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Massimo paused for a moment, and I could feel his gaze on my ass, my legs, taking in the sight before him. My cheeks turned molten, and I was suddenly very grateful for my curtain of long, dark brown hair covering my face so he couldn’t see the shameful arousal written all over it.

Then, without pomp or circumstance, he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and shucked them down until they were at the backs of my knees.

Oh, fuck. I hadn’t expected that.

My ass was bare in front of Massimo for the first time and not in the way I imagined it being bare so many times before.

Sure, I understood spanking was a thing, but I thought it was for errant children and for fictional men in romance novels. I never thought it could really be something that I would ever experience in my life, especially not from a man like Massimo and not as a fully grown woman either.

A quiet cry escaped my lips as another realization slammed into me.

I was soaked. Not just a little, but the kind of aroused that probably meant that I was dripping.

Could he see it? I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide myself as best as I could, but I was so exposed that a part of me knew that I couldn’t escape him seeing, no matter how hard I tried.

Right now, my wet pussy and my bare, vulnerable ass was on display for my dad’s best friend, whether I liked it or not.

He cleared his throat and placed a warm hand on the small of my back, his palm heavy and possessive. Each second felt like an eternity, and my nerves were on edge, waiting for him to make his move.

“You’ve made your point, Massimo. You don’t have to do this… you don’t have to sp-spa…spankme,” I squeaked, my voice trembling far more than I wanted it to.

“The time for talking is over,bambina.I’m going to deal with you as I see fit and then you and I are going to leave together. Am I clear?” he replied.

“Crystal fucking clear,” I muttered.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Was I provoking him for a reason? Did a part of me want him to spank me?

No.Thatwas crazy…

Then why was my pussy clenching just at the thought of his big, warm hand, the same hand that had held mine and walked me across the street when I was a young child, spanking my bare ass until I was one very,verysorry girl?

That’s it. I was insane.

His palm cracked against my ass for the first time, and I swallowed back a cry of shock at the terrible sting that came along with it.

Oh,fuck.

That hurt. A lot.

He didn’t let up though, and the second swat was even harder than the first.

Holy shit.

“This isn’t funny anymore,” I tried, squirming over his knee, but his other hand still held me firmly in place. I couldn’t move an inch.

“It’s not meant to be funny, Sofia. It’s meant to be a punishment for a very naughty girl who needs a very hard spanking,” he countered, and my eyes opened wide as another hard swat landed.

“Please stop,” I begged, but the words were hollow, and they fell on deaf ears. A part of me knew that I didn’t fully mean them. I hated that and I didn’t know how to handle that, but fortunately,or rather unfortunately, the spanking continued and I didn’t have to think about it anymore.

I tried to take it gracefully, but his hand stung, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my cries of pain from flying off my lips left and right.

He didn’t seem to care and just kept on spanking me, and as the seconds wore on, the burning sensation only grew worse, and so did the pulsing ache between my thighs.

I had never been more humiliated, and I had never been more aroused in my life.

This wasn’t how he was supposed to see me naked for the first time. It was supposed to be sexy. He was supposed to see me as a beautiful woman, not an errant child who needed her bare bottom spanked to be set in line. The reality burned into me as I realized that my fantasies were being taken away from me once and for all.

A harsh swat burned into the lower curve of my ass, right where my cheek met my thigh, and I squealed, the sting far more intense than I could ever have imagined. My toes drummed against the bed, and I tried to roll off him, but his hold kept me firmly in place.

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