Page 8 of Andrei's Solnyshko
“Even more reason to strip yourself of it. Either you can do it, or I will.”
My hands shake but I manage to unhook the back of the halter, and it easily falls to my feet revealing the rest of my breasts and tiny red thong. But that isn’t what he’s staring at. I quickly touch my neck remembering the bruises from Carlos’s hands.
His eyes fill with rage, but his voice is softer than before. “Remove your thong and lay across my lap.”
“Why?”
“You disobeyed me,solnyshko. I must spank you to remind you to never disobey me again. Disobeying me could get you killed.”
My eyes widen.
He exasperates, “Not by me, my angel. If you disobey me, you aren’t safe, and if you aren’t safe, you’re in danger. I’m losing my patience. Do I need to fuck your tight pussy too?”
My sex clinches and my cheeks flush.
“Come. Here. Now.”
I do as I’m told and lay my stomach across his lap, staring down at his bare feet. I don’t know why, but his bare feet humanize the monster somehow.
His large rough hand caresses my bottom and I tell myself it doesn’t feel good. Nothing about him is good.
“Your ribs?”
“Tender.”
“I’ll go easy on you, tonight. Ten spankings, but if you try to get away, I’ll be forced to add more. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
His hand lands hard on my ass and I cry out.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I can hear his approving smile, “Good girl.”
Why do those two words from his evil mouth make me so wet?
He doesn’t warn me when his large hand smacks hard against my ass, sending a wave a pain throughout my body. I cry out as he alternates sides, each spanking harder than the last. Without thinking I buck up to try to escape his grasp, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place.
His fingers tighten against my skin, his voice is gruff, and I can feel his hard cock against my body.
“You are a very bad girl, Summer.”
I know he can smell my arousal and his jeans must be soaked.
“Now you have fifteen spankings. Can you behave?”
My voice is breathless, and I’m not sure if it’s from the pain or pleasure. They’re interchangeable at this point. “Yes, Sir.”
His hand rubs my ass and he exhales a deep breath. I hear the sound of his palm striking my ass before I feel the pain shoot through my body, but I stay still, I don’t think I can handle this, let alone more. His hand continues to slam against my bare skin, and I lose count muffling a moan as the sensation vibrates through my body all the way down to my sex. He rubs it in and everything changes. I’m horrified because I’m about to climax from a spanking. What kind of person is supposed to enjoy this?
He drags his finger across the nape of my neck, down my spine, along the crease of my ass to my sex and when he reaches my wetness his breath hitches. His voice is dark with desire, “My angel is so fucking wet.” He slides his finger in and I whimper. “So fucking perfect. You’re soaked aren’t you?”
I hesitate and his hand lands heavy on my ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”