Mila
I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs.
He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child.
“I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he growled out in the most inhuman way. “I let you leave the house and this is the thanks I get? Fucking disrespect?”
I swallowed hard, guilt biting into me. It wasn't that I hated Sean, quite the opposite. I was heavily attracted to him, and every time I saw him with my mother it hurt me to my bones.
“I didn’t mean to be late,” I muttered, but my voice sounded small.
I was about to apologize when a hard smack landed on my right cheek, “I’m— nghhsn.” I cried, remembering his order. I quickly corrected my incoherent words to “One”
The heat from it spread through my core, making it ache and twitch with need.
The second came on the left side, just as firm making my hips buckle on him.
“Two.”
By the fifth, my voice was starting to crack. I was battling between the pain and undeniable pleasure his hands were giving me.
And the fact I couldn't tell his next move wasn't helping either, he'd gone right, left to right right left. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing warmth between my legs. This was supposed to be punishment, but my body was reacting in ways I couldn’t control.
“Six,” I counted, my breath coming faster.
“Seven.”
Sean had long stopped talking, he just delivered each spank steadily and the only sounds that filled the room were from his hands palming my ass and my cries.
My skirt had bunched up almost completely now, and I knew he could see my silk panties clearly and maybe even the forming wet patch.
“Eight… Nine…”
My nipples tightened against my top. I bit my lip, trying to stay focused on counting. But inside, my mind was spinning. The sting was turning into something deeper, a throbbing heat that spread down between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet. The silk between my legs was starting to feel damper.
“Ten,” I whispered.
He paused for a second, his hand resting lightly on my sore cheek. The touch sent another wave through me. I wondered what he was thinking, but he only said, “You’re doing surprisingly good,”
“Eleven,” I moaned as the next one landed lower, near the curve where my thigh met my ass.
The next few came quicker. My hips rocked a little with each smack. I told myself it was just from the force, but the pressure against his leg felt good in a way it shouldn’t. Wetness was definitely there now, slick and embarrassing. I hoped he couldn’t feel it.
“Fifteen… Sixteen…”
My voice cracked on seventeen. The heat on my ass was intense, but the ache between my legs was worse. Every smack made my clit throb. I was dripping. The fantasy played in my head — his hand sliding higher, discovering how wet I was. I pushed the thought away, but it kept coming back.
“Eighteen.”
“Nineteen.”
The last one was the hardest. I cried out, my whole body tensing.
“Twenty!”
His hand stayed on my ass for a long moment after the final smack, smooching it as if to cool the pain he'd put me through. But all it did was make me want him ‘mistakenly’ rub myself against his legs for friction. I needed to cum, most importantly, I needed to cum on his fingers.
Sean's hand moved in circular motion, making me shut my eyes from the cool feeling, a lone finger brushed over the curve of my cheek, down toward my thigh barely inches away from my aching pussy.
God, this was killing me. If he wanted to fuck me why didn't he just do it?
I pushed myself downward, letting that finger graze my pussy and a low gasp left me.
If Sean could notice what I was doing, he didn’t react.
I ground down against that finger, tears streaming down my eyes from how not enough it was. If only he'd just shove it in me.
“Mila,” he warned. “I am trying to teach you a lesson, this isn't something you're meant to enjoy.”
My face burned hotter than my ass, but I made no move to stand up from his lap, if there was one thing I could sense it was the fact that he wanted to see how far I was willing to go for this.
“I am going to ignore the behavior you just showcased, but,” he added, lifting his hand away. “The next time I give a curfew, stick to it, or else the next time won't be my palm.”
I nodded, pushing myself up on shaky arms. My legs gave as I tried to stand between his legs, making me kneel instead.
I knew I looked like if been fresh fucked, I could feel my nipples poking through my thin top but I couldn't meet his gaze.
How could I? I’d just tried to masturbate with my step-father’s finger after he'd given me the spanking of my life.
Just great.
“Take a warm bath before sleeping,” he said when he saw me climbing carefully onto my bed, lying on my stomach. The sheets felt cool against my hot skin. Sean stood and walked to the door.
“Don’t make me do this again,” he repeated, then closed the door quietly.
Alone in the dark, I slipped my hand between my legs. My fingers found the soaked panties. I bit my pillow as I touched myself, the memory of his firm hand still fresh on my burning ass. Every stroke made me think of him, even though I knew he was only doing what he thought was right.
This was dangerous. And I already wanted more.