Page 42 of Princess of Hell

“Was I bad, Jacks?”

“What do you mean?”

“When Preach talked about spanking, it made me so wet that I felt the need... you know? The need to touch myself and make myself cum.”

“Were you ever spanked?”

“You know I can’t be touched. But if you would wear my gloves, would you spank me, daddy?”

“You are such a brat. You flirt left and right, do whatever you want. I think that you need some discipline.”

I offered him my gloves, the ones that stretched to accommodate the size of the hand wearing them.

“How are we going to do this?”

“Well, you’re going to lay across my knees and I’ll give you ten spanks. If you want me to stop, just say pigeon.”

“Pigeon? Isn’t that a rather awkward word for what we plan to do?”

“No. Saying words like please stop hitting me, or harder, or even calling me daddy will get me even more aroused. That’s why, if you want to stop, you say pigeon. Now come lay on top of Daddy’s lap.”

I placed my leather outfit across Jacks lap so any contact with my skin wouldn’t burn him, then spread out along his ass, my round pale ass in the air. I braced myself for what would happen next. I felt Jacks gloved hand over my left cheek. He was close, hovering on top of my skin, making it crackle with delight and desire. The hit came hard and made me squeal. It was not painful, but it stung, spreading like wildfire from my butt to my clit. It made me moan

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. Spank me more. I’ve been bad!”

And damn, I was bad. I was thinking again how it would be if Jacks made out with both of us, Preach and me.

Each new clap made me shiver more, deeper, wanting him to keep going, to make my blood boil. My mind offered wonderful images of Preach touching himself as he watched Jacks play with my bottom.

After the tenth clap, Jacks stopped. His hand moved slowly across my red behind.

“You’re so incredibly sexy, Silver. Tell me, why did you ask me to do that?”

I bit my lip. Jacks gloved hand lay on me. It felt cool now.

“I wish I had some oil. Next time I’ll be prepared,” he whispered as he blew soft cool air on my ass cheeks.

“I was talking to Preach about him feeling everything I did, and I started to have fantasies of him and you, asking myself if I would feel anything, anything at all, if you touch him.”

“Silver, I need you to get up. I have to see your face for this conversation.”

I stood, careful not to touch him with my bare hands, my head leaned against my palm.

“Tell me,” Jacks asked.

“Preach and his visions. I was intoxicated by everything. I know this is presumptuous of me to assume that you would be interested in Preach at all.”

“It’s been a while since I was with a guy,” Jacks said with a sexy smile, knowing I’d be shocked.

“You like guys?”

Jacks shrugged. “Sometimes. I don’t define myself as bi, but wolves are omnivores when it comes to sex. If the mood is right and you enjoy the other person, things can be fun.”

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