Page 72 of Bit's Bliss
I flexed my fingers, raised my hand, and brought it down hard. She cried out in shock, her musclestightened, but within seconds, she softened across my thighs.
“Eberly?”
“Um, one. Thank you, sir, and may I please have another?”
“That was beautiful, little dove.”
One after the other, she followed my instructions. Some spanks were gentler, some more intense than the first I gave her. Her body shook as tears ran down her cheeks, but it didn’t stop her from responding perfectly each time.
“We’re halfway. What color are you, little dove?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Green, sir.”
She’d brought her legs together, but I spread them and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet that I wondered if she’d come while I spanked her. If not, she was about to.
“Trevino, please,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you need, little dove.”
“Please, sir, I need to come.”
I switched fingers so I could reach her clit and curled those inside her while I squeezed her bottom, warm and a beautiful shade of red, with my other hand. Iknew the combination of pain and pleasure would send her soaring, and I wasn’t wrong.
“We are not finished, little dove. Are you ready to continue, or do you need to use your safe word?” I asked when her body went limp.
“Please continue.”
“That will earn you one more.”
Again, she whimpered.“Please, sir.”
“Good girl.” I brought my hand down again, increasing the pace to the point where it was difficult for her to count, thank me, or ask me for another before the next landed. The last three were harder than any that came before them, and by the time I stopped, Eberly was sobbing.
I helped her stand, turned down the sheet and blanket, then placed her under them. I crawled in beside her and held her in my arms as she cried.
“Let it out, Eberly,” I soothed. “I want to hear you.”
She breathed in, and when she released the air she held in her lungs, I held her close to me, stroking her hair, her cheek, her soft skin. It took several minutes, but eventually, her sobs subsided and she opened her eyes.
“Did you do all that just to make me cry?” she asked.
“No, little dove. It was to get you to release everything you held inside. To allow the pent-up pain to escape, to cleanse yourself from the hurt.”
“I feel…different. Lighter.”
“As do I. Punishing you, little dove, isn’t easy on me. It hurts my heart as much as my hand connecting with your bottom hurts you.”
“But you knew I needed it,” she whispered. “Thank you, Trevino.”
“Thank you, my love.”
Neither of us spoke for several minutes, and by then, Eberly was sound asleep. I pulled the blankets over us, and slept too.
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EBERLY
At some point in the night, Trevino woke me, put me on my hands and knees, and took me from behind. After giving me two more mind-blowing orgasms, he gently rubbed cream on my bottom, then told me to go back to sleep.
