"Are you feeling in control right now, little girl?" he asked carefully, taking a moment to thoroughly spank the backs of my thighs so hard that I had difficulty answering him until he paused. My entire backside burned hot, and I whimpered loudly with how very much it hurt.
"No," I mewled.
"Good. Then we are just getting started," he replied.
He spanked me even harder after that. He didn't say anything more, simply punishing me far more thoroughly than I ever could have expected. It didn't seem like it would ever end.
My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I tried to swallow down my noisy cries of pain, but I couldn't. It wasn't possible, no matter how hard I tried.
The moment I realized I was going to cry over this man's knee, I broke a little inside. My core twisted hard and I whined in pain, a senseless surge of desire racing through me even as I lay over his knees, my bottom bare and so incredibly sore.
