Page 44 of Sinister Games

“Elizabeth,” I warned.

Shifting against me, her hip ground against my painfully hard cock.

“Please punish me,” she murmured soft and low.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

My only response was a raised eyebrow and stern look.

“Please punish me.” Her lower lip jutted out in a pout. In another woman it would have been a practiced seductive move but not with my Elizabeth. She was guileless and beautiful in this moment.

Giving her one last kiss, I waited till she was pliant in my arms before grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her face down over my lap.

“Richard! Wait!”

Having already unzipped her jeans, they easily slipped low on her hips. Pushing my hand against her lower back, I ripped them down till just above her knees, locking her legs.

“Richard! Stop! This isn’t funny anymore!” Her cries were muffled as she tried to push her mass of golden-chestnut curls out of her face.

“It never was.”

Raising my arm, I leveled the first strike with the flat of my palm on her naked left cheek.

Elizabeth howled as her back arched.

My strike was quickly followed by another and another, alternating between each vulnerable cheek. This would not be the playful sexual spanking I had given her inside that private garden a few nights ago. No. It was time to teach my little one who was in charge.

Each delicate globe bounced and shook as her skin began to blush and bloom a deep crimson.

“Stop! Stop!” Her fingers clawed at the leather car seats as she tried to twist her hips off my lap.

With my arm pressed against her shoulders and her legs tangled in her own jeans, she wasn’t going anywhere.

My palm began to itch and burn from the contact with her skin. I relished the feeling. Savored it. My girl’s first real spanking, one of many. Since I usually preferred to use my belt, I needed this skin on skin punishment to make an impression. Pausing in my ministrations, I rubbed her ass, knowing it would increase her pain and discomfort to have the tight, swollen skin touched.

Her sobs had diminished to soft cries and whimpers by the time I was finished.

“Remember what I told you about pleasure following pain.”

Her face was buried in her hands as she pressed it against the seat.

I gave her a single spank on her now bright red ass cheek.

“Ow! Please! Stop!”

“Then be a good girl and answer me.”

“Yes! Yes! I remember.”

Sliding my right hand between her shoulder blades and down her back, I dipped one finger inside her ass crack.

Elizabeth hissed, then held very still.

My hand continued till I found her wet heat. Pushing two fingers inside her primed pussy, I lifted my hand up to her face.

“Open your mouth.”

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