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“Let’s do some old fashioned spanking then.”

Chapter 22

Martina

“Let’s do some old fashioned spanking then.”

Vincent unties me from the showerhead and throws me over his shoulder. Stepping out of the shower, he programs the Jacuzzi bathtub to fill with water, then sits down at the edge of the tub. He positions me over his lap.

Without the steam from the shower wrapping me, I feel cool as water continues to drip from my body onto the bathroom floor.

“Last chance to change your mind,” he says. “You can either tell me your real name, or you can submit to the spanking.”

With the pair of panties still stuffed in my mouth, all I can do is shake my head.

He holds me down by my neck, his firm grip making it feel that I might break my neck if I move too much.

Whack!

I yelp as his hand connects with my ass. My cheeks burn as much as my bottom. At least it’s not nearly as painful as the cane he used on me the first day. But there is something particularly humiliating to being splayed across his lap like a child when I’m a grown woman.

Whack!

It’s a sharp sting compared to the beating from the wet shirt.

“Such a spankable ass to go with your fuckable pussy,” he says.

I don’t need the commentary. Let’s just get this over with, you son of a bitch.

At the same time, my body is still buzzing with arousal, more so when I feel his cock poking at my side. He didn’t say I wouldn’t get fucked after the spanking, so that’s something potentially to look forward to.

Whack!

Another painful slap stings my already sore bottom. I bite into the panties.

He rubs an ass cheek. “Your skin heals fast. The marks and bruising from before have already faded. We should put some color back in.”

He delivers an extra hard smack. Tears prick my eyes as I try to suppress my cries.

When he raises his hand again, my body instinctively tries to wriggle away, but Vincent’s grip is too strong, too unyielding.

My legs flail and I grunt loudly into the panties with the next smack. I try to roll of him, but his hand tightens against my neck.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

I gasp and feel like I’m about to suck part of the panties down my throat.

“Enjoying your spanking?” he asks. His hand reaches between my legs to find increased moisture there. “Thought so.”

He caresses me for a few beautiful minutes. My body seems to be an unending fountain for him as he entices more of my juices to flow.

He goes back to spanking. I’m sure my ass is an angry red by now, but my mind isn’t just fixated on the pain. I’ll endure more spanking if he’ll just touch me again.

“Has my pet learned her lesson?” he asks.

I nod.

“Let’s be sure.”

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