“Yes, sir,” I whined. I reached beneath me in order to unbutton my jeans, inadvertently brushing my hand against his cock.
“Can’t I convince you not to spank me? Maybe with my mouth? Please?” I asked suggestively, this time purposefully tracing my palm along the hard steel encased in his slacks.
“Not this time, angel. I think you need this spanking far more than I need that talented little mouth on my cock,” he answered, and my pussy tightened with need.
Reluctantly, I lowered my zipper and pushed my jeans down past my hips. My blue cotton panties were simple with only a line of lace around the hem.
“Panties too?” I asked, hoping he’d let me keep them up.
“You know better than that, Kasia. When I spank you, your gorgeous little ass is always going to be bare,” he replied.
I slid my thumbs beneath my panties and pushed them down. Every slow inch exposed me a little bit more and when they reached the lower curves of my cheeks, I paused. Impatiently, he shimmied them down to the backs of my knees before he pinned a leg over mine.
He was going to hold me in place for this. That meant it was going to hurt even more than I thought it would.
“Angel, I took you here so that I could spoil you simply because you belong to me and because I wanted to. But you defied me, didn’t you?” he scolded lightly.
I squirmed over his lap, feeling the wetness drip down onto my thighs. I was a little worried about my arousal getting on his pants, but I was far more concerned with how much punishment my backside was about to take. His palm smoothed over my left cheek, and I jumped.
“I’m going to enjoy spanking you, angel, but I’m going to enjoy what comes after that very much,” he growled.
“What comes after?” I squeaked. I couldn’t help but look back as he opened his suit and reached into one of the inside pockets. He pulled out a small purple velvet bag. I swallowed hard as he opened it and pulled out a shiny metal butt plug. It wasn’t very small and the jewel at the end was a pretty pink color.
I didn’t want it to be pretty when it had such a wicked purpose.
He placed it down in front of my face.
“I want you to think about how this is going to be inside your ass very soon. I also want you to think about how you’re still going to be wearing it when we go back inside the store so you can try on the lingerie just as you were told to do in the first place,” he said darkly, and I blushed hard.
Stella was going to see a whole lot more than she had bargained for today.
“Please, give me another chance,” I pleaded, and he dipped his fingers between my thighs.
“You can protest all you like, angel, but this soaking wet pussy tells me that you need this,” he observed. My leg muscles flexed, but I didn’t really move. His leg was more than enough to bind me in place for what was coming.
He squeezed my right cheek firmly enough that it ached.
“What happens to bad girls, angel?”
“I… uh… They get spa… spanked,” I stammered.
“How hard do they get spanked?” he continued. He had slipped his hand back down and was circling my clit now, teasing me with pleasure.
“Hard, sir,” I whispered.
I was afraid now.
“They get spanked hard enough for their pretty little tears to trail down their cheeks before they’re plugged and forced to come with their bare bottoms still bright, bright red,” he vowed, and I moaned out loud with frustration as he pulled his fingers away.
I’d been wondering about a spanking like this since the very first time he’d pulled me over his knee. I knew it was going to hurt, and I shifted nervously.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely, and his hand cracked down on my bottom for the first time.
The shock of it took me by surprise. The sound echoed noisily inside the plush limo, and my mouth went dry as I started to worry that the people walking by would hear it. I knew that they couldn’t see inside, but the noise from a spanking wasn’t exactly mysterious or subtle. They’d know that someone inside the limo was getting punished.
“Wait!” I protested.
He didn’t, not even for a moment. His hand cracked down again just as hard on the other side.