Jul 19, 2017
[spank] - from Blaise ;D
Baby was not prepared for the blow against her bare rear—she feels exposed, she feels humiliated bent over his lap. Like a small child taking her punishment: she wants to cry in protest, wants to ask him to stop.
(It is a matter of pride, she thinks.)
But she can feel the way her own skin feels on fire, the way she years to be embarrassed by him, in this place.
When the blow comes, she squeaks—a sort of harrowing sound that escapes from between teeth that had been clenched together, in the same way she had clenched her muscles. The tension had created more pain: and she was sure flesh would turn red, would bruise by the time he was done.
She almost forgets:
“One, Sir.”
