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I grinned at what I saw—and smelled. Her drool was thick and copious, glistening within the swollen, almost quivering lips of her cunt. She was deeply aroused, and what was better was that it was certainlynotfrom her vibrator. She’d had plenty of time to cool down from that. No, this was quite something else firing her arousal.

“My God, Lola. Your pussy is leaking like a fucking faucet. Are you actually gettingexcitedat the prospect of being spanked?”

“No! I… I don’t know why it’s doing that. I’m not that kind of…”

But I wasn’t even listening to her, staring at the slot of her incredibly aroused, wet, and fragrant sex. I wanted to fuck her so badly I could taste it. But this had to be taken care of first.

Even so, I couldn’t resist, driving two fingers inside her. She moaned as I did it, her pussy so wet I could hear it giving way to the thrust of my digits. I pushed them in all the way to the knuckles, tickling the rounded, firm nose of her cervix. She jerked each time I did it, which made me want to do it more. “Does it hurt when your cervix is played with? Or does it turn you on even more? Does it make you come, or does it make you comebecauseit hurts?”

“Ohfuck,” she hissed, pushing back slightly as I forced a third finger inside her. “Yes… no, it doesn’t hurt. It’s just so… intense.”

I kept going, thrusting harder and harder, planting my hand upon her lower back, pinning her over the side of the tub in order to give me better leverage to push even more firmly into her.

Working her that way higher and higher, I ruthlessly stirred up more of her wetness until it was dripping down off of my fingers onto the tile below. Then just as she began to pant, I swiftly pulled out.

She moaned loudly, driving her hips back toward me. “Please… oh, God, please keep going.”

“Do you think you deserve it? Do you think I should make you come after I found you spanking the muffin on the clock? Like a dirty whore?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer. “No, I think the only one who’s going to be coming today is going to be me. But first we have something to take care of, don’t we?”

Pinning her more firmly over the side of the tub, I smacked her ass crisply, my wet fingers curling around the edge of her hip. I slapped the other side even harder, loving the way her flesh rippled and jiggled. Right and left, I alternated back and forth, steadily increasing the tempo until within a minute I was smacking her ass harshly, the timing of the spanks like a metronome, ensuring every inch of her skin was reddened. Soon enough she began to groan, then cry out at each blow. But still I kept going, smacking her harder and harder, pausing every now and then to slip a finger or two inside her hot, dripping cunt. She was enjoying this, pain or not. And so was I.

Determined to ensure she learned her lesson, I took up especially harsh blows, striking up from below. Lifting each of her plump buttocks upon my cruel palm, pausing each time to watch her flesh bound and wobble wildly. Making a girl feel her own bottom jiggling obscenely under discipline amplified the objectification, the humiliation of being corrected in a deeply primitive, embarrassing way.

With a final flurry of especially cruel slaps, I peppered the lower curves of her ass, then marched blow after blow down the lengths of her bare thighs, her thin stockings giving her scant protection against the tender mercies of my hard palm.

Then finishing up with the final few blows, grinning at the appearance of a couple of purple marks across the middle curve of her left buttock—those would be bruising in the next couple of days—I finally ceased her punishment. I clasped her bottom, a warning, and merely watched her in silence, drinking in the moment, savoring her desperation and embarrassment still more.

“I want you to stay there for five minutes, your head down, your red, punished bottom waving in the air to display the results of your shameful behavior.” I stood then, watching her closely to be sure she didn’t balk. “While you’re down there, I want you to think about what you did. About how sorry you are that you disobeyed me, that you disappointed me. And then I want you to make a promise to yourself that you’ll do better. When you think you properly learned your lesson here, you’re to immediately go to your room.”

She made a shocked sound. “My… my room? You… you’re sending me to… myroom?”

“Of course. You need to think long and hard about this, about what happens when you disobey me. When I’m ready to talk, I’ll come get you. But you are not to leave that room until I do. Do you understand?”

“I… I guess.”

“No guessing. Or maybe I have haven’t spanked you enough to get you thinking clearly?”

“No! I mean, yes, I… okay. I’ll stay in my room. Sir.” Her voice began to break on that last word.

“You’re a good girl, most of the time. But I’ll bedamnedif I won’t hold you accountable each and every time you decide to be selfish, to succumb to your lusts and your shameful desires. I’ll be here, every time, to be sure you walk the straight and narrow, Lola Grant. And don’t you ever forget it.”

I strode for the door then, trying to adjust my erection into a position, any position at all, that wasn’t agony. My cock was so hard, it was tangling in my underwear, and I desperately extricated it, angling it down one leg of my slacks. I sighed, finally getting a modicum of relief.

Looking back at her one last time, I smiled to myself, pleased at the swiftness, harshness, and most important,appropriatenessof her spanking. She deserved her correction, and both of us knew it.

What I hadn’t known was how insanely turned on meting out her painful discipline was going to make me.

I needed to fuck Lola, and right now.

But still, I waited.

I left the bathroom then, to the dulcet tones of her muted, quiet weeping.

My God, she’s fucking perfect.

CHAPTER19

Lola

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