Beg for It

Still laughing, Corinne ran her hand over his ass again, like she was testing him out. “Hush. Yes. You get the spanks.”


The first crack of her palm on his skin was more tentative than he expected, though it hurt worse than he’d thought it would. Felt better, too, a small sting followed by a spreading heat. He’d always liked a little pain, and she knew it, but the underlying elements of this had nothing to do with that. It was about giving up, giving in, doing what she asked of him; it was about the anticipation of the next smack.

After the fifth, he found himself pushing up to meet her hand as she cracked him. Rolling his hips to get his cock any kind of pressure, any friction at all in that sweet, slightly too open space between her thighs, if only she’d just squeeze him a little, it would feel so fucking good…

“Six, thank you, Ma’am,” he said.

The next came. The sting was worse, the spreading heat centering in his balls and the base of his dick as much as in the meat of his ass cheeks. With his head hanging down, the blood was rushing, but that only made all of this that much more surreal.

By the eleventh, he wasn’t sure he could last for one more, and not because it hurt. It would take a lot more than eleven or twelve spanks to really be painful. No, it was because his cock was betraying him, dripping clear, slick fluid all over her thighs and all it would take was a few stealthy thrusts to start easing him toward orgasm. It was all he could think about, really. Thrusting, grinding against the smoothness of her skin. It was strenuous, even, to bark out the words she’d demanded of him, and he knew the breaking of his voice would get to her.

“One more,” she breathed. Her hand soothed over his hot flesh. “Your ass is so red, puppy. Such a pretty shade of red. I bet your cock is almost the same shade now. What do you think? How about another twelve? Maybe twenty. Fifty would get you in better shape, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know…”

Another crack came down against him. “You don’t know, what?”

“Ma’am, twelve, thank you, Ma’am!”

“That was for not addressing me properly. You still get another. Do you understand?”

He groaned, laughing the tiniest bit. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Again, her hand soothed over his stinging ass. Her fingertips traced the crack, moving down so slowly he was going to go insane. At the first gentle probe of her fingertip against his ass, all he could do was push upward, offering himself.

“Nobody else has had you here?”

“No. Only you, Ma’am.”

He ached for her to touch him there. Fucking desperate for it. His hips pumped, but there wasn’t enough friction on his cock to get him off and she wasn’t pushing inside him, and all he could think about was that fuck, he was over her knee, she was spanking him, and he loved it, he loved her, he was going to explode if she didn’t let him come…

“But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I dreamed about you.” He pushed up a little bit to relieve some of the pressure on his hands. His wrists were aching, and that wasn’t in the good way. “Please, Ma’am…”

“Please, what?”

“Please…give me the last one.”

She laughed, hushed and rasping and sounding so fucking pleased with herself that he wanted to twist in her lap and grab her so he could kiss away that self-satisfaction, even as he knew he would never, ever do it. “You wouldn’t rather I open this tight little hole?”

“Oh, fuck,” Reese breathed. “That too. Please.”

The final smack came down harder than the others, making him jump. He muttered out a thirteen and a thank you, Ma’am, as she’d requested, and waited for a moment, half-hoping she’d give him another dozen for his lack of appropriate enthusiasm. Definitely hoping she’d finger his asshole.

“Get up,” Corinne said. “In front of me. Let me see that cock.”

He stood, feet a little tingly but not quite fallen asleep. His prick didn’t bob or move this time, so hard it lay fiercely upright, snugged up against his belly. He shifted his weight, feet shoulder width. She hadn’t told him to, but his wrists crossed naturally at the small of his back.

“What did you like about what just happened?” she asked him.

He had to struggle to concentrate. Focus. “I liked the pain. I liked that you were doing it to make me think about being a better man, not just because I annoyed you. I liked feeling…”

“What?”

“Connected to you. Warm. I can’t explain it. What did you like about it?” he asked her.

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