Page 18 of His Naughty Girl

My breath caught as his large hand moved between my trembling thighs. I gasped as I felt his fingers probe my pussy. To my utter mortification, I could tell from the movement of his fingertips that I was slick with arousal.

Devin tsked softly. “Just as I thought. You’re soaking wet, you naughty girl.” His blue eyes bored into mine. “Selecta sent you here for a reason, Andrea. You’re just like Lila and Lydia—a submissive little thing who needs a firm hand.”

“No,” I protested weakly. “That’s not true. I’m not…”

But even as I denied it, I felt a surge of heat between my legs. Devin’s fingers continued their intimate exploration, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through me.

“Your body says otherwise,” Devin said firmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll spank that arousal right out of you. But we both know it will be back. Because deep down, this is what you need.”

I felt faint, the room spinning around me. This couldn’t be happening. With a burst of desperate energy, I tried to pull away from Devin’s grasp. But his grip on my wrist was like iron.

“None of that now,” he scolded. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Panicked, I looked to Greta, silently pleading for help. But her expression held only stern approval as she watched her husband prepare to punish me.

Devin’s fingers probed deeper, exploring my most intimate areas. I squirmed, torn between revulsion and an unwelcome thrill at his touch.

“My, my,” Devin murmured. “This is a tight little puss, Andrea. The man who takes your virginity is gonna have a real good time.”

His crude words sent a jolt through me. With a burst of panicked energy, I tried once more to wrench away. But Devin was ready. His strong hands gripped my waist, effortlessly maneuvering me to the side and pulling me down across his lap.

I found myself draped over his muscular thighs, my bottom raised and furnished for my punishment. My heart raced, blood rushing in my ears. This was really happening.

Without warning, Devin’s palm cracked down hard on my bare bottom. I cried out at the sharp sting. Before I could catch my breath, five more rapid swats followed in quick succession. The pain bloomed across my backside, radiating outward in waves of heat.

I barely had time to process the spanking before I felt Devin’s hand between my thighs again. His fingers found my pussy, still embarrassingly wet. He began to work me skillfully, stroking and teasing.

To my horror, I felt pleasure building, warring with the lingering sting of the spanking. A strangled cry escaped my lips—pain, arousal, and shame all mingled together in one confused sound.

“You’re going to have to admit it, Andrea,” Devin said firmly, his hand resting on my stinging bottom. “You need to acknowledge that you’re the kind of girl who needs spanking.”

I shook my head vehemently, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. “No,” I sobbed. “I won’t say it. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not!”

Devin sighed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my sensitive skin. “I was hoping we could do this the easy way, but I see you need more convincing.”

Without further warning, his palm cracked down hard on my bare bottom. I cried out at the sharp sting, my body jerking involuntarily. But this time, instead of a flurry of rapid swats, Devin set a slow, deliberate pace.

Smack!

The sound echoed through the room, followed by my pained gasp. I had a moment to process the burning sensation before the next blow fell.

Smack!

Each spank was carefully placed, covering every inch of my upturned backside. The slow rhythm was almost worse than the earlier barrage, allowing me to fully experience the pain of each individual swat before the next one landed.

As Devin continued my punishment, I became aware of other sounds in the room. Wet, slurping noises and muffled moans reached my ears. With a jolt of mortification, I realized what I was hearing.

I turned my head slightly, my tear-filled eyes confirming what my ears had told me. Lila and Lydia were still on their knees, their heads bobbing as they pleasured their suitors. Bill had his hand tangled in Lila’s chestnut hair, guiding her movements as she took him deep into her mouth. Hank’s eyes were closed in bliss, his hips making small thrusting motions as Lydia worked her tongue along his shaft.

The sight and sounds of their oral ministrations provided a lewd counterpoint to my punishment. Each crack of Devin’s hand against my flesh was punctuated by a moan or a gasp from the men being serviced.

Smack!

“Ohhh, that’s it, Lila,” Bill groaned. “Take it all the way down.”

Smack!

“Use your tongue more, Lydia,” Hank instructed breathlessly. “Yes, just like that.”

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