Page 15 of Bronson

“That hurts! Please… stop!” she shouts.

I stop. I rest my hand on her bottom. It’s hot to the touch.

“That hurts! Please… stop!” she shouts.

I stop immediately, removing my hand from her body.

“Look at me, Paige.”

She twists until her eyes meet mine.

“Do you want the punishment to end?”

She draws several unsteady breaths. “No. I just needed a moment.”

“You said stop. I stop. Do you understand?”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

“You have to choose this. Do you? Choose to be punished by me?”

After a moment, she whispers, “Yes.”

“And are you ready to present yourself for a taste of my belt?”

“No!” I raise my hand in the air, letting it hover over her ass. “I meant, no… I’m not ready, but I will… I’ll⁠—”

“Very good. Hop down from my lap.”

She scoots herself over my legs, her feet finding the floor. Her face is red. Her hair a mess. Tears prick at her eyes. But she’s looking much more submissive. Gazing up at me shyly, she awaits direction.

I want to bend her over that desk and fuck her. Lean my face down in her cunt and lick her. But that’s not why we are here.

I’m simply punishing a girl who’s stolen from me.

I point to the side of the desk. “Bend yourself over the edge of the desk.” I take off my suit jacket, tossing it onto the chair. I shrug, loosening my muscles.

She steps out of her already halfway down pants. They fall to the floor. A deep blush rises in her already pink face as she shuffles over to the desk. Not the easiest task when your panties are wrapped tightly around the tops of your thighs.

Pressing her bare hips against the edge of the desk, she folds her torso over, laying her arms on the desktop. She gives me a pitiful look over her shoulder. One that makes me want to gather her into my arms. Swallowing hard, I resist the urge.

Her voice is tiny as she asks, “Like this?”

My throat tight, I reply, “Good girl. Just like that.”

I stand behind her, my thighs almost touching the backs of hers. Hands on either hip, I slowly tuck my fingers into the sides of her bunched-up panties. I tug them down, pulling them over her thighs and they drop to the floor.

I take a step back. My gaze devours her. “Spread your legs just a touch.”

“Like this?” She takes a little step apart. The crackling of her wetness fills the room. I can smell the musky scent of her arousal, her desire. I can just see a peek of the bare lips of her pussy. I hold in a groan.

She is clean shaven.

I’d never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of Paige’s ass, red from my spanking, thighs spread and a glimpse of her wet, wanting pussy.