Amusement pranced in his eyes again at my misery. He actually found it delightful that I struggled to roll the words off my tongue. But he wanted me to say it. He flashed clenched teeth, a slight smile on his lips. He was prodding me, urging me like a coach, to say the words I dreaded to say because they exposed too much about myself, things no one on earth knew. Well, no one but Logan. And he knew the second he’d laid eyes on me. I was not going anywhere, and he was not, would not be letting go of my arm until I said it.
I cleared my throat and straightened my back and shoulders. I shifted my gaze from his mouth—rose petal lips and perfect teeth I imagined grazing down my neck and inner thighs—back up to his all-seeing eyes. I swear I gulped down chalk dust right before I muttered, “Do you mean spanking? That you’re going to spank me?”
“No.”
“No?” I cried, with the unfortunate lacing of annoyance. Heat engulfed my face. What the hell was all that then! A trip over his knee? What the heck did he mean? Was I wrong about him?
His barely-there but definitely-there smirk told me I’d reacted exactly as he’d hoped. “A spanking is something delightful and fun, some playful smacks you might get on your birthday. Or it might be something erotic serving as foreplay, that you can stop at any time with a cute, magical safeword.”
I knew where he was going and cast a sideways glance. The audience of poker players was unified in its silent watch, mouths agape and surely watering.
“I am saying, you can choose. Take a trip downtown or bend over my knee, which means, precisely, that I can and will rip down your panties and thrash your ass with whatever I want, for as long as I want, until you’re candy-apple red and wailing and screaming my name so loudly they can hear you in China. You won’t have any exit pass, sorry. You wouldn’t get that option with a headmaster.”
He knew. I twitched, fuck it, and he smirked again, more openly that time. He rightly assumed I’d know about safewords too. I’m not sure if normal people know their purpose, but his mention of it proved to me he knew exactly what kind of person I was, and that he had at least a basic knowledge of BDSM. He knew to say that and that it would leave me with a craving to press my belly to his thighs without even a hint of contest.
“This is a punishment. But, you deserve to be punished in a way you’ll never forget, for all of the naughty things you’ve done this evening. Don’t you agree, Addison?”
I juiced up, nearly swooned in delirium. Was this seriously happening? This hot guy was going to spank me? Over his freaking knee! And there’d be no way out? Did I get knocked out and land in a coma when I smashed into the ground? That was my ultimate, ultimate fantasy, the one that always made me come the quickest. Unable to speak, I gathered the hem of my skirt into my fist and squeezed because it was the only thing close enough to hold onto. Aside from him. “Um...”
“You cannot leave here without paying up. So what is your choice?”
Although I was turned on about giving up control and yielding my butt for his whims of pain and punishment, I was also scared out of my mind. I had never done that. I’ve never been brave enough to say the words, to ask for what I truly crave. I mean, how do you ask for that without coming across like the freak? Sure, I’d thought about it, a lot, but to actually do it, to go there? With every cell of my body, I knew there’d be no turning back. And I don’t mean with the spanking. If I did that, gave in to him, it would surely not only hurt like hell, I would also never, ever be the same. It would unleash the kinky sub devil inside me, and what if I couldn’t put it back? But getting chastised by the police, likely slapped with a community service order, maybe even kicked out of college? Yeah, that couldn’t happen. One night of blissful torment or the entire collapse of my life? Not even a tough choice. It was a risk I had to take. I’d just have to deal with the volcano.
“Um, if I choose Option B, will you keep the police and the dean out of this? Do you swear?”
“I give you my word. Your grievances will be settled. But you will need to insist that your House never does this again. I don’t care what you have to do to get that bitch to stop, just make sure that you do.”
Scratching my prickly neck, I looked at the table of onlookers. I couldn’t wait to escape their nauseating, horny gazes. Gappy’s cock already poked up in his pants like a flag staff. Good god, he was still rubbing it, more than before. Logan would take me up to his room, or maybe he had a whole wing I don’t know, and do his worst ... his absolutely wonderful worst. “Okay.”
