He pulled back from me, but I was a puddle now, still tingling on my ear and in my well of passion. He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty?
“I think your face should get redder than that ass and that embarrassment should linger in your gut for days, so much so, that you don’t even have to recall the event, it’s just there, constantly biting at your bits and making you burn. I think your stomach and legs should tremble so much, you’re convinced they’ve turned to Jell-O. I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. You shouldn’t be here getting your kinky kicks for free on my dime. I can punish you right, but you’d have to follow me into the darkness and do exactly as I ask. It wouldn’t be pretty. That’s option one. Or you can take the safer road and let me top you off at eight hundred with my hand, or a hairbrush perhaps, and you can leave here, knowing you didn’t get the punishment you truly deserved.” He took his hand off my mouth, slid out of my truth and slowly sucked my blabbermouth juice off his fingers. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. “Mmm. You are the peach. If I took a ripened slice, dipped it in butter and sugar and gave it a sprinkle of salt and pepper, it wouldn’t be as delectable, but it would be very close to the taste of you. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison.”
I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.”
His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no backing out.”
“I made my choice and will hold to it.”
“Very well.” He clutched my arm and escorted me back into the game room. The gawkers stopped muttering amongst themselves, their attention drawn back to the spectacle of me. “We’re almost done then. Lay down on the ottoman.”
I set my knee on the 4' x 4' leather square and he clutched by arm. “No. On your back.”
“What? Why?” I shuddered as he let go of me, unbuckled his belt and jerked it out of the loops. Seriously? My butt couldn’t take much more. And he was going to belt me? Though I did all but tell him to ‘bring it’, I fell to pieces.
“Well, you’ve been corrected for the eggs and disruptions, but you still need to be punished for dressing so slutty and for cursing when I told you not to. Since you’re practically naked, sharing far too much of your body with the public, you are going to show off more and be spanked in the most exposing, most humiliating position. Now … get on your back.”
I still had absolutely no clue what he meant. What position? I followed his instructions and got on my back, thighs flat on the ottoman, knees bent at the edge. He set his knee beside me and began drawing my bent legs up toward my chest. Oh my freaking god. I now knew what he meant. Shit, shit. There’d be no escape from their gazes with me like this. And with me balder than Charlie Brown right now, they’d see everything. Every—thing. I guess that was the point. Yeah, I was hot in the face and gooey inside and begging him for another way with my pleading, prickling eyes. Like this? Really? He wasn’t joking about darkness, about burning!
“Please.” Sobs tripped out of me and tears finally fell, rolling into my hair.
He slid fingers through my hair and mouthed, “You know you need this.” He pressed my bent knees up to my ears. “Very good. Wrap your arms around and hold your legs here, steady. I don’t want to see them drop at all. If you do, I will add to your lashes.” He dragged his index finger up and down my crack and over my hole, wet slit and clit. “Yes, Addison. We can all see the entirety of your wet pussy and your cute little backdoor, especially since you were so thoughtful to remove all your pubes.”
I cried in embarrassment.
“Bad, bad girl. You’re due five on your bottom in this humiliating, tell-all position.”
He doubled the belt, flung his arm back and whipped it down on me, landing with a crack that shot through the room.
I yowled and bucked up, letting go of my legs.
“Make that six. Hold your legs.”
“I’m trying.” I whimpered, clutched tighter, waiting for the belt strike.
It came swiftly and I screamed. “Ow, ow.”
“Four more.”
He fired two fierce lashes in a row, not letting me catch my breath.
I sobbed and shook. I was exhausted and prayed for the next two to be over, but this phase totally worked. I did feel bad for my actions, as well as foolish and sorry for chucking the eggs and dressing like a whore, all to impress my crazy House. And Logan had known how much I needed that revelation.
He tapped me, rubbed the belt over me teasingly and made me wait at least thirty seconds between blows. The last lick felt like it cut me or something and I shrieked. The smart it left behind had me bawling.
I went to get up, and he said, “Not yet.”
