A confusing mixture of emotions spiraled through me. Helpless arousal and stinging pain surged within my core, and I could do nothing to prevent either one from growing more powerful. A sob tore free from my throat and all at once, the spanking stopped.
He’d taken me just to the edge of tears, stopping just before the first one fell. Just a few more smacks to the backs of my thighs would have made me cry with my stinging bottom bare over his knee.
He hadn’t done that.
For some reason, that made him feel even more powerful to me. It also made me fear him even more, knowing that he recognized where that line was and that he could cross it whenever he wanted.
My pussy clenched down hard.
I swallowed anxiously, sniffling as my sore scalded flesh burned long after the spanking had ended.
“I’msorry, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling with remorse.
“I forgave you long before I took you over my knee, angel,” he murmured. The pressure on the backs of my knees relaxed. His arms surrounded my waist, lifting me off his lap. My panties fell to the floor, and I made a move to grab them, but he blocked my hands.
“You’re not going to need those, Kasia,” he said boldly. A fierce blush painted over my face, and I opened and closed my lips, wanting to protest and thinking better of it immediately. My aching bottom was still sore, but the sting was more muted now.
The wetness that I had noticed before my spanking was much more rampant now, so wet that I could feel a single drop of it sliding down my sensitive inner thigh. My clit was throbbing between my legs, and I barely stopped my own fingers from reaching down to touch myself where I needed it the most.
His arms surrounded me, holding me close and I relaxed. I didn’t quite understand it, but I wanted to seek out his comfort, to get even closer to him. I curled up in his lap, placing my cheek against his chest as he held me.
His heartbeat drummed against me, a steady soothing comfort that took me by surprise.
I closed my eyes and simply listened.
Thump.
Thump.
It was open, honest, and strong.
Most important, though, it wassafe.
The same palm that had punished me so harshly cupped my face so gently, as if he was touching something as fragile as glass. Slowly, he cupped my chin and lifted it. I opened my eyes and caught his tumultuous mahogany gaze with mine.
“Stand up for me, Kasia,” he coaxed.
Without thinking, I climbed off his lap. My entire body felt like it was a pile of embers, ready to be set aflame at any given moment. All I would need was a single spark and I desperately hoped that would be him.
“James…” I started.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me look at you.”
My sleepshirt had fallen into place as I stood in front of him, blushing and aroused and yearning for his touch.
“Such a contrite and needy girl,” he murmured.
I blushed harder. He stood up and gently turned me toward the bed.
“Sit down on that sore little bottom,” he directed.
Without thinking, I obeyed. Would he touch me now? Would he fuck me? Did I want him to?
I hissed as my sore backside brushed against the bed and I looked up at him, feeling smaller than I ever thought possible. He leaned down over me, and I gulped nervously, but he only lightly touched my waist over the fabric of my shirt. Gradually, he lifted it until he’d bared my pussy, and I felt my whole face turn scarlet.
His gaze held mine even though I was completely exposed.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.