Page 43 of His Mate

He spanked me harder and my legs kicked out, but that did nothing to stop him. In fact, the moment my foot grazed his shin, he slapped the backs of my calves as punishment. The incredible sting caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Stop fighting me, bad girl. This is a punishment. It’s supposed to hurt,” he scolded, his hand coming down over and over, his palm like a branding iron on my bottom.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, but it was no use. He spanked all over, from the tops of my cheeks to the backs of my thighs. The sting was overwhelming and then something occurred to me.

This was just the beginning. He was still going to switch me after this.

A shiver ran through me at the thought, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, a sound of fear and pain and desire all tangled up together.

His hand stopped, and for a moment, the only sound was my ragged breathing.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Did you enjoy me spanking your bare ass, bad girl?”

“No!” I cried out, trying to wriggle away from him, but he held me firmly in place, his fingers dipping in between my thighs, and I was mortified when they slid across the rampant wetness he found there.

“Oh, I think you did,” he murmured, and I could hear the amusement in his voice, the dark satisfaction that made my cheeks burn with shame. “I think you liked being spanked.”

I bit my lip, refusing to answer, and he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers racing through me.

“You’re such a bad girl, Kendra,” he whispered, and then, without warning, his hand came down hard on my ass, the painsharp and stinging. “I think I’m going to have to spank you even harder just to make sure that you learn your lesson.”

Before I could respond, his palm crashed down again, sending waves of heat and pain rolling over my entire body. He spanked me harder than before, the slaps echoing through the trees.

I yelped, but he didn’t stop. In fact, it seemed to spur him on even more. He spanked me faster and harder, his hand coming down with a vengeance, turning my ass a blazing red. The heat grew until it was unbearable, spreading out over my skin, and I writhed, kicking and thrashing as the pain consumed me.

And then he stopped and thrust his hand in between my thighs, finding my clit in an instant and rubbing hard enough to send my entire body spiraling.

I didn’t even know I was on the edge of an orgasm until it crashed over me, unexpected and explosive. I cried out, my muscles tensing, and for a moment, I lost myself, the pleasure overwhelming, drowning out the pain. I ground my hips against the rough pads of his fingers, feral sounding moans emerging from my throat.

I hated it.

I loved it.

I wanted more of it.

“I bet you liked that, naughty girl. You liked me spanking your ass bright red,” he teased.

“N-no,” I protested, but the stutter of my voice gave me away.

“You can deny it all you want, little mate, but I know how hard you came all over my fingers,” he taunted, and my face flushed red hot.

I didn’t have a chance to respond.

Because in the next moment, he lifted the switch and swung, the sound of it cutting through the air piercing and quick.

The pain was instant, harsh and biting, like a thousand tiny needles piercing my flesh. The air stuck in the back of my throat and my eyes opened wide as I grappled with the stinging pain. It was far more intense than his hand and it continued to build long after the switch had whipped my bare flesh.

“Oh, please! Please use your hand!” I begged.

He paused for a second before I heard the swishing sound once more. It slashed across my backside like an arcing line of fire, fierce and burning and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. My legs kicked out again, a strangled scream bursting free from my throat, but he didn’t let up.

Instead, he brought the switch down again, the stinging lines of fire blooming across my ass, and then again, and again, the pain growing, the heat building. My legs kicked, my toes curled, and I tried desperately to wriggle away from him, but every movement made the pain even worse.

“Rowan! I’m sorry!” I wailed, but he still didn’t let up.

Instead, he brought the switch down on the backs of my thighs and I shrieked, the sting overwhelming and instant with every terrible strike.

He whipped me mercilessly, the stinging pain blossoming over every inch of my skin, until all I could feel was the agony,the burning ache that seemed to spread throughout my entire body. With every strike, I could feel the welts rising, could feel the burning pain intensifying along with them and I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but it was hard.

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