Page 104 of A Foster Fling

“No,” I blurted as soon as he snatched the hair at the nape of my neck. “No, sir.”

“I needed somewhere to punish you where no one could hear you scream.” Raul chuckled darkly.

Oh, hell no.“Punish me? For what?” I jabbed my elbow into one of his ribs. “I didn’t do anything.”

Raul grunted, but didn’t move an inch. Instead, he nuzzled my ear. “For ditching your guards and almost telling your friend Emiko about our special relationship.”

“What?” The way he said it was so blasé. Like this was just another day in the life of the Cortez heirs. “Anyway, Emiko was the one who decided we should ditch,” I argued, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him when he moved away.

I wished I hadn’t looked. He was rolling up his sleeves. Fuck, his tattoos showed and my mouth watered. I loved men with tattoos.

But that shouldn’t include your brother,a little voice scolded.

I was messed up inside. Broken. One part of me, my head, understood that this was wrong. But the other part. The louder part, my heart, told me that it was right to feel the way that I felt, that I should give in to Raul, tell him what I know he wants to hear, that he would take care of me.

Raul reached around me and grabbed a wooden spoon from a utensil rack. I didn’t know what he was planning on doing with that thing, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. What the ever loving fuck was I thinking when I considered this drama unfolding to be thrilling and tittilating and flattering.

“W-what are you going to do with that?” My body trembled. It seemed like one part got the message. We weren’t safe. I eyed the knife again.

“Spanking the disobedience out of you.” Raul whispered in my hair as he inhaled deeply. Strange that I would do the same, and his clean scent wafted through my nostrils as he straightened. God, did my pussy just clench?

I felt the flip of my skirt as the bunched hem fell upon the small of my back. The cool air kissed the back of my thighs and my face flushed hot with humiliation. Would he know? Would he see how wet I was? How his deviant treatment of me turned me on way more than it should have?

He rolled my underwear down to my knees.

“Oh God,” I whispered. Was this happening? Was this really going to happen?

Of course it was.

I shuddered. The men in this life were allowed to do what they wanted. I had protection from my father via my brother, but that left no one to protect me from my brother. No one would protect me against theheredero. Heir to the throne.

“Oh, your panties are soaked,mi princesa.You look so precious hobbled by your little panties too. Your tiny Catholic skirt bunched around your hips. That tight ass on display, ready for its punishment.” He ended on a groan.

It was disgusting to admit my pussy was clenching on empty air, throbbing from his filthy words alone. I grew even wetter from the salacious picture he’d painted in my imagination, and felt more moisture gather between my thighs. Why did I love and hate this? Why was I sexually inflamed by my shame?

I was so trapped in my sinful musings that I wasn’t ready for the first strike.Whap!Lightning struck my backside. I screamed out in pain. Fuck, I hadn’t expected it to hurt so bad. Instinctually, my hands came down behind my back to protect my rear from a second hit, but Raul’s gruff voice snapped out.

“Move those fucking hands, right fucking now.”

His tone warned me against defying him on this, that pissing him off was only going to make things worse for me. Choking back a sob, I placed them beside my head. The knife glinted in the fluorescent overhead lamps while I awaited my fate.

The spoon hit again. And again. And he was right to clear out the restaurant. Because I screamed and cried as wood hit my skin yet again. Unable to help it, my self preservation demanded I escape, and I crawled up the smooth table as if to claw my way to safety.

“Yes,mi princesa, itwouldbe easier for me if you were on top!” Grabbing me by my hair, the motherfucker forced me to the middle of the metallic plane and pressed me down, forcing me on my elbows and knees, like I was in a child’s pose at my yoga class.

“If you move from this position, I will switch this spoon out for my belt and make it so you can’t sit for a week. Do you understand?”

Quietly sobbing, I nodded and buried my face into my forearms, seeking the safety of the dark as if to hide my shame now that my pussy was on full display, practically in his face.

“Words,princesa.”He ran a finger down my spine and I shivered.

“I understand, sir.”

“Good girl.”

The phrase made my womb clench. Fuck. Before I could get my bearings again, Raul brought the spoon down on my backside again in steady rhythm, even going down to pepper the backs of my thighs. I cried out, and I flinched, but I didn’t move from my position.

After some time, he stopped. His cold hand brushed against my inflamed ass and seat where the spoon had connected. Tears collected in a puddle beneath me. I felt him draw my panties all the way off.