“Okay, what. Spell out your choice, in front of these men.”
Dizziness jingled in my head. Damn. “You are right. I have behaved poorly and deserve a fitting punishment for my misdeeds, so I, Addison Montgomery, … surrender … to your knee … and am willing to receive whatever pain that entails, and I will make sure my House never does this again.”
“Fine,” he said coldly.
When he released me, I massaged circulation back into my arm. I searched his eyes for warmth or satisfaction with my choice, but it just wasn’t there.
“Walk out of this room, continue to the right down the hall and turn right again at the end, into the dining hall. Bring an armless chair back here.”
My lungs began to quicken, body, shake. “Wait. Nooo. You’re going to spank me here?” I looked at the table of gawkers, every one of them beaming like the Cheshire cat, then back at him. “You can’t! I didn’t know that was a part of the deal.”
“Certainly. It’s my father’s house you egged and his guests you disrupted. I think it’s only fitting they get to bear witness to your severe correction. Don’t you agree?”
“Um, no, I … Can we please settle this matter privately?”
“No. Do you wish to renege?”
“No, but...” I was nearly hyperventilating. Moisture clawed out of my tear ducts and gathered on the lids. “Please, Logan,” I begged, hands clasped together.
“Go get the chair, Addison.”
I shut myself into darkness and took deep breaths. Tears finally spilled, leaving wet trails on my face. One slid toward the corner of my mouth and I caught it with the tip of my tongue. Those five words, so decadently spoken in a lower octave, his tone, so resolute and unflinching, punched my gut. I was crazy, totally insane, because, like a robot, without the option of declining its designer, I opened my eyes, spun on my heels and did exactly as he asked. I had to. From somewhere deep inside, this block rose up, leaving me unable to resist. I couldn’t. I have no idea why, but I yearned, ached to make him happy, to not let him down. No, that wasn’t entirely true. In all honesty, I wanted him to find me worthy. Maybe then, my life could begin, and I could be free from the strangling confines of a vanilla world that would consider me a deviant or a mar on the hear-me-roar mentality of womankind. In spite of the horror and humiliation I felt about being spanked in front of these drooling farts, I also couldn’t wait to feel Logan’s hands on me. As I pictured laying across his legs, zaps assaulted my stomach and spiraled downward like beautiful, glowing streams of fireworks.
On the way back to the game room with the chair, I was shaking so badly from the emotional collision, I nearly dropped it three times. Trick-or-treaters at the door noticed me, and Geoffrey turned toward me, candy bowl in his hands. It was better that I couldn’t see his expression. It likely held a vomitus smile, or maybe a scowl, because he was stuck on door duty instead of free to watch the show.
Logan made me do this, go get this chair, to heighten my shame. And it was working. I gulped down gravel and tried to disguise my tremble and walk smoothly into the room of waiting, wide eyeballs, but I knew I looked like a trashed vagabond with Parkinson’s.
As I made my way over, I zoned in on Logan’s hands, so clean and smooth, nails perfectly short, but surely not from nibbling. This dude had balls of steel. And with balls on my mind, suddenly, I saw myself on all fours in front of him, sucking the skin of his sac and taking an entire nut into my mouth, where my tongue could roll around it like one of thos
e big, round lollipops you see at the drugstore. Banana split came to mind. Did guys even like that? With the twisted way my mind bent, who knew. Gosh, I was disgusting! I didn’t even know this guy. Why were his balls in my mouth!
“Very good, Addison.” His eyes gleamed and his lips tilted into a comical smirk, all Bruce Willis-like, as if he knew some joke I didn’t … or exactly what I was picturing.
A bouquet of flames bloomed in my face. I hope he didn’t actually know where his balls just were. God, what a slut. I set the chair facing the poker table in front of the couch that faced the players, but Logan turned it away about 30 degrees. Great. I knew then that he was right handed and that the present company would get a much better view of the smacking action and the reddening of my butt.