“Aren’t we done? I thought it was over. You said six. And I really do feel sorry now.”
“I said on your bottom. There’s still the matter of you getting turned on by all this. I think your betraying pussy deserves three.”
“Logan, please,” I cried.
“This is entirely optional, Addison. You can bow out and be done, just say the word. But I think your pretty bits could use a little jolt for being so aroused during a correction? Do you? Can your conscience be free without it?”
“No ... it can’t. I’ve been dirty and deserve the punishment you see fit for me. Give me three, Sir.”
He hesitated on replying, only a wavy huff escaping his lips. Maybe he was surprised by my answer. Who in the world would choose to take pussy slaps with a belt over getting up? Me. Miss Sicko Freak Spankazoid, that’s who. “Okay. Keep your bent knees up, but reach down between your legs now and pull your outer lips apart.”
Though I agreed, I wasn’t looking forward to the belt smashing into me, but the calmness and release to my soul I knew would there at the end magnetized me like a moth to light. I needed this. Badly. I was sniveling, nearly convulsing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I did as he commanded, spread myself open to peering eyes and ultimate vulnerability. My poor, aroused clit was unhooded and erect. It was right there. Exposed for the bite of leather. I didn’t even really care about the onlookers, only the impending pain … the pain I deserved.
Logan unfolded the belt, grabbed it in the middle, brought it up only a foot over me and slapped it down, striking my sensitive bud, my wet, pink parts and butt crack. The long lasher covered so much area. I jerked and bellowed in an automatic response, expecting extreme agony, but he didn’t hit me even close to full force, it was just a slap that didn’t hurt as badly as I thought. My cry felt like an overreaction. He’d given me a little jolt like he said, and I was amazed at how much I loved it, at how pleasurable that measured pain felt. Oh, wow. This was a naughty girl’s punishment, and I was so very naughty. When he hit my alerted sex again, I became soaked anew, and that time, with the expectation of pleasure, I moaned out a hooker’s cry like a cat in heat. Fuck. This felt so, so good. My whole body quaked, my asshole winked, and my vagina ached for release with the last strike. Hit me, hit me. I might have been smiling, I don’t know. I was on the inside. I waited and waited.
Logan suddenly dropped the belt to the floor and clutched my arm, tugging me up. “Get up.”
I stood and settled my skirt with a shimmy. “Don’t we have one more? Do you want me to turn around?”
“You’ve had enough. You’ve made restitution. To wrap this up, I want you to go
over to that corner, press your nose into it and lift your nightie so your punished bottom can be on display as these men recommence their game. You did well.” He pulled a small tube of cream out of his back pocket and handed it to me. “Here. This will help ease the searing pain. You may leave in ten minutes. Goodnight, Addison.”
I looked at the tube in shock and back up at him. “Wait. What?”
“You’ve been punished enough. I’ll hire the crew I did last year to clean it up. Goodnight.” He pushed his gaze away from me toward the men. “Gentlemen, I do hope you will use discretion and keep this matter to yourselves. She has paid her due in full. It has been resolved. No further shame or disgrace should come to her.” He snatched up his belt and slid it back into the loops as he left the room without even so much as a glance back.
Embers stung my eyes. What the hell just happened? I wanted to take all three. But he stopped. Why? Did I not please him with my compliance, with my surrender? I had been right on the brink of coming too. And then, he stopped. I felt deserted and used as I went to stand corner, especially in having to apply this stupid cream myself. He couldn’t even do that? Touch me soothingly me for fifteen seconds? What the hell was his problem! This was nothing but a punishment to him, that’s what! And he came downstairs, with the shoes and the belt and the cream, prepared for my pick. I foolishly assumed it was more, like a bonding experience or something, and definitely, an erotic one. We had a moment in the hall! He fingered me into another stratosphere. I assumed that choice had been a test, that maybe he was considering keeping me around. Did I not pass? Apparently not!
