"One," she said finally and breathed a sigh of relief. Was she even audible, she wondered. She hoped.
Smack.
This time, he didn't caress her to soften the blow.
"Two." She could feel how aroused he was. His hardness was pressed up against her stomach. It twitched against her as the next blow came.
Smack.
He ran his hand up and down her thighs, giving her a little time to adjust. He had switched his blow.
She thought for a long while, wondering which number comes after two. Her brain was blank and all she could think about was the sting on her skin and the emptiness in her stomach that needed to be filled. Even though she was being punished, she was still at the brink of an orgasm, and the spanks weren't really helping her come down.
She needed to cum. Period.
"What comes after two, love?" he coaxed. She shook her head. "What's wrong?" he asked, a bit of concern leaking into his voice.
