Page 30 of Ghost Ribbon

When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, lips swollen and wet, eyes glassy. A thin string of saliva connected us for a second before it broke.

“You’ll pay for that little stunt.”

He spun me around roughly and bent me over the front of the car. The position was humiliating. My chest pressed against the hood, ass pushed out toward him, legs spread just enough by his knee. My cheek scraped against the metal as I tried to push myself up, but he held me down with one strong hand between my shoulder blades.

“Wait, what are you doing?!” I gasped, panic spiking as I felt him yanking my pants and underwear down. My bare ass was on full display.

I really wished I was more like Rei and could turn around and hit him in the balls for this, but I couldn’t. So instead I started cursing him in Italian, the words spilling out fast and frantic because I was too terrified to say them in English. I knew if I called him names he understood, he might actually kill me. “Non toccarmi, cazzo—”

A smack landed on my ass. I yelped loudly.

“Keep running that mouth and I’ll give you something worth screaming about,” Alexei warned as his large hand rubbed over the reddening mark he had left.

His fingers dug into my hip, holding me in place as I squirmed, still bent over the hood, pants around my thighs. “Let go…” I whimpered, the fight draining as another firm smack landed on my other cheek. “Alexei… "

Smack.

“Start counting, Malyshka.”

I didn’t understand what that word meant, but I was too overwhelmed to think about it. My mind was spinning.

Smack.

“One,” I gasped out.

“Good boy,” Alexei murmured, his hand rubbing over the burning skin tenderly before pulling back and delivering another slap to the other cheek.

“Two!” I yelped, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth hood of the car, trying to find something to hold onto. My face was pressed against the metal, cheek burning as much as my ass was burning from his hand.

He didn’t give me time to recover. Another slap, then another, alternating cheeks. Each one was harder than the last.

“Three - ah! Four… five!” My voice cracked on the last one as a particularly hard smack landed right where my ass met my thigh. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

“Such a pretty little ass,” he rubbed his palm over the reddened skin. “Turning such a nice shade of red for me. You like this, don’t you, Malyshka?”

I whimpered, shaking my head even as my cock, traitorously hard, twitched against the side of the car. “No… I don’t - six! Ah - seven!”

He chuckled darkly, landing two quick, stinging slaps in succession on the same spot. The pain made my knees buckle, but he held me firmly in place with one hand on my lower back.

“Eight - nine!” I cried out, tears now slipping down my cheeks. My ass felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight and sensitive. But for some sick reason, each hit was sending heat straight to my cock, making it leak against the car. I hated how my body was reacting.

Alexei’s hand paused, squeezing one sore cheek roughly, making me hiss.

He brought his hand down again.

“Ten!” I sobbed, the count breaking into a whimper. I didn’t know if I was crying because of the pain or because I was so hard I wanted to come.

“Eleven… twelve… please—” He was being thorough, covering every inch of my ass and upper thighs.

“Thirteen….ahh! Fourteen!” I was crying openly now, face wet against the hood.

“Keep counting, Malyshka. I want to hear how sorry you are.”

“Fifteen!” I gasped, voice wrecked. “I’m sorry….sixteen! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean….seventeen!”

Alexei’s hand came down again, harder. “Look at this fucking mess you’re making.” His voice was low and filthy. “Your pretty little cock is leaking all over the side of my car. Dripping for me like a needy slut while I paint this ass red. You feel that? How wet you’re getting just from being punished?”

I sobbed against the hood, hips jerking helplessly as another thick bead of precum slid down my shaft and smeared against the cold metal. “N-nineteen…ah….twenty!” My voice broke completely. My cock throbbed hard, the head shiny and wet, more precum pulsing out with every stinging slap. It was humiliating. I couldn’t stop it.