“I want all of that, too,” he says, moving us both forward. “I want it so badly it’s all I can do not to rip your ribbons off and get my cock inside you right now. But when we’re playing, I need you to remember to call me Boss.” He stops, his hands skimming down my shoulder blades and the valley of my spine towrap lightly around my waist.
“So bend over, Milly. We’ll start with ten. Next time it will be twenty.”
“Ten what, Boss?” My nerve endings sizzle as I place my hands where he’s indicated, my sex throbbing as my hips tilt back and my ass juts out into the air behind me.
But he doesn’t answer; he simply draws back a hand and slaps my ass.
I cry out a surprised gasp as Ty spanks me a second time and a third. By the fourth, I’m arching my back, silently begging for him to give it to me harder, faster.
And like he’s read my mind, he does.
Ty slaps me so hard my thighs I feel the sting of the spanking all the way up my spine. And it is good, so terribly, wonderfully good, that I realize it’s going to be harder to be an obedient submissive than I’ve thought.
Until right now, I had no idea how good it could feel to be bad.