One guy with his back to the spank-a-rama twisted his seat.
The growing, internal blaze slicked up my forehead, crawled down my neck, tore into my chest cavity and singed my lungs. I closed my eyes and forced a deep breath.
A light draft swept up my arms from his change in position and the chair let out a creak as he sat.
I was still shaking, but a new shiver rolled up my body too. My tummy roiled and my heart fell into a frenzy. I was terrified and horrified and also … deeply, utterly aroused. I took in a full inhale through my nose and exhaled through a quivering pout.
“Let’s go. You know why this needs to happen.”
I knew he was not talking about the spanking directly. He meant the whole event, me and him going over this unthinkable and delectable threshold together, exposing a part of ourselves, right now, in front of a freaking audience.
I let out the whiney mew of a four-year-old and cringed as I stepped toward him. He clasped the tops of my fingers and dragged my arm down at his side to bend me over him. I’d planned on sexily gliding my feet back to get into position, but in my 3-inchers, my feet slid back before my hands even reached the floor, and I crashed down onto his lap. He chortled. With one palm, I stuffed my face-plant into the 18", fudge ripple tiles and pushed myself back up so my hips were over his right thigh. I joined my hands together on the marble and dug my toes in, legs extended. I still felt like I was going to fall over his knees and onto the floor.
“Ask. Beg me for it.”
Uh, good god. My eyelids fluttered madly and my core squeezed at an emptiness that instantly became jam-packed with savage lust. “Mmm … uh...” I paused and closed my eyes. Three, then four heavy breaths rushed out of me, and my body took on a new tremble. “Ah, uh, spank me, please,” scuttled out like barbed wire, but I almost capped it off with, “Sir.” Shit! I quickly morphed the hiss into a cough.
“As you wish.” His fluttering fingers tickled my legs as he raked the babydoll up my thighs. My body was awakened, so hyper-alert to his slightest touch. “Thank you for not making me wait, but that will not earn you any mercy from me. You’ve committed many offenses this evening that you must punished for. We will be finished when, and only when, I feel you’ve paid your due.” When the hem reached the edges of my red lace panties, his other hand gathered the babydoll up slowly inch by inch over my butt and red bra strap. He then smoothed it out over my shoulders with the softest stroke. His floating caress twirled down my back and bottom and legs like a dozen butterflies.
He tucked his left arm firmly around my torso, and that, combined with the fine sculpture of his thighs, brought me some stability. I no longer felt like I was going to fall off his lap, but I was still hurtling down a fast track into an abyss of perversion.
As if he could still read my mind, he untied my angel wings and spun them to the floor. It felt so symbolic, especially that he did it, him clipping my wings and tossing away my innocence like that. No one could see with me facing the opposite way, but I kissed the air, kissed that unspanked, ungroped, virgin girl goodbye. In the next few seconds, I’d be able to check the first one off my to-do list, and after this, I knew I’d be hungry to chase the rest. He also stripped off my halo, the devil tail tied around my waist and my horned headband, along with the bobby pins in my hair that he was now gliding his fingers through. They clustered together on the floor. Now, I was no longer any kind of angel or devil.
Just Addison.
Sick, naughty Addison.
On his lap in surrender.
Waiting to be spanked.
Because I so richly deserved it.
Hot Logan began kneading my bottom and thighs with a mix of hard and soft grabs, and he roamed his swirling caress around. He tossed in some pinches too. He was purposely building my anticipation and nervousness, making me wait for the best and worst part.
I trembled on his leg altar but tensed up, dreading yet craving contact with his firm hand, that first chastising slap, promising more and more and more, with no way out.
I was so glad he was wearing jeans instead of lighter pants. Hopefully, he was unaware of the sticky dew dribbling out of me.
