Page 24 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“I like it when you touch my clit, Sir,” I tell him.

“I know you do,” he replies as he looks at two different paddles hanging on the wall, a plain wooden one and a leather one with a heart imprint.

A little impatient, I inquire, “Are you the type of Dom who skimps on foreplay?”

“For that, I’m going to go with the heavier paddle.”

Shit. There’s no manipulating or getting one over on this guy.

After removing the paddle from the wall, he holds it in front of me. It looks to be about quarter of an inch thick. I have never been spanked with anything that thick before.

“Give it a kiss to show your appreciation,” he instructs.

Doing as told, I kiss the harbinger of pain. He goes to stand behind me and caresses the curve of my ass. I brace myself and wait. And wait.

“Sir?”

“Beg me to spank you.”

“Please spank me, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been a bad girl.”

“Is that because you’re a spoiled princess?”

“Yes.”

“Beg some more.”

“I need to be spanked. I deserve to be spanked–”

The paddle strikes me hard. And because I’m busy talking, I don’t brace myself. The blow would’ve sent me over the bench if I wasn’t tied down to it.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim.

“My subs don’t get to swear,” he says. “Curse again and I’ll double your count.”

“Yes, Sir. One, Sir.”

“Keep begging for the paddle.”

“I need you to spank me badly, Sir. I’ve been so naughty, so spoiled.”

“Your daddy spoil you?”

I see Carmen in the audience smirking.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How?”

“He gives me everything: clothes, vacations, cars.”

“Cars? You have more than one car?”

“I got my first one when I was sixteen but it got totaled.”

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