Page 28 of Damaged Princess

How the hell is he so strong? I'm out of breath and fighting with everything I've got in me and he's barely putting any effort into holding me down. His forearm stays across my lower back, but his free hand runs over the back of my head.

"If you try to cover your bottom it's going to hurt like hell," Vik says, running his hand up my arm. I fling it off and he laughs. "Truly, I would've been extremely disappointed if you weren't a brat for your first spanking. We're doing this bare-bottom. Any objections, princess?"

My knee finally connects with his hip.

Success! I push and shove, but make no progress. Or not so successful.

I'm not sure how he does it, but Vik pins both my hands in one of his on the arm of the couch and manages to lock my thighs in place with the other forearm.

"You're allowed to fight, up until the point I'm afraid you might hurt yourself. Remember, the only one allowed to hurt you is me." The dark promise in his words makes my clit ache. It's kinda deranged how hot that thought makes me. My pussy grinds against his thigh.

He chuckles in response.

"Only good girls get to come during their spankings. And you, Anastasia, have been a very naughty girl."

I whimper. The scent of my perfume floods the room despite its large size.

"Please?" I beg. "I'll be good."

"I'm going to bare your bottom now," Vik says. Yanking my dress up, he bunches it around my hips. "Although this won't be in the way, I think we'll both enjoy it more like this." Huge hands cup my hips, pulling my thong down to mid-thigh. "That's it, sweet girl, don't fight me."

It's not until he says the words that I realize I stopped. His huge rough finger traces the seam of my sex and I wiggle my legs wider. His cock is hard underneath my belly and suddenly my system is aching for him.

"Hands up here," he says, guiding them back to the arm rest. "I won't hold them down unless you try to block me or rub."

"T-Thank you." It comes out shaky.

"That's a good girl," Vik growls. The sharp aching sting that lands on my ass is unexpected even if I knew it was coming. His hand bounces off my ass without warning. I wiggle against him, but I keep my hands where he said. With how hard his palm is landing on my backside, I know it would hurt even worse if he accidentally got my fingers.

The pain intensifies with each powerful slap. He doesn't stay in the same place, his hand peppers each cheek and my discomfort ratchets up.

"Shit, Vik," I groan. It takes everything in me to keep my hands up and try not to rub away the ache or block the next swat.

"None of that," Vik barks. He pauses, then asks, "What are you being spanked for?"

"Because you're an asshole?"

"Wrong answer," Vik says, his voice full of amusement. His hand isn't playful as it lands in full force on my ass. The sharp flicks of pain turn to a deep, radiating ache that settles itself right in my gut. I yank my hands up and my arms twist. My fingers land on my backside, trying to cover the sting.

Shit. I was supposed to keep them on the arm-rest. It wasn't even a conscious choice. He's not playing around and it really hurts.

My body goes rigid. I'm not sure why, but I go stiff as a board. If that's what he can do to my ass I can only imagine how badly it would hurt if he got me somewhere else. And I just broke a rule.

Vik pauses.

"Shh," he coos. "It's okay. I'm going to hold your hands here." His thumb runs over my palm as he pins my wrist to my lower back. He brings the other up and holds them in one of his giant hands. "What color are you, princess?"

I didn't forget about that option, but it never got bad enough that I needed it to stop. I hum as I evaluate what I'm feeling. It sucks, but it's not even close to unmanageable.

Call red and all this stops.

Or so he says.

There's a weird feeling in my gut when I think about disappointing him. Lying feels like cheating my way out of a situation I got myself in to.

I'd kind of like to see if some of this guilt really does dissipate after I've been punished.

"Greenish-yellow?" I say, but it sounds like a question to my own ears.

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