Page 39 of Hard Lessons

“No, you stop it. Complaining will earn you extra smacks of my hand.”

“You can’t spank me like this, I... oh...”

He dragged at her skirt; she was sure another button went flying. In an instant her bare ass was the highest point of her body. A shot of fear went up her spine. Luca was pure muscle, if he wanted to make her ass burn it wouldn’t take long. And a hundred swats of his palm—if that really was his intention—didn’t bear thinking about.

“Keep still, Serena. You’ve had this coming for a long time.”

“You brute. Let me go... now. My brother will skin you alive for this.”

“Diego will thank me for keeping you in order. You’ve behaved shamefully for a Ricci woman.”

Serena felt the air shift a fraction of a second before the first strike and gasped in a breath.

The flat of his palm connected with her tender flesh, a searing hard slap that sent a shockwave of pain over both her buttocks.

She cried out, jolting and twisting. Her clit rubbed on his leg.

“Count in your head or out loud, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m not counting, and you’re not doing that a hundred times, I... ow!”

He’d smacked her again, in exactly the same place. The pain seemed to go straight to her clit again, making it swell and throb further.

Humiliation swarmed through her, pricking all the small hairs on her body and heating her scalp.

How dare he!

What’s happening to my body?

She twisted and struggled but it was to little avail. He had her well and truly trapped between his legs, his free hand on her shoulders keeping her bent double. Her breasts hung down, her nipples taut and tingling, and blood had rushed to her head.

“You’ll never forget this,” he said.

“No, I won’t...”

He smacked her again, then again. A steady flow of spanks rained down with solid determination. He didn’t deviate from the initial area and soon the sting turned into a furnace of pain. Each slap increased the temperature in her pussy. Her internal muscles were clenched and damp, her clit rubbing on his leg. Much as it pained her, she also was grinding against him.

She wailed; perhaps someone would come to her rescue. Save her from this monster who was shaming her so totally.

“We’ve still got a long way to go,” he said in a pause between strikes. “So concentrate on why you’re being punished, Serena, why you have displeased me.”

“I’d have gone down for it,” she snarled, gripping his leg and pinching his jeans, hoping she’d catch some flesh there. “You know I would have, if I hadn’t said I was—”

It was clear he wasn’t interested in her explanation. Her spanking continued. Her body shook and sweat peppered her skin. She closed her eyes, tears springing from them. It was hard to breathe, impossible to think of anything but his big hand coming down over and over on her poor pale ass.

After another minute he paused and caressed her buttocks. “That’s fifty.”

“No more.” She sniffed. “Please, Luca.”

“I’d recommend getting this one over with.” He ran his hand down her back to her nape and stroked it tenderly.

She shivered. He knew full well that was one of her sweet spots. The sensation shot straight down her spine, through the cleft of her ass and she let it flood her pussy.

“Because there are two other punishments to take after this one. Best to get a good start, eh.”

“You’re a monster. This isn’t fun, you know, it’s embarrassing. Let me go.”

“Embarrassing. Good. You should be embarrassed that your lover is having to punish you for bad behavior. And it’s not supposed to be fun to be tipped over my knee with your ass as red as an apple. Not a position I’d like to be in.”

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