Page 26 of Corrupted Guilt

“I’m going to spank you so grab hold of the sheets to steady yourself.”

“Not going to bend me over your knee? Or use a riding crop or something?” She asks, but there’s the cut of sarcasm in her voice.

She uses sarcasm when she’s afraid, so I let it go and try to ease her mind a little. “I don’t need any extra help to punish you. I’m more than capable of making you beg with just my own two hands.”

Her pupils flare. She wets her lips, nervous, and the gesture goes straight to my cock. Damn. I want to own that mouth so badly, to thrust into her wet, empty mouth until my cum is spurting hot down her throat.

Soon.

I stride back to the bed and lean over her, running one hand through her silky hair and down over her back. I rest it gently on the swell of her ass.

She gulps, grabbing onto the sheets, clumping them in her fist. Her thighs part, revealing the scrap of pink lace covering her mound. Now her body is braced and open to me.

I spanked her hard and without warning.

Katya shrieks, jolting forward against the bed. Before she can recover, I spank her again, a series of short, sharp blows. She yelps every time my hand makes impact with the smooth skin of her ass, but I’m careful to vary where each slap falls, never hitting the same spot twice as I continue, relentless.

Two. Three. Four.

I can feel her body bracing against impact now, feel the tremble in her limbs.

“Please,” she gasps.

Five. Six. Seven.

She lets go of the bed, throws the sheets from her hands and tries to scramble away. “No. Stay.” I clutch her hair and wind it into my fist in one hand, yanking her back in place as I let the final blows rain down with perfect accuracy.

Eight. Nine. Ten.

I stopped.

Katya collapses forwards, sobbing against the bed. I let her weep.

She’s not crying from the pain, just the shock of it. I was careful, never applying more pressure than necessary, and although her ass is mottled red now from the impact of my hand, the marks will soon fade.

This lesson won’t.

I see every handprint like a victory mark. Power courses through me like a drug, but I don’t pause to savor it. She’s feltthe pain of disobedience, so now she can learn the pleasures of obedience, of submitting to my will.

“Good girl,” I murmur softly. I gently caress her back and ass, smoothing softly where I just struck hard. My fingertips whisper over her skin, soothing. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

Katya swallows back her tears. She lifts her face to me. “That hurt!”

I smirk. “It was supposed to.”

She clenches her jaw stubbornly. “So, was that it? My punishment?”

I stroke again, this time delving deeper between her thighs. Katya catches her breath. I tease over the damp silk there, nudging gently.

“What do you think?”

Katya pushes back against my hand. “That feels good,” she whispers.

“That’s because your body is in a heightened state of awareness,” I explain to her, stroking and smoothing, delving back to that wet pool of tension. “The pain shocks your nerve system wide awake, and makes every pleasurable touch feel that much sweeter.”

I nudge the silk aside and skim my fingertip into her slick heat.

Fuck, she’s so wet.

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