Page 62 of Heist
Chapter Seventeen
Patrick’s hand landed on Austin’s backside again, and he reveled in the heat radiating from it. He’d made her strip the moment she arrived at his suite that night and taken her straight across his lap for a spanking. He was warming her up with his hand before the real fun began.
“Why am I spanking you, Austin?” he asked as he landed another swat to the center of her left cheek.
She gasped as the pain coursed through her skin. "Because I came when you told me not to,” she whimpered.
Three sharp swats followed her response. "How long should I make you wait to come again?” he asked, knowing it was a sadistic question for her.
She whimpered but got the answer right. “As long as it pleases you, Sir.”
“Good answer, sub. You’re learning fast. Stand up and put your hands on your head. No rubbing that naughty bottom.”
He went to his toy bag and pulled out a pair of thong panties he’d purchased earlier that day. They had been fit with a battery-operated vibrator. He was about to break his promise that a toy wouldn’t make her come while she was his, but it would be worth it.
“Put these on,” he said, handing the panties to her.
She looked confused but complied with his directions.
Her breath hitched when she felt the gentle buzz of the vibrator against her pussy.
“We’re going to go a different route for your punishment. I’m going to get my hairbrush and put you over my knee again. Your spanking is done when you’ve had three orgasms.”
Austin whimpered and let one hand fall to her bottom. He snatched her wrist and smacked her ass several times. “Hands back on your hand.”
She wiggled her butt as she lifted her hands back into place. The spanking would hurt, but he would make sure she got plenty of pleasure out of it.
Picking up the brush, he sat on the edge of the bed and brought her back across his knee.
“You don’t have to ask for permission. I know your mind will be too overwhelmed for that, but you do have to keep count of your orgasms.”
She nodded her agreement, and Patrick tapped the smooth backed brush against her warm cheeks. “How does the vibrator feel? Is it in the right spot?”
“I think so, Sir. It feels nice. It’s a little gentle though. I’m not sure if it will make me come.”
Patrick gave her bottom a pat. “I think you’ll be surprised, baby girl.”
Wasting no more time, he spanked her. Not full force, but enough to sting. She was crying out by the tenth stroke. He reached into his pocket and pressed a button on a remote. It sent the vibrator into high gear and she screeched as the sensations against her clit intensified.
“Shit,” she yelled as he landed another swat, a little harder this time.
“Now do you think you can come for me?”
Austin nodded frantically as he rained down another series of rapid-fire swats. Within thirty seconds, she was convulsing in his lap as the first orgasm shook her.
“That’s one, Sir,” she whimpered. He massaged her ass gently to soothe some of the sting away before letting his hand flutter between her legs. Shifting the panties so he could slide a finger in without taking away the effects of the vibrator was easy, and he let one long digit sink into her for a few seconds before he resumed spanking. The second was quick to follow the first, and she begged him to stop as he peppered her cheeks with the wooden brush.
“Is that a safeword, baby girl?” he asked, slowing his hand to a stop.
She shook her head, and Patrick knew she was enjoying this session despite her protests.
“Good girl, one more orgasm and it’s all over.”
His brush returned to punishing her mostly bare bottom—the thong offered virtually no protection. Back and forth from cheek to cheek, he delivered stinging blows that had her squirming in his lap and thus writhing against the vibrator pressed to her clit.
“Come for me like a good little sub,” he crooned as he spanked.
Between his occasional encouraging words, the pleasurable sting of the paddle on her hot bottom, and the intense vibrations, Austin’s third orgasm didn’t take long to tear through her. She cried out as it rocked her body and when it subsided, she lay limp across his lap.
