my ass met my thighs.
The severity increased again, and a particularly stinging smack caught the top of my thigh.
I cried out.
In those following moments, I lost both my dignity and my pride. The only thing left was his punishing hand and my bare vulnerable bottom.
I wanted it to end, but nothing I did or said would stop his hard palm from smacking my ass and teaching me a lesson.
It would end when he decided that I’d been adequately punished.
That realization sent me reeling and I made one last ditch effort to try to break his hold even though I knew it was useless. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I was at a severe disadvantage in this position, pinned over his knee with my panties tangled at my knees.
With my bottom burning, I stilled, caught in the knowledge that this was completely out of my control.
I was at his mercy.
My entire backside was on fire. With every smack, the cruel sting grew hotter and fiercer. The cries that kept escaping from me were becoming increasingly frantic. My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut.
I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing me cry.
For some reason, I didn’t think that would be up to me either.
His arm wrapped around my hip, lifting me up and presenting my backside in an even more vulnerable position. He took advantage of that right away, punishing me even more harshly.
“Oh! Please! It hurts!” I cried out.
“I’m going to protect you, little girl. If you fight me, you’re going to end up in this position every single time. I don’t care where we are, or who you’re with, or what you’re doing. I will punish you each and every time,” he scolded.
He attacked the backs of my thighs and I whimpered. He caught my inner thighs several times with his fingers.
It hurt so much.
I blinked back tears, my cries escalating in desperation.
“I’m sorry! Please!” I begged.
My voice revealed just how close to crying I really was.
“Are you going to let me protect you, little girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I wailed.
“Good. This next part will make sure you never forget this,” he warned.
The punishment grew even harsher, his palm crueler. My body started shaking, the sting overwhelming and in those moments, I gave over completely.
My head spun.