I chucked the tube on the floor when I was done rubbing my own sore ass. Logan left a gouge in my soul. I didn’t want the peepers to hear me cry, so I did it as quietly as possible, though I was so close to wailing. He just … left me. After all that! After he pulled me out. He had to know. And how crushing this would be to me. How could he? That, this … was oddly, the worst punishment of all.
CHAPTER 3
When my time was up at the notification of Old Man Thorndike, I put on my shoes and panties, gathered up my crap and fled the house, catching one last ogle from Geoffrey to haunt my dreams.
My heart literally hurt like it was going to burst. I wanted to run back there, storm through the mansion to find Logan and demand answers. But I didn’t have any right. He’d made no promises to me, no commitment. It’s not like he was my boyfriend or something. He’d dished out a punishment to me. He whacked my ass for a good 30 minutes. And that’s it. But I really, really thought we’d shared something special. Didn’t we?
I stopped, chucked the torn-off pieces of my costume, rested my hand on a large tree trunk and covered my face with my other hand. Sobs billowed out of me.
“Addison,” Logan said from way behind me.
I turned, still blubbering like a ditched junior higher.
He jogged over and stopped about three feet from me, drinking me in from top to bottom and back up again. “Addison.”
“Why? Why’d you...”
“Uh, that was so incredibly hot.”
“I know! It was! No one’s ever touched me like that before...or spanked me or licked me. You know, dammit! You know exactly what I’m like. Leaving me like that, you just about killed me.” I slapped his chest and my palm became glued in place when I felt the rapid beat of his heart.
His eyes, god, his eyes, even in the darkness, emanated intensity, and the sound of our co-mingled exhales, like we were already fucking wildly in a summer sweat, filled the night air with the sexiest rhythm and swirls of mist.
I clenched his shirt, digging my fingernails into the flesh beneath it.
“God, Addison. I’m so sorry. I’m—” He seized my hands, then my face and mashed his lips into mine. He grabbed my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged it down, then returned to sweetly mating with my lips. His tongue slid in, and I sucked it in deeper, desperately, and danced around his. His mouth felt so incredible, so firm, so hot, so urgent and ravenously owning of mine. His respiration shot up to hot and heavy, which only made mine the same. We were breathing crazy and our clutches on one another’s butt cheeks fused us together. His ferocious digs into my flesh hurt like hell, but I just didn’t care. He crushed me against his torso with his arms and swarmed my arms, neck and whole backside with lustful grabs as our passion grew. I was floating and spinning and alive with fire that rippled out from my chest and into my limbs and suddenly wet core.
He pressed me against the tree and drifted his hands down, then clutched my hips, pulling my sore butt away from rough bark and ground his rock-hard cock against my pelvis. “You blow my mind. I’ve never met anyone like you. Can I touch you again? But all over? I’m dying to feel your little, pink parts again...and more. More, more, more. Uh, I can’t get enough of you.” He was already hungrily roaming before my reply. He asked as a courtesy to be polite I’m sure, but I could tell by his wild seizure, he was determined to sample every inch of me and make me ache and shake for his touch tomorrow. Even if I were totally non-compliant, he had the power to not only dissolve every speck of resistance but also make me beg his worst. I could already feel that he was turning me into a Logan addict.
I bit my lip as the crazy words, violate me, sprouted. I wanted to feel like his. I didn’t want him to ask. I wanted him to conquer me, do what he craved and make me scream. I wanted him to make demands of me, ram his cock down my throat and yank me over his lap for another demo of naughty-girl discipline. I was sick, so messed up. No one had ever made me feel like this, so dirty, so sexy, so horny, so hot.
He pulled my head back and bit my neck with scraping nibbles that build up into, mmm, real bites. So delicious. He was claiming me, turning me into his goddess of night. “Mmmm. Can I?”
“Uh, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Touch me, please!”
He didn’t hesitate to go for gold. I gasped when he let go of my upper body and slapped me between the legs with his fingers, and I moaned and ground my jaw when he cupped his hand around my wet heat. “You’re so drenched, still or again. I love how excited you get from pain … or anything I dish out really. Words, kisses, caresses.”
“Don’t ask, Logan. Just do.”
