Page 37 of Every Shade of Shadow

“Yes.”

“And you need to be spanked like the poor, whimpering child you are.”

“Yes,” I say, a tear springing from my face and falling to the floor.

Darkwood takes in a sharp intake of breath before whoosh, his heavy palm lashes down on a cheek. I gasp, struggle to pull in my next breath as the other buttock is assaulted in the same manner, the pale rounds burning. I reach behind myself without thinking to try and protect my rear, but Darkwood swats my hands away.

“No, no, my pet, that won’t do.” He captures my wrists and binds them tightly together behind my back, holding them with one hand and pressing them hard against my spine. “These cute little cheeks of yours look so much better with some color in them, don’t you think?”

With that he brings down a harsh series of blows against my backside. I howl and whimper, spluttering “please, please,” but he’s not interested in my cries, hammering each buttock in alternate until all I can do is writhe helplessly against his hand.

I’m a mess—blubbering, my face wet.

But as the blows continue, something unexpected happens. The shadows tighten and pull inside me. They grow.

The Professor whispers an incantation, running it out quietly between his lips while I writhe.

I kick out, but this only enflames him. He thrashes me brutally, so hard and violent I am sure strips of skin are being peeled away with every blow, my ass a messy round of reddened flesh.

I cry out, this blow lower, my thighs jerking open and allowing him a glimpse of the bare lips of my pussy. I shift my hips from side to side, press myself deep into the ungiving stump below, but it’s all for naught as he continues.

I change tactics, squeezing and pulling in my buttocks to close the target, but he wrenches my hands higher up the back. I scream out with the agony that erupts in my shoulders, my ass relaxing again and the spanking continuing hot and hard. Supine, caught, all I can do is take it.

I can hear Sabrina in my head.

Told you so, she’s saying.

Each blow lands louder than the last. I worry those outside this room, wherever we might be, will hear it, see my reddened cheeks and uneven gait as I emerge, see the way I wince when I take my chair in class tomorrow.

I cry openly, fat tears falling from my face and turning into wet splotches on the stone below.

If the shame was strong two minutes ago, it is overwhelming now.

Darkwood’s hand lifts into the air and prepares for the next blow, but he leaves it hanging there. “Say you are sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” I blubber, somewhat hopeful this has come to an end.

His hand descends slowly and falls onto my angry flesh, but this time it’s a single, brief caress—a reprieve. “Shall we say, twenty more?”

Twenty fucking more?!

I don’t think I can stand a single blow. My ass is itching already, involuntarily jerking at the thought of being pounded again.

“I’ll be good,” I beg.

It’s pathetic. I’ve become all but a scalded schoolgirl.

“Oh, I know you will, my pet. Of that I have no doubt.”

He shifts a knee, my ass raised higher, rounding out.

“That’s better.”

I open my mouth, but not a single word escapes. Instead, my breath is stolen by a deluge of blows. He spares no square of flesh, spanking at my thighs, the center of my cheeks, ignoring my pleas and concentrating his efforts on the hot divide of my posterior.

Little by little, my flesh turns a vivid red, every impact of his hand reverberating through my skull. I try to stifle a scream as the spanking continues, picking up momentum, a triplet of pain following into the delicate folds bunched up between my legs.

“Please, please,” I whisper, “I’ll do anything.”

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