Page 26 of The Duke's Pet

Finally he stopped.

“You have been a foolish clumsy kitten,” he said, slipping his fingers from the hollow of her back, between her buttocks and through to her pussy.

“Sir!” Her eyes widened and she arched her back, raising her head. He was touching her where no one else ever had.

“And had a stern spanking as a punishment,” he said, sliding through her folds.

Was this it? Was he going to penetrate her now, with his fingers and then his cock? She screwed up her eyes, waiting for the moment he entered her.

“And it seems...” He paused. “The spanking has made you hot and wet.”

She couldn’t deny she was hot. Her skin was on fire and sweat popped on her brow and her underarms. And wet... yes, she was that too for some reason.

“Your sweet little pussy,” he said, skimming over her entrance, “has dampened. Being over my knee isn’t as abhorrent to you as you make it out to be.”

“It is, Sir.” She tried to lift up but it was no good. He held her tight as he continued to stroke through her lower lips.

She really was quite wet down there and she didn’t know why. Plus there was still a new, hungry tension inside of her. It was in her belly, between her legs, and was creating a strange and unfamiliar need.

He chuckled. “We are even now, and we have learned something new about you, so perhaps the ruined painting was not a total waste.”

“Sir?”

He removed his fingers and she snapped her legs closed, tensing her buttocks.

Her brain was glad he’d stopped touching her there, but her body seemed to sag at the loss of his touch. His questing finger, examining her had given her a secret thrill she wasn’t ready to admit, even to herself.

He pulled her to sitting.

The blood rushed from her head and she swayed on his lap. Small black dots creeped from the outside of her vision to the center.

“Oh, I’ve got you.” He gripped her waist and studied her. “Do you need the smelling salts?”

“No.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m okay.”

He touched the tip off her nose. “You ass will pain you for the rest of the day.”

She nodded, her head becoming used to being the right way up again.

“And each time it smarts you will think of your bad behavior.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And know that I am your master.”

She hesitated. Master? She had a master now.

“Answer me.” His lips flattened.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” His face softened and he stroked her hair back from her face. “I have high hopes for you learning well.”

“I will try.”

“You will try your very best.” He nodded at the soft cushions on the sofa. “And now you will curl up here again, and wait until I have finished my studies for the day.”

He swept his mouth over hers, barely a kiss, more of a breeze, then set her on the sofa.

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