That fueled him, and he attacked me with a heartier hold, like a well-versed Master. In this very moment, he owned me and made sure I knew he did with his rough possession of my sex. As we kissed again with reckless abandon, like starving orphans, he lifted the ethereal cloth covering my flesh and slid a frisky, grabby hand up my stomach and chest and into my bra. His other hand between my legs lost its clamping grip and he drew hard circles outside my panties, massaging, pressing up. The knuckle of his thumb, shrouded in lace, went into me.
My arms tight around his waist, I cried out and breathed hard like a marathoner on the last mile.
He pressed up, more and more, while dining at my breasts with bites, licks and sucks for several moments, leaving each nipple hard and erect and tingling for more. “You’re such a bad girl. Look how wet and perky you are. You like it when I show you how naughty you truly are?”
Loving his words, I mewed in his ear. “Yes. I’m so very bad.”
“Yes, you filthy thing. You just keep dripping for me. I’m sorry I left you like that. I just … you were on the brink of coming back there, weren’t you? You were so close.”
“Yes,” I moaned. I attacked his neck, as his hands, that had just brought me a luscious pleasure-pain, now drove me to heightened ecstasy.
“I could tell. I stopped because I’m greedy. I want you to come for me, just for me, for my pleasure and my eyes alone. Got it? They didn’t deserve to see such a beautiful sight, with you sliding up and over the edge and the writhing of your gorgeous red fruit. They wouldn’t appreciate it like I would. Like I will. Right now.”
Again, he shocked me with suddenness when he yanked my panties down a few inches, removing the scant obstacle from his touch, so he could awaken me freely in the raw. I loved the feel of his smooth skin on min
e.
“Aaahh, mmm. Logan.”
His massaging, circle-drawing knuckle shifted to my now-naked clit as he shoved two fingers into my hot, wet core. He pumped slowly and kept that pace as he slid them in and out.
“Harder, faster, rougher,” I muttered.
“Mmm. As you wish.”
I moaned and groaned and cried out like a raging slut as he drove them up and in, again and again, exactly like I craved. “Ah, Logan.”
He devoured my breasts again as he tucked the tip of his pinky into my anus. His hand got slimed up with my love juice, and he jerked my panties down past my knees and stripped them off completely. A mix of hot and cold was licking my exposed sex.
I leaned my upper back against the tree trunk, as the intensity of his thrusts picked up. He turned his hand around, palm out, and his two fingers curled towards my front wall with soft, tickling strokes as his pinky and index finger pressed firmly outside against my pelvic bone. His fluid motion turned into forward-flowing circles, slow and steady at first, then sliding into quick and rough, so that he was ramming me into oblivion.
“Uh, aaahh. Yes, like that. Perfect. Don’t stop. That’s so amazing. Pound me, pound me.” I clutched onto him as he hurled me into a squall of emotion and sensation. Sloshy squishing added percussion to my moans of desire. “Aaahhh.” It felt so glorious, to be finger-fucked by him so brutally, with fingers on the inside, and at the same time gently with a thumb that was performing ballet on my clit. He pummeled me and curled against my g-spot for several minutes. It went on and on as he attacked my mouth and neck, and I didn’t want either to stop. I was crying out and my limbs continually shook. The pleasure in multiple spots was better than anything I’d ever experienced, even the spanking. I was blasting to heaven. Except … that I suddenly had to pee. Now, really? But I didn’t want to ask him to stop. No freaking way. I let him go on and on, ignoring the pressure. But, shit, it seemed to be building. I was elated, so high, flying on a cloud of bliss … that was … until a wretched dam burst, drenching him and killing the moment. What the hell. I felt limp. “Oh my god!” I peed! And I mean, I didn’t just tinkle, I erupted in a gush all over his hand. I yanked him off my privates and shoved his dripping, right hand away. I lurched back, then yowled when I accidentally smashed my well-spanked cheeks into jagged wood. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god. I could die. That is so embarrassing. Uh, I’m gonna die.” My legs got soft.
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