A smack finally landed on both cheeks. It fell in between gentle and firm, as if he wasn’t quite sure how hard to hit. I was kind of disappointed, actually. This was my first spanking ever, and I mean ever, so I really wanted that first smack to drop my jaw and make me yelp. What the hell! He kept up with that same kind of half-assed spank, over and over, planting it on individual cheeks, sometimes both, in between kneading massages and caresses, but he wasn’t really putting any muscle into it. Was he just jerking me around, afraid to strike? Hit me, damn it! What happened to his promise of a red ass? Maybe he was not the force to be reckoned with I assumed he was. He did it again and again, all around. He was very thorough, I gotta give him that, covering every inch of my rear end and even working his way down the tops of my thighs.
My breaths were building, and it was not my imagination I’m sure, that the sudden seizure of my lungs directly coincided with an increase in his intensity, rhythm and strength. Spank, spank, spank now held a cadence that bested seconds and I was winded and shivering. God this was amazing.
“You have behaved...like a rotten...spoiled...mindless child...So it’s only fitting...you be punished like one.”
His words were beautiful. I wanted him to speak to me, chastise me so much more. That heightened the pleasure of this spanking tenfold. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying a punishment this much, but I couldn’t help it. I loved everything about it, especially with the addition of his sexy voice telling me how bad I was and how much I deserved this. He was relentless, with no pauses at all in his delivery of yummy, wonderful smacks. The sound of hit after hit, of flesh meeting flesh, and him raining down on me, making me all rosy and warm, filled a room that was otherwise eerily silent except for the crackling fire. I was in heaven.
“This will not...end...until you have learned...a very…harsh...lesson.”
Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I got an ex-boyfriend to plant a couple slaps on my butt, which took two hours of acting like a brat, but they were so limp-handed and playful, I wanted to grab his shirt and shake him. No, this, this was the way to be spanked.
Though it was bad and crazy, I kind of wished he would spank me every day, or at least, once a week. How on earth could I ever go back to the pale, sting-free hell I’d been in, now that I’ve tasted the peppery pleasure of a spanking done right? I can’t live without this. I can’t.
I knew this would happen. Knew it. This Logan dude was trashing me, branding himself in my mind, totally ruining me forever.
“I will not let up...until kisses...and even the softest touches”—three spanks came in quick succession—“burn you like flames.”
Kisses?! What? Was he going to be kissing my ass? I moaned at the thought. Uh, I sure hoped so … and felt wonderfully slutty for hoping so.
CHAPTER 2
I loved being across Logan Thorndike’s lap. I loved the feel of his hands on me, and the slaps, again and again, on the surface of my cheeks. I loved being punished for my naughtiness, in this way, especially by him. I bet it will be even better when h
e bares my bottom. Will he yank or slide my panties off? Or will he make me stand and ask me to pull them down, right in front of these pervy poker players? Any of those scenarios made me burn hot.
As he kept going and going, stings sprouted everywhere and lingered, and they still bit when he returned to meet them again. The sore spots and a lovely, blossoming heat merged into a web of extreme sensitivity across my whole backside. I grinned, picturing the blushing hue he was creating.
“Addison...You’ve been so bad today...and I’m not really sure...how long this butt bashing will last...or how much I will deliver...but I expect…a lot...so it is very...important...for you to get...this warm-up...Do you understand?”
Warm-up? What the... It was actually starting to hurt now, to get really uncomfortable. I was squirming and wincing, now tensing up for the blows. This was a warm-up? He stopped spanking me and was back to the massages and soft tickles. They still felt good. For now, even with the stings, any touch on my butt felt spectacular.
I gasped when he slid fingers under the lacy edge of my panties. He stopped right at the top of my crack. He was going to touch me! Fuck yes! Do it. Maybe he was waiting for some objection from me since this wasn’t part of our deal, but hell, no, I’m not stopping him. I was done with being an angel stuck at second due to wimpification rather than shyness or some standard of morality urging me to be good. I knew I was bad, and I was always terrified to discover exactly how bad. But the ravenous hunger Logan was stirring up devoured every morsel of my anxiety, and my suppressed slut was tumbling out, all free and colorful and filthy. Astonishingly, I didn’t hate her one bit.
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