I shake my head.
She hesitates, holding my gaze before smiling.“No reason to be embarrassed.People practice all kinds of kink.A few swats are harmlessifthey bring you pleasure.”
“Okay,” I mutter.Didthatbring me pleasure?I’m not sure.I understand why he did it.He was testing to see if that particular punishment would keep me from masturbating.It probably worked.I could tolerate the two swats, but barely.I wouldn’t want him to strike harder or slap them a bunch of times.And my pussy… Ouch.
Kinsley lifts my other hand above my head and pulls the paper away from that breast.She leans over and looks closer now that she knows Blaze spanked my tits last night.Sheesh.
“Just out of curiosity, didn’t it hurt?”Kinsley asks.
“Yes.”
“Scale of one to ten?”
“Mmm… Eight.”
“Ouch.And you liked it?”She’s palpating my breast while she asks.
“Not really.”I glance at Blaze.
He’s smirking.Of course he is.
“So it was a trial?”
Blaze shakes his head.“It was discipline.”
I lift my head to glare at him.“Must you tell every single detail about what we do in private?”
He grabs the hand above my head, and presses it against the table.“No.It’s not mandatory, naughty girl.Why am I telling the doctor about our kinky play?”
My breath hitches, and I stare at him, pressing my thighs together.My heart races.I can feel it and hear it.Can they hear it, too?
Blaze kisses me.“Why did I spank your nipples, Victoria?Was it for fun?”
I swallow.
He lifts a brow.
I’m not going to get out of this.“No,” I whisper.
“Tell Kinsley why I spanked your tits, baby.”
“Because I touched them,” I murmur.
“Are you allowed to touch your breasts, Victoria?”
“No.”
“Are you going to do it again?”
“No.”My arousal is flowing out of me, leaking onto the paper gown and the paper below it.I’m soaking the table, and I’m beyond embarrassed, which seems to be making me even hornier.
“Are you allowed to touch your pussy, Victoria?”he presses.
“No.”
“Did you like it when I spanked your clit?”
“No.”