Chapter 65 - Spanking Her (1/2)

The cold air that blew over her flesh and made her shiver was all the reminder to Arianna that her butt was in the air and pointing right at Marcel.

She was mortified to death!

”Red looks so good on your skin,” Marcel appreciated her sincerely even though he sounded more like a pervert right now.

”Please, let me go,” Arianna begged him, her face red with shame. This was improper.

But he said, ”Honestly, there was a possibility of me forgiving you, but that was until you stole my panty. A bad bunny needs to be taught her place,” he laughed wickedly.

Arianna began to panic, ”No, no, Marcel, don't you dare -!”

Pah!

Marcel slapped her ass cheek with no warning and Arianna screamed, not out of pain but anguish. How dare he spank her? Even as a kid, her father had never done that for once when he was alive. Who gives Marcel the damn right then?!

”You bastard!” She cursed him,” I swear to God, the instant I make it out of here, I'll make sure you regret -!”

Pah!

Another slap sounded on her bottom and Arianna let out a pained gasp this time. Marcel was a bastard, there was no gentle warm-up, he hit her hard.

”You seem to like talking,” Marcel said through gritted teeth as he slapped a corner of her ass that was quite fleshy and it bounced.

Arianna whimpered helplessly, each stinging slap made her ass hurt and there was nothing she could do to free herself.

Pah!

Pah!

Pah!

Five more slaps sounded on her ass cheeks and Arianna knew she couldn't take it anymore. She was not as strong as she thought. If Marcel continued to hit her this way, she might not be able to sit with her butt for a week.

So when Marcel hit her for the sixth time, she gave up.

”Stop please,” Arianna cried out, ”Stop it, Marcel. It hurts already. Fine, I'm sorry,” she pleaded with him, her tears sinking into the bed where the side of her face was pressed into. She was at Marcel's mercy and only he could save her right now.

”Oh, you're sorry now?!” There was a sadistic smile on Marcel's face as he hit her butt once again.

A sob tore from Arianna's throat as she said, ”Yes, I'm sorry. Make it stop, please. It hurts,”

”Did you consider that the properties you destroyed must be feeling the same if they could speak,” He growled, slapping her ass cheeks once again.

Arianna growled, feeling the burning need to gouge out that bastard's eyes. Does he plan to kill her with spanks? Her ass must be bruising by now. Arianna began to regret ever having something to do with Marcel. The man was a psychopath.

”I told you, I would punish you so hard you would never think of disobeying me again,” Marcel reminded her of his promise and she trembled.

”Please,” Arianna begged him. She could have gotten on her knees, well, tactically, she was on her knees - except her hands wouldn't be bound and she would be kowtowing.

The sight was wicked, Marcel reasoned.

Arianna was everything he wanted and imagined to be. The sight of her ass lifted in the air gave him a hard-on that threatened to tear down his self-control.

The temptation was so great that Marcel had to remind himself that Arianna was the enemy and the enchantress he couldn't get involved with. He wasn't stupid enough to get romantically involved with her nor was he ready to murder more of his people for her ever again.

The first time had been out of anger and a mistake, the second time wouldn't. No, there would not be a second time.

However, the sight of her ass clad in that sexy red panty made his blood rage. He had bought that panty as a reserve since he had the habit of tearing the ones his dates wore in the heat of the moment.

Yeah, getting rid of panties was his kink.

So he got those for when the morning came since most of them had the habit of taking his shorts. Unfortunately, he was quite possessive of his clothes - Well, he was quite possessive of a lot of things.

Hence, to preserve his shorts, he got the panties, but he wasn't able to put them into use because Macy took over. But now, it seems the rightful owner of the panty has arrived.