Page 23 of Take the Sub and Run

This whole time, his hand had stayed on her, his arm twisted oddly so that his palm remained pressed against the fleshy top of her sex, his thumb still buried between her labia. But he was no longer directly touching her clit, thanks to the way she'd moved in reaction to the first touch.

Now, he slowly dragged the pad of his thumb up, only to veer just before he touched her clit.

"That's mean, Sir," she insisted.

"No, Angel, that's sadistic. And now that I know exactly how sensitive you are, it's time for my bad girl to get her punishment."

Andrei removed his hand from her sex and gripped her hips, forcing her back another step. When he released her, she could feel the wet mark his thumb had left.

"Naked," he barked.

Sofie wiggled her legs so the thong dropped around her ankles then stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

Andrei nodded once in approval then repositioned himself on the trunk. He was sitting so that his right side was in line with one end of the trunk, though he'd turned slightly to the left. His right knee was bent, foot firmly planted.

He patted his thigh. "Over my knee for your spanking, Sofie."

Sofie shifted to stand beside him and hesitated, not sure how to actually go about this. Did she put her stomach on his leg? Her hips? And where should she put her hands?

Sofie looked at him rather helplessly, but his face had turned into a stern mask. They stood there for an awkward moment, her unwilling to make a move when it might be the wrong one and derail the spanking she so desperately wanted.

She'd been hoping he'd give her specific instructions but got something even better.

Andrei grabbed her and yanked her down over his lap. An arm under her ribs just below her breasts helped guide her fall. She landed with her upper body on the padded top of the trunk beside his left hip, her upper thighs on his leg, her feet sticking out awkwardly.

Andrei grabbed her hips and yanked her back until her hips rested on his thigh. She yelped as her tits dragged across the leather, scrambling to help shift back, once she realized what he was doing.

The new position allowed her legs to bend, and she braced her toes on the cold floor. Now, the way he’d positioned himself half turned made sense, as it allowed most of her upper body to rest on the trunk beside where he sat. She was relatively comfortable, though her leg muscles were tense in an effort to keep herself in place on his thigh.

Andrei’s hand slid along her bare back, over her ass, down the back of her thigh to touch the crease of her knee.

His hand felt far bigger and harder now than it had when he was cupping her breasts and touching her softly.

Nervous anticipation brought back the fine trembling. He must had felt it.

“Cold or scared?”

“Neither. Nervous.”

“This will hurt,” he said resolutely, and perverse arousal flooded her.

“I know, Sir.”

“You need it, don’t you, bad girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you’re going take your bad girl punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Sofie closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing as his words washed over her.

“You’re going to stay right here on my lap while I spank this pretty ass. You can cry, tell me it hurts, and wiggle all you want, because that won’t stop me.”

His hand continued the long, firm strokes over her naked body.

“If the pain is too much, or if you get truly scared, you tell me immediately. And when I ask you how you’re doing or what you’re feeling, you answer me honestly. Understand?”

He pinched her butt when she didn’t response fast enough.

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