Page 25 of The Duke's Pet

Humiliation had her skin crawling at the same time it was smarting. No man had ever laid eyes on her naked behind before.

Oh, why does he have to do this to me?

And then the punishment resumed. This time on naked, vulnerable skin.

She attempted to protect her buttocks, sending the flat of her palm around in an effort to relieve some of the burning rain of slaps he was sending down.

He batted her hand away. “Little kitten, if I have to tell you again to keep still, this spanking will go on for three times as long as it should do. For it pains me not to teach you this lesson, only you.”

“Oh, Duke... please.”

“Be silent and take it.” He shoved at her hands and she was forced to grip his leg and the side of the sofa.

After another ten or so spanks, there was a reprieve as he stroked her ass, as if learning the shapes of her buttocks and exploring her flesh.

Jemima held her breath. His caress was gentle, soft, almost loving. This confused her; a second ago he’d been causing her pain, now he was treating her butt like a prized possession.

He skimmed his finger up the cleft of her cheeks then back down, so low she instinctively jerked away when he neared her rear hole. “Sir!”

He chuckled softly. “It is not time for that... not yet.”

He kept his finger there, right there, near her most private place. She had to force herself to keep still, knowing she’d displease him if she didn’t. It took every scrap of willpower though. What she really wanted was to jump up, grab something to cover herself then slap his cheek so it burned as red as her buttocks.

But of course she couldn’t do that.

I’ll take an extra damn trinket for this. God will understand.

Almost as if he’d read her thoughts, the spanking resumed. Lots of hard, fast strikes, the air moving a fraction before each one landed.

Her ass heated, as though real live flames were licking over her skin. She clenched and unclenched, her breasts jiggled with each contact of his palm on her butt.

They grew heavy, her slight breasts, as though excited by the jostling. Her nipples were hard, dragging on the material of his pants.

She groaned, heat seeming to fill her chest and rise up through her throat.

“Think of all my time your interfering has wasted.” He paused and again swiped his palms over her skin. “And if you decide to touch my work again, remember this moment, this pain, this humiliation and don’t do it.”

Oh, and he was right, it was humiliating to have her bare ass in the air and him turning it red.

“Perhaps this is for the best,” he said. “That you learn where you stand from this first day. You are mine while you are here, and you will obey.”

“Oh, yes, Sir, I will, I promise. From now on.”

“Good.” Again he swiped down the cleft of her buttocks.

She clenched, tightening her asshole and pussy. Aware of dampness there, she whimpered in embarrassment. Surely she hadn’t peed herself.

No. She knew she hadn’t.

So why did her pussy feel wet and hot? It was throbbing too. When his touch lingered near her ass again, a new greed tugged at her insides, low in her belly. It was need for something, a deeply female longing that had never gripped her this way before.

His breaths spread over her back, cooling her hot skin. She kept perfectly still, concentrating on the new sensations taking over her body.

Her pulse was loud in her ears as a war of wanting more of his touch battled with the need to escape.

And then her chastisement continued. He showered down swift slaps, leaving no part of her ass unmarked, even spreading punishment to the backs of her thighs.

She cried out when he struck her there, the sting almost too much to bear. Tears sprang into her eyes and she kicked up her heels.

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