Page 22 of Melody’s Little Secret

“I thought you just said not to call you a title.”

“Are you genuinely curious or are you stalling?”

I let his question bang around in my head for longer than usual. He was right on the money. “I may have been stalling, but it’s a good question.”

“For the rest of the night you can call me Sir. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good. Thank you, Sir.”

Bosco patted my hip. “These sweatpants are thicker than I thought. May I lower them?”

“Yes, Sir,” I squeaked.

He tugged my pants to my knees and rubbed his hand over my panty-covered butt. What pair was I wearing? Oh. I remembered that they had cute ruffles that accentuated my curves. His palm struck each side hard, and I jumped.

“Easy,dulcita.” Bosco patted my hip. “We’re just getting started. If your knees weren’t all scraped up, I’d throw my leg across yours. Are you going to be a good girl and stay still?”

“I’ll do my best. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in this position.” That was an understatement, I wanted to be his good girl in that moment more than I’d wanted anything for a really long time.

“Good girl,” he praised. His hands targeted the lower curves of my butt, but they were not overly harsh. Each one landed with a long pause before the next. It allowed me to sink into that blissful peace before the next strike of pain. Bosco touched the waistband of my panties. “I think my hand does a better job making an impact on bare flesh, Melody. Let’s take these off,sì?”

“Ye-yes, Sir.”

Yes, please, pretty please.

He took his time lowering my panties to my knees, his fingers brushing the seam of my body. It sent my head spinning, hoping he would touch me there again. Boldly, I parted my legs and shifted slightly, angling myself toward his hand.

“Mm. Are you sure you want to tease me like that, naughty girl?” Bosco’s voice dropped an octave, and I was sure my pussy was dripping.

“I was just getting in a more comfortable position, Sir,” I cooed. “I wasn’t trying to tease you on purpose.”

“Honesty is important to me,dulcita,” he insisted. “Do you want to reword your statement?”

“Okay, I may have been trying to entice you into doing other thingsafterwe’re done.” Rocking my hips from side to side, I wiggled my butt in earnest.

“Daring little thing,” he tsked. Boz cracked his palm on my upper thighs a few times before changing to my sit-spots. Slapping them in fast succession, his hard palm struck with precision. Repeating his pattern planted me firmly in the moment. I still wanted to do dirtier things, but they were no longer at the forefront of my mind. Just as the burn was starting to set in, he shifted focus. Targeting my full bottom cheeks fully dropped me into bliss. I relaxed deeply, allowing his spanking to bring me to the quiet place of peace in my head that I’d been missing for so long. I loved the sting from his hand, slowly building a heat across my ass that blossomed out across my body. It turned me on in the most delicious way and my arousal flared to life. Craving his dominance, I arched my back, impatiently waiting for the next blow.

“You’re enjoying this way too much for me to be getting through to you,dulcita.”

“I think you’re right about me needing an adjustment, but it’s been so long, Sir, and it feels so good.” I sank back down against his thighs, doing my best to keep my legs shut. “Can you please keep doing what you’re doing instead of punishing me?”

“This was never for discipline and, without rules in place, it would be unfair of me to punish you. This is about you and helping you release some of the negativity you’ve got building inside of you. However, you don’t seem to be wanting an emotional release at the moment.” He tapped his pointer finger on my hip. “Tell me what you want,dulcita, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I told you it’s hard for me to ask for help, I can’t even imagine demanding something from you, Sir,” I said softly. Nope. Not even in a million years could I voice what my body so desperately wanted. Sensual spankings. Multiple orgasms. So much bliss that I couldn’t overthink anymore.

“All right. New plan.” He removed my shoes and socks and tugged both my sweatpants and panties completely off before pulling me upright and turning me around to face him.

I was wildly intrigued, wondering what he meant. Sitting half naked on his lap made me keenly aware that he was fully clothed. I tugged the hem of my shirt down as if it would be long enough to cover my intimate places, but it landed just below my waist. I should have asked him to grab me one of my oversized tee-shirts.

“If you won’t tell me what you want, then I’ll have to guess. Do you trust me to give you what I think you need, Melody?”

His voice was thick with emotion, and I wanted to take a flying leap off his lap and away from the situation, but I’d always been so scared in the past to give myself permission to do what I’d wanted. I trusted Boz so much, and I finally nodded.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

Chapter Ten

Bosco

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