“I did,” I flushed.
He was silent for a moment.
“Are you upset with me?” I asked. My voice sounded small and anxious.
“No, angel. I’m not angry. Not even a little bit,” he answered. His palm moved in slow circles over my bare backside. “It does mean that you need more than just a spanking, though.”
“More than?”
“You’re going to be spanked over my knee first, angel. Then, I’m going to bend you over and give you the belting that you’ve needed for a very long time, but it’s not going to end there,” he began.
My muscles flexed and he squeezed my left cheek hard. My clit throbbed greedily.
“After that, you’re going to get a fucking,” he continued.
“Sir,” I blanched.
“Good girls get their wet little pussies fucked, but you weren’t a good girl, were you?”
“No,” I wailed as I hid my face in my hands.
“Where do very bad girls get fucked?”
He spread my bottom open roughly again. I clamped my lips shut, refusing to answer.
“Tell me, angel. This is already going to be quite hard for you. Don’t make it worse,” he warned.
“In my bottom, sir,” I whispered, horrified and aroused at the same time at the words that were coming out of my mouth.
“I’m going to enjoy taking your ass for the first time. I’m especially going to enjoy making you scream for me, right here on the balcony,” he threatened. I whimpered, my muscles flexing in nervous arousal.
“You’re not going to take me back to the bedroom, sir?”
“No. Not this time, angel. I want to make sure you never think of running from me ever again,” he vowed. He slid the tip of his finger over my asshole, and I flinched.
My head was reeling. This was definitely going to be far more than I could have ever anticipated.
He released my bottom cheeks, and I squirmed in his lap. His cock was so hard that it was digging into my hip.
It didn’t really hit me until that moment how big he was and how much it was going to hurt when he fucked my virgin ass. His fingers had been painful, the plug even more so, and his cock was so much thicker than both of those combined.
I hummed anxiously.
“Spread your legs and show me how soaked you are right now,” he demanded.
I did as he asked, balancing myself over his lap and whining softly as I felt a drop of arousal drip down my left inner thigh.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet, angel. You’re so drenched that you’ve already left a wet spot on my slacks,” he observed, and I pressed my hands to my face with mortified arousal.
He slid a finger up and down the cleft of my ass, making me reflexively tense in order to protect my sensitive little asshole. His didn’t press in between them and settled his palm on my backside once more.
I squirmed a little against his cock, hoping maybe to entice him to fuck my pussy instead of my bottom and he chuckled knowingly.
“If you’re a good girl, I might even let you come with my cock deep in your tight little ass.”
I reached back in hopes of blocking him from touching me there again, but he swiftly grasped my wrist and pinned it behind my back.
It was at that moment that my punishment began. I had known it would hurt. I had told myself it would, again and again as I laid my plans to goad him into this, but all my preparations had been in vain.