Page 60 of Britain

Sometimes she’ll sleep on the couch until I’m done and then I carry her to bed. Over the past three months, I’ve learned my girl loves to be a brat, forcing me to spank her. If I was a better Dom, I wouldn’t give in to her topping from the bottom.

She’s also getting more adventurous. I’m learning my girl is a little bit of an exhibitionist. Now I’m not saying she gets super crazy, but she loves fucking on the little love seat I have on our balcony. It’s cold out now, but she doesn’t care. She just drags our down comforter outside, straddles me, and rides us both to orgasm.

We’ve stopped using condoms since she’s gone on birth control. My girl is insatiable for my cock and sometimes I swear I have to tell her no.

At Heathens, she’s a lot more comfortable and we try to go at least twice a month. I’ve seen Dorie a couple of times and I hate the way she watches Britain. She’s so green with envy she could rival the Hulk. When we’re there Britain still wears clothes, even as minuscule as they are.

I feel Britain’s hand on my thigh, pulling my attention back to now. I lace my fingers with hers and pull her hand up to my mouth, kissing it slowly before resting it back on my thigh.

“I’m kind of nervous,” Britain says quietly.

I glance at her and then back to the road. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll just make you come with my fingers.”

“No, it’s a good nervous. You really liked that paddle scene we watched, and I did too.”

Last time we were at the club, Stefan had a sub strapped to a spanking bench and used a paddle on her until her ass was red and she was begging for him to fuck her. I swear while we watched that Britain had an orgasm. Of course she denied it, but when I stuck my fingers down her panties I found her drenched.

I’ve used paddles in the past, but only on girls who were used to it. I’m excited to use it on Brit—to watch her ass turn red. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it.

When we finally reach the driveway to Heathens, the inside of the Porsche is filled with so much sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. My dick is ready to punch through my zipper. I let go of her hand and place it on her thigh. I’d give anything to have access to her pussy right now, but since it’s cooler out, she’s wearing jeans.

I have to settle on cupping her through her jeans, running my fingers down the seam, but all too soon we have to stop because I pull up in front of the mansion. I hop out, grab my bag, and come around to Brit’s side to help her out.

Inside, I leave Brit to go get ready, and I head into the dungeon. The bass from the music playing gets my blood pumping, and every time I wait for my girl to come out of those doors I’m always filled with so much anticipation that I can barely stand it.

The doors to the ladies locker room open and I’m struck speechless. Her hair is up in a high ponytail and she’s wearing the four-leaf clover collar and the tiniest bikini she’s ever worn. Brit may as well be naked. It’s basically scraps of material covering her nipples and pussy. She stops right in front of me. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

Her cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink. “Thank you, Sir.”

I grab her hand and lead her over to the area where the spanking bench is. While I prepare the area, I watch my beautiful girl get down on her knees and wait patiently for me. She’ll be bent over the bench, but with her feet spread and on the floor.

Out of my black duffel bag I grab the paddle I bought just for this occasion. I smack it against my palm and don’t miss the way she flinches. A sick and twisted part of me can’t help but smile.

I crack my neck and stretch my arms above my head, getting loose and ready. I set the paddle down on the bench and move toward my girl, holding my hand out to her. Britain doesn’t hesitate to slip hers into mine. I pull her to standing and lead her over to the bench. “What’s your safe word?”

“Orange.” I raise my brow. “Orange, Sir.”

I strap her wrists down and then move down to her legs, wrapping the ankle straps around each one. Once she’s prepared, I step back and take in the beauty that is Britain’s submission.

I walk around the bench and squat down in front of her. “You’re so gorgeous like this. Do you know what a gift it is? I’m going to start with some soft swats until I think you’re ready, okay?”

“Okay, Sir.”

I lean in until our lips are almost touching. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Sir.” I kiss her hard before pulling away and standing up. As usual there’s a small audience forming around our scene. It’s not hard to miss the way the other Doms look at my girl. Britain has the ability to suck you in, whether you want that or not, and still she has no clue the effect she has on others.

“I want you to count out each swat for me. Understand?” My voice is firm.

She nods while answering, “Yes, Sir.” I pull her bottoms down in the back just under her ass cheeks, giving me plenty of room to work.

The first couple of swats she jumps, but counts them out. Each strike I increase the power behind it. Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink. By the time we reach twelve, she’s moaning each number when she counts out.

I stop for a minute and step up right behind her. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yeeessss.” Britain moans and I reach between her legs. The crotch of her bikini bottoms is soaked. I dip my fingers under the material and rub her clit. She moans again, but doesn’t move. I can tell she wants to—the way she’s holding her body completely rigid.

“You like when I spank you, don’t you?” I ask as I move my fingers down to her entrance and thrust two inside.

---