Page 24 of Take the Sub and Run

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good girl.” Another long stroke of his hand. “And when I tell you to spread your legs so I can play with your pussy?—”

Sofie had her thighs spread, toes once more braced on the floor, before he was done talking.

“See? You are my good girl, aren’t you, Angel?” He reached between her legs and stroked her labia with two fingers.

Sofie pressed backward in frustration, wanting his fingers deeper. Wanting the fingers between her pussy lips on her clit, or thrust up inside her.

“Sir, please…”

“Punishment first. Then pleasure.”

He gripped her thigh, pulling her legs closed and making a few small adjustments to her posture.

He stroked her a few more times, and she mentally settled in for more soft touches and talking.

The first swat to her left ass cheek took her by surprise. Sofie shrieked in pain as heat flared across her skin. The second swat to the other cheek was just as hard.

Sofie went still as Andrei started to spank her in earnest.

Spankings hurt.

Her shock at the pain held her in place as his hand moved around her ass and upper thighs, until every inch had experienced that stinging pain.

Then he started hitting previously spanked spots, and she couldn’t hold still any longer.

“Ouch, ouch!” Sofie’s feet kicked up as he continued to spank her. The quickly faded sting turned into a burning sensation that lingered.

“No,” Andrei commanded sharply when one particularly hard swat along the lower curve of her ass had her reaching back in a desperate attempt to cover her bottom with her hand.

Gripping her wrist, he forced her hand to the small of her back, holding it there.

“These next six are for trying to hide from your punishment.”

Sofie stopped breathing as he hit her ass.

Hard.

He left behind heat and pain that sunk deeper into her than any of the spankings before it had. This then was a real punishment spanking.

It hurt, and she wanted it to stop, yet…

Yet she didn’t.

Sofie pressed her forehead hard against the cushion and whimpered as he spanked her with that same ruthless force five more times. The sound of each blow echoed off the glass walls, yet the sound was muffled.

A soft, floaty feeling had slid over Sofie. She no longer tensed and jumped with each spank, even after he praised her and went back to the gentler but not gentle spanks of before.

Heat spread from her ass to the rest of her body. She felt warm and soft all over. Well, everywhere but her butt, which felt raw and hot.

A soft muffled feeling muted everything except the feel of his hands and the sound of his voice.

In all the world, it was only them. Two figures on a canvas where the background hadn’t yet been sketched in. They were alone in a vast, soft whiteness, with no place or time to anchor them down or pull them apart.

He released her wrist, and she tensed her arm muscles to keep her arm across her back the way he wanted it.

“Turn your head.”

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