7 Spanking Hard (1/2)

”Elias, can you take the towels, please.”

Elias appears and sweeps them away, leaving me alone and naked with Mattias.

What will he do to me now?

He sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for my hand. I let him take it, not realizing what his plan is for me. He draws me close to the side of his thigh, gives me a gentle tug and I pitch forward over his lap with a surprised gasp.

”Now for that spanking I promised you,” he says in that firm, stern tone.

”What?”

”Girl, when you are sold, if you disobey a man the way you disobeyed me today, you will be punished far more thoroughly than this. Best you learn now over my knee.”

His hand comes down on my ass. Hard. And then it comes down again. And again. The sting is not unbearable, but it is more pain than I want to bear and the more his hand lands, the more the pain builds.

My father threatened to spank me a few times, but he never did. He doted on me. I have never been hurt by way of discipline before, and I don't like it. The pain is seeping into my blood, making it run hot with energy I cannot control.

My hips are rising, even though they should be sliding away. It's as if I am arching myself into the slaps, taking them eagerly even though they hurt. I don't recognize myself in this moment. I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know why I am enjoying what should be nothing but humiliating pain.

”You will obey my orders directly and swiftly,” Mattias lectures me. ”You will not talk back, ask questions, or disobey. You will work your hardest to please me at every given moment.”

”Well, that's not happening,” I mutter.

The spanking stops. Mattias lifts his voice. ”Elias, I left that strap in the bathing chamber. Could you get it for me, please?”