Page 26 of Obsession

“Turn around,” he orders in a deepening tone.

Swallowing hard, I do. I’m facing away from him, unable to see what he’s doing as he moves behind me. But I can feel him. His hands find my hips, and he stands with his body against my back. His breath skates across my ear and a shiver ripples down my spine.

“You’re a brat, Madi,” he says, so sure and confident. “And if you want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat. Now bend over.”

I don’t have a chance to process before his hand is on my spine, pushing me down until my upper body is laid out on the dining room table and my ass is out for him. A chill runs over me at the lewd position, but from the soft groan I hear, Adrian must like what he sees.

“Now, we’re going to start slow, but know that if you continue to be a little brat, I’ll take that as an invitation to go harder next time. Understood?”

The question hangs between us. No, I don’t understand. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask, breathier than I intend them to be.

“I’m going to punish you, princess. And you’re going to do your best to be a good girl and take it for me, yes?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to fuck off when his hands reach for the band of my pants, pulling the shorts and underwear down at the same time. My ass hangs off the end of the dining room table, completely exposed to him. On instinct, I go to move, to cover myself, but Adrian’s palm lands on my back, keeping me pinned to the table.

“What the fuck-”

“Shh,” he cuts me off. “None of that.”

Heat flushes my body as his palm caresses my exposed flesh. It shouldn’t feel good, but it has me relaxing, my muscles unclenching one by one. I should hate this. On some level, I do, I think. But then again, I don’t. The memory of what felt like a million orgasms last night hangs in the air, and I know if nothing else, Adrian sure knows how to make me come. The motion feels so good and Adrian’s palm on my low back keeps me still. I should be begging him to stop, pleading with him. But I don’t.

“Good girl,” he whispers while he practically pets me. Those words shouldn’t make me feel as good as they do. “Now, I think five spanks should cover your outburst this a.m. Has anyone ever spanked you, Madi?”

When I don’t immediately answer, he slaps my ass softly, and I gasp.

“No,” I sputter.

“I didn’t think so. Why don’t we start with five and see how you’re doing, hmm?”

I think I must nod, because Adrian doesn’t ask again, moving forward with the punishment. I hear rustling as he takes the newspaper from the table, but it’s not clear to me what he’s doing.

“You’ll count after each one,” he tells me, and then quickly lands the first blow. He must have rolled up the newspaper because I hear the swish of it before it hits my bottom with a loud smack. It’s not anything like the little slap he gave me when I didn’t answer. This one stings my right cheek. I yelp and instinctively try to pull my body away from him, but that hand on my back keeps me in place.

“Say one,” Adrian orders.

“One,” I squeak.

Adrian hits my other cheek with the paper next, restarting the process where I yelp and squirm and he has to remind me to count again.

“Two.” Another squeak from my lips.

We continue through three and four, and finally, when he lands the fifth blow, I yell, “five” while panting.

“Good job.” The softened praise, a contrast from the man who was just spanking me. He rubs his hand over the reddened flesh softly. “How do you feel, princess?”

“I-I don’t know.” My head is hazy and my ass hurts, but my core throbs in a way I’ve never felt before. Mortification strikes me as I want nothing more than for Adrian to move those fingers lower and lower until he reaches the part of me that is aching.

I hear the paper again, and then I feel something against my sex. Shame coats me in red as I realize what he’s doing, runningthe newspaper along my pussy. Mywetpussy. Did I really get turned on by his spanking? And is the evidence of my arousal about to be all over the paper I just made fun of him for?

Adrian chuckles his amusement as he pulls the paper from between my legs.

“I’d say you liked that.”

“No-”

“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to lie to me, not when your body speaks the truth.”

I whimper my response. I’m not sure what I want right now.

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