Page 54 of His to Take

I bit my lip, realizing for the first time that this was real.

Ryker was punishing me for a very real reason.

I sucked in a mouthful of air and the switch whipped me several more times. My thighs tensed around the fallen tree, holding on as the pain took over my body. My spine arched, the vicious wave of agony building as it rolled through me.

I rocked back a tiny bit and gasped in surprise.

There was a raised knob on the tree trunk. If I moved just so, I could rub my clit against it. I squeezed my eyes shut. It might even be enough to make me come.

The switch blazed down on my bottom many more times, immediately taking my focus from the needy little bundle between my thighs and turning it back to the burning state of my backside.

“Aiiyyy!” I cried out, loud enough to scare birds from the trees nearby.

He whipped from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the bottom of my ass, several times, but he didn’t stop there. He paused and climbed over the log to stand on my other side. In a commanding tone, he instructed me to pull my legs up onto the log. When I’d done so, wobbling a bit to keep my balance, he grasped both my ankles in his left hand. Then he lifted that evil branch high and proceeded to switch the full length of both thighs so hard that I knew they would bear the marks of this punishment long after it was over. I yelled out again, trying to bite my lip. I didn’t want to be too loud in case someone might hear, but soon I stopped caring. Honestly, there was no one here, only the two of us. I could yell all I wanted or needed to. No one would hear, and no one would come to help me. Ryker would punish me for as long as he thought I deserved.

The sting built.

And built.

And built some more.

It became a fiery slash of agony that consumed my entire being. Soon, the lines of fire merged together into a burning blanket that refused to abate even just a little.

“Please!” I begged, shrieking the word in desperation.

The more I squirmed, the more my clit rubbed against the bump on the tree. I was much wetter than I had been when he’d first stripped me. My arousal was building at a dizzying pace, quickly catching up with the stinging ache that was burning across my naked flesh.

He paused for a moment, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath.

Coming back around to his original position, he said, “I’m going to give you ten more with the switch, then I’m going to finish your punishment with my hand. You will keep your own legs in position on top of the log.”

My pussy clenched hard. Knowing he was going to use his hand should have been a relief, but the way he said it just made me more nervous.

“Please, Ryker. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded. I didn’t know why I started begging. It just seemed like the best thing to do, that maybe he would listen this time, and know that it already hurt so bad. Surely, he knew I realized this wasn’t a role play that was meant to get my pussy wet; that I understood now that he would punish me for real when I was a bad girl.

I shifted against the knob and gasped. My clit pulsed hungrily.

“This next part is going to be very painful, little girl,” he warned. His fingertips traced over the rising welts on my bottom, and I whimpered faintly, his touch making each one sizzle with even more heat. I reached back tentatively to touch them myself, but he grasped my wrist in his left hand, pinning it against my back. My panic surged even more intensely than before. Begging hadchanged nothing. He was doing exactly what he said he would and there was nothing for me to do but take it.

“Please,” I pleaded again, hoping that maybe I hadn’t done a convincing enough job the first time and that maybe he would hear me this time. I waited with bated breath. It changed nothing.

I heard the switch before I felt it.

The first of those final ten hurt more than all the previous strokes combined. The intensity had seemingly gone from fifty to five hundred on my imaginary intensity scale. The second came down just as cruelly. There was no keeping count after that.

I didn’t take them gracefully. I didn’t even try, flailing my free hand back to try to protect myself. He growled his annoyance and caught that hand, too, holding both my wrists in the grasp of one powerful hand. I dug my toes in to keep my legs in place and hung on for dear life. It stung so much more than I thought possible. It felt like I was being cut with a blade over and over.

Full-throated cries escaped me as the switch thrashed down on my backside and the tops of my thighs. Several strikes landed directly in the crease where my ass met my legs. I closed my eyes, suddenly on the cusp of tears and not knowing if I could keep them from falling.

Just when I thought it was all going to be too much for me to take, he threw the switch to the ground.

His hand settled on my left cheek for a brief second before it slapped down hard.

It hurt more than that first spanking with his hand, maybe because I was already in so much pain from the switch or maybe because this time he was punishing me.

This wasn’t a spanking meant to make me wet. This was supposed to teach me a lesson.

He didn’t spank me quickly, but slowly and methodically. Each smack went deep, spiraling down with a painful ache and settling in my core. My inner walls flexed needily, and I told myself I wasn’t supposed to be liking this, but I did anyway.

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