Page 46 of Good Girl

The two different sensations are pulling at my mind, and I don’t know which way I will fall.

Without warning, fire shoots across my ass cheeks. The rhythm hasn’t changed, but now Daddy is focusing on my ass and thighs and, holy shit, that stings.

I squirm and flinch with every fiery bite of the thin suede strips.

Low intensity, my ass.

He changes up his location again, concentrating on the cheek farthest from him. I grit my teeth and count in my head, figuring that, if he is going after the one side, he’ll probably do the other.

By the time I’m at five, my ass cheek is burning, and I’m sure it’s red. Am I bleeding? Has he raised blood?

There is a slight pause, and I brace, knowing the flogger is going to come down on the other side.

I gasp, my neck arching up as the flogger comes down exactly where I expect it. Except, the very ends of the strands also hit my exposed pussy and asshole, the nerves in that area screaming in shock.

I hear several low chuckles over the music, and Daddy continues on like he isn’t fucking whipping my pussy.

After the five lashes on this side, the pain stops. I suck in breaths and try to relax, only just noticing now that I’ve had my hands curled into fists and my nails have been digging into my palms. Forcing each joint to straighten out causes an ache in my fingers.

My skin is on fire, burning like I’ve grazed the full length of my back, ass, and thighs against concrete.

Just as I start to relax, there is a loud clap, and my body jolts before pain explodes from my ass cheek as a palm spanks the skin. It startles a little scream out of me, and I scrunch my eyes shut as fingers squeeze and knead the heated flesh.

I try to get away, but I’m restrained too well. “Ow, Daddy, that hurts.”

“I know, baby. But I wanted to see my handprint on your ass.” He removes his hand. “And look at that. Nice and pink. Look, Hudson, you can see all five fingers.”

A cool finger traces around the imprint, both soothing and painful at the same time. It starts on the outside of my ass, slowly working its way toward the center, so very close to my pussy. Without thinking, I clench, not ready for one of them to cause any more pain there.

“Aw, look, kitten is trying to close her pussy.”

“No, I—” My words are cut off as someone spanks my pussy.

Spanks. My. Pussy.

“Ow, fuck!” I yell as they do it again. And again. “Ow! Oh, oh…”

The third spank ends with a finger rolling over my clit. My stupid pussy gives a desperate pulse, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

The pleasure is replaced with another spank, and my brain misfires as, again, the spank turns into pleasure. The skin and lips of my pussy feel hot and puffy from the overuse they experienced earlier today. That, combined with the spanking, has the dumb thing feeling very, very confused.

How does this feel good?

I’m panting when the hand disappears, one cheek burning more than the other. Blue and black strands of…suede, maybe, dangle in front of my face.

Wasn’t the flogger red and black?

And are those strands thinner? It also looks like there are less of them.

No one says anything as I stare, then the flogger disappears from view.

I hold my breath, waiting for the fire to return. But it doesn’t. Is it over?

Have they decided to stop?

I let the air out and shout in surprise as that steady rhythm starts up once again. This stings more, with less thud. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as he works the toy up and down my back, leaving no sliver of skin untouched.

All pleasure has left my body, and I’m floating on a sea of red-hot fire.

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