Page 43 of His Little Garnet

“Papi?” I twist my head around. “I need to say something.”

“Okay, Baby girl.”

I swallow my pride. “My pussy aches. I’m going to come as soon as you touch me. I don’t want you to be mad.”

He smiles at me. “I won’t get mad, Little one.” He nudges between my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

I part them as I turn my head to rest my cheek on the couch cushion. I’m shaking. My pussy is soaked.

“It would be too much for me to ask you not to come this first time. I know you’re wound up like a top. I’m going to give you an orgasm, and then I’m going to spank your bottom until it’s bright red and hot. Do you think you can control the urge to come a second time if I give you some relief first?”

I nod. Thank God. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He reaches between my legs, drags his fingers through my folds, and pinches my clit hard.

I come immediately, arching my head off the couch as I cry out.

Papi holds on to my clit until the waves subside, and then he releases it, leaving me panting. “That wasn’t very satisfying was it, Baby girl?”

“No, Sir,” I whisper. I’m close to tears.

“Good. Now, be my good girl while I discipline you, and then we can go to Ekert’s house.” He lifts his palm and swats my bottom right in the center.

My orgasm hasn’t fully ended, but the shock from the slap helps me hold my arousal at bay.

The next one is harder and then harder. He switches back and forth, covering every inch of my skin while I hold my breath. My need to come subsides as he peppers my skin with more and more swats.

It burns. It tingles too. When the initial shock wears off, my arousal returns. Every swat seems to vibrate through to my clit. He nudges my thighs apart several times when I bring them closer together.

When he lowers his attention to the backs of my thighs, I stiffen. “That hurts, Papi,” I cry out.

“It’s supposed to, Baby girl. It’s a punishment spanking.” He smooths his hand over my heated skin.

I’m panting. “Is there another type of spanking,” I mutter to myself.

He chuckles. “Oh yes. Spanking can be very sensual too. You know it’s possible because I can smell your arousal.”

I hate that he can always scent my bodily secretions. It’s unnerving. I sigh and relax against his thighs. My butt is on fire. The backs of my legs are too.

“You know what I think my Little girl needs?” he says as he continues to palm my heated skin.

“A hamburger? Tacos? Ice cream? Chocolate cake?” My mouth waters as I make a mental list of all the things I’ll never see or taste again.

He chuckles. “Sorry. I can’t make any of those things happen, but if you’re good, I’ll start introducing foods to you soon.”

“When?” I ask, twisting my head around. He’s still gripping my hands at my back, apparently not ready to release me.

“How about as soon as you can walk. That will give you an incentive to put more effort into regaining your leg strength.”

I pout. “Fine.”

“Would you like me to continue spanking you, Little one?”

“No, Sir.” I drop my head back onto the cushion.

“Then maybe lose the attitude.”

He’s so bossy today. It’s like he’s turned a corner. Or maybe I have. I’m the one who pushed his last button and forced him to punish me. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

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