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And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Maxim had complete control of my body and for some insane, terrible reason, there was a part of me that was getting off on it.
I hadn’t ever thought something was wrong with me before that moment.
I did now.
When his hand settled on my left cheek, I jumped. In a last-ditch effort of pure desperation, I squirmed and writhed over his knee, trying to break his hold on me and failing completely, which just made my shame spiral that much deeper.
My clit throbbed like a drumbeat as I marched to my own doom, and I closed my eyes.
And then, it began.
There was no way I could have readied myself for that very first smack. I couldn’t say when his hand lifted from my ass. I couldn’t say when it came down either. All I knew was that it hurt.
And it was loud, so loud that it sounded like someone had shot a gun in the middle of the room and that was enough to make me jump again all on its own. His hand was big, and it covered my entire cheek, which made the smack seem that much louder and harder.
Then when the initial shock over the noise faded, the sting followed. The pain felt like a thousand needles stabbing me all at once. I gasped.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
The absolute worst was the way my arousal surged and flooded through my body in response to his firm hand.
I didn’t know how, but it felt like he was punishing my pussy as much as my bare ass and that was worse than the pain of the spanking itself.
“Okay, okay. I’ve learned my lesson now!” I shrieked and he chuckled softly under his breath.
“Oh, malyshka, I’ve barely even begun to punish you,” he answered.
Then his hand lifted, and he smacked me again. My breath rushed out of my lungs.
Again.
And again.
I tried to kick my feet. I dug my one free hand into the bed and tried to crawl away, but nothing I did gained me even an inch. Instead of escape, I was rewarded with several harder slaps to the lower curves of my cheeks, which I quickly discovered stung more than all of the rest.
He spanked all over my backside, from the cusp of my cheeks all the way down to the tops of my thighs and then without warning, the smacks rained down even harder.
I gasped and slammed my lips shut, making a silent vow to myself to keep quiet and take this whole thing without making a sound.
I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
I’d be a brave girl, a twenty-first century one, in fact. It didn’t matter that I felt like a bad little girl right now. It didn’t matter that I was getting punished like a naughty child either.
I was a grown woman, and I could take a spanking. I’d be strong and then when it was over, I’d get out of here and never look back.
This spanking would be nothing more than a bad memory.
I was so determined.
So certain.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Like he had heard what was going on inside of my head, his hand seemingly turned into a piece of wood and when I thought the spanking couldn’t get any harder, it did.
Before I knew what was happening, a yelp escaped me just as a particularly firm smack connected with my upper thigh. Then another, and another, until my cries were echoing throughout the room.
