Page 115 of Innocent Intentions

He pinches the already tender skin. “Stay still.”

The seventh lands over the exact spot he pinched.

“Please stop, Matty. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I won’t ever leave.”

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, I know you won’t. Not after this.”

The eighth one is the hardest yet.

My body jolts. A tear slips free.

And yet, you’re wet.

Horror slams into me.

No, no, no.

The ninth strike pulls a moan from my lips. Loud. Unmistakable.

I burn with humiliation. I’m so messed up for enjoying this.

No, you’re not. You just like it a bit rough.

Matty stills, then exhales a slow, knowing breath. “That didn’t sound like it came from pain, sweetheart. Could my bad girl be enjoying her punishment?”

“No! This is horrible!” I squeeze my thighs together, trying to hide the evidence.

Hetsksthen pries my legs apart.

I whimper as cool air brushes over my wet, swollen flesh. I know he can see it. I squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face behind my hair.

“You really are a slut for me.” His voice is thick with arousal. “Look at how soaked you are. You’re dripping down your thighs.”

He drags his fingers through my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

I push against him instinctively, desperate for more.

Hetsksagain.

I hate that fucking sound.

“Not yet. Bad girls don’t get pleasure until their punishment is over.”

He pinches the same sensitive spot on my right cheek.

White hot pain shoots through me. These pinches are worse than the fucking spankings.

I barely have time to brace before the final smack lands.

It's the hardest of them all.

Tears pool in my eyes. My body throbs.

Pain and relief flood through me in equal measure.

And deep down hidden beneath the ache, buried under the humiliation, there’s something else.

Regret that it’s over. And arousal from it happening.

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