Page 92 of Born to Make You Smile

“Turnip.”

“I trust you’ll use it if it gets too much, yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to spank you ten times. You’ll count aloud after each one.”

He sat down on the bed, spreading his legs wide. “Over my knee, now.”

I lowered myself on his lap and braced myself for my spankings, feeling him hard against my thigh.

He lifted my skirt, then delivered a sharp swat to my right cheek. Deliciously painful.

“Oh!” I cried out.

“Don’t forget to count.”

“Yes, Sir. One.”

He alternated hits from one side to the other while I continued to count. I squealed as pleasure and pain swirled in me with each delectable blow.

After the fifth smack on my right cheek, I let out a loud and wanton moan.

I wiggled against him, my juices likely coating his jeans. I could have almost come from the sensation and the delicious friction against his leg.

“I think you are enjoying the spankings too much. I don’t think they are quite as punishing as I’d hoped.”

“Maybe,” I said with a coy smile.

“Do you receive pleasure from them?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to go harder, then.”

The sixth spanking caught me by surprise. The sharpness of the pain made my airway tighten, and tears formed in my eyes. I dreaded the next four to follow.

“What number was that? If you don’t count, I’ll add more.”

“Six, Sir.” I breathed. I did not want more than ten.

The next four hits had me clenching my jaw and fists. The lingering sting was so painful that I could hardly move. Whatever arousal I’d felt was long gone. However, something about the experience caused my body to feel weightless and free. A satisfaction that I was pleasing him by paying for my sins.

“Look at that color,” he said, smoothing a hand over my ass cheeks. “A beautiful peach. You took that punishment well.”

I beamed with a smile.

“Up, up,” urged Gavin, nudging me. “Lift that skirt and show me that pretty cunt of yours again.”

Slowly, I lifted my maid skirt.

“Bloody masterpiece,” he said with a moan. “Now, remove your clothing.”

I did as instructed and slipped off my maid costume, then stood before him. I couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge straining in his jeans. “Would you like me to take care of you now, Sir?”

“No. Get on the bed. I’m going to get my fill of you. And I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”

Oh God.Why did that sound so wonderfully terrifying?

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