floor and took off most of her other clothes, leaving her panties on. When her thumbs went into the waistband, she sought Ace's approval. He'd already said he didn't like her bare pussy. She didn't want to add to her sins by making him look at it.
"Go ahead, li'l girl."
How she wished she was truly his girl, his woman, his love. Maybe she should tell him. But it was too late. She'd done so many things wrong. He wouldn't believe her; he'd think she was just trying to get out of the spanking. She should leave before this went further, but something made her stay. She needed the little spark of hope that continued closeness to him provided. Maybe she could find a way to bring his respect back; a spanking might be the way. And there was no getting 'round the fact that she deserved it.
She slid the panties off and stood naked. His gaze raked over her, pausing at her waxed pubes and moving down to her feet and back up to her eyes.
"I don't have a strap this time, Gabby." He shrugged out of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. When he reached for his belt, Gabby took a step back. It didn't escape his notice. "I will not harm you."
She knew he wouldn't, but it was frightening. She remembered the first spanking he'd given her. She'd hurt for three days. This one was going to be like that. All the spankings between then and now were nothing in comparison.
"Come with me." He held out his hand and pulled her with him to a big wingback chair in the corner. Grabbing the ottoman, he positioned it in front of the chair, then went into the bedroom and retrieved three pillows. Two of the pillows went onto the ottoman and one on the floor nearby. He gestured. "Lie across here, Gabby."
"I'm scared."
"You need to respect yourself more, Gabby. You need to think thin's through. Imagine if your mother found out, how sick she'd be. Imagine how your career would suffer if businesses thought you'd be a bad representative for their products.
"You deserve this spankin'."
She knew she did. "Yes."
"Lie down on your tummy on the pillows."
Shivering from awful anticipation, she did as he told her. The belt was wrapped around his fist, leaving a loop exposed and his free hand rested on her lower back to keep her from squirming too much. But she knew she was going to squirm anyway, and kick and buck, and plead and cry. She was going to suffer for her misbehavior.
The first swat wasn't too bad, although it landed across the seam of her behind, making both cheeks hurt at once. That minor sting was soon replaced with heat, and next with fire as he struck her with the leather over and over again. Her butt was screaming with pain, and she was screaming with it, her face pressed into the spare pillow.
She tried to pray for mercy, but she was the worst kind of sinner.
Soon her thighs were stinging and knives seemed to shoot from them to her butt and back down again.
"No more lies, Gabby," Ace told her between spanks. "No more misdirection, or lies by omission. Respect yourself and think about thin's before you jump in."
He whaled on her more, and the pillow under her face got soaked with her tears. She might never be able to sit again! She couldn't take anymore. But she did. She took it until he was done, and he was done when she had gone past reason and had become a limp rag doll, nothing but tears and sobs and anguished begging.
Instead of taking her into his arms as he'd done the first time he spanked her and every time since, he let her lie there, her ass feeling like the skin was going to burst from swelling and burning. She felt unwanted and bereft. She wanted his affection and his comfort. But she'd hurt him and lost his respect. He looked resigned and tired, and all of his 38 years.
"I can't be here to stop you from doin' foolish things, li'l girl. You'll have to keep out of trouble on your own. But if I ever find out you've done somethin' as demeanin' as posin' for a trash magazine, I'll be on the first plane out here with my ridin' crop
"Go ahead, li'l girl."
How she wished she was truly his girl, his woman, his love. Maybe she should tell him. But it was too late. She'd done so many things wrong. He wouldn't believe her; he'd think she was just trying to get out of the spanking. She should leave before this went further, but something made her stay. She needed the little spark of hope that continued closeness to him provided. Maybe she could find a way to bring his respect back; a spanking might be the way. And there was no getting 'round the fact that she deserved it.
She slid the panties off and stood naked. His gaze raked over her, pausing at her waxed pubes and moving down to her feet and back up to her eyes.
"I don't have a strap this time, Gabby." He shrugged out of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. When he reached for his belt, Gabby took a step back. It didn't escape his notice. "I will not harm you."
She knew he wouldn't, but it was frightening. She remembered the first spanking he'd given her. She'd hurt for three days. This one was going to be like that. All the spankings between then and now were nothing in comparison.
"Come with me." He held out his hand and pulled her with him to a big wingback chair in the corner. Grabbing the ottoman, he positioned it in front of the chair, then went into the bedroom and retrieved three pillows. Two of the pillows went onto the ottoman and one on the floor nearby. He gestured. "Lie across here, Gabby."
"I'm scared."
"You need to respect yourself more, Gabby. You need to think thin's through. Imagine if your mother found out, how sick she'd be. Imagine how your career would suffer if businesses thought you'd be a bad representative for their products.
"You deserve this spankin'."
She knew she did. "Yes."
"Lie down on your tummy on the pillows."
Shivering from awful anticipation, she did as he told her. The belt was wrapped around his fist, leaving a loop exposed and his free hand rested on her lower back to keep her from squirming too much. But she knew she was going to squirm anyway, and kick and buck, and plead and cry. She was going to suffer for her misbehavior.
The first swat wasn't too bad, although it landed across the seam of her behind, making both cheeks hurt at once. That minor sting was soon replaced with heat, and next with fire as he struck her with the leather over and over again. Her butt was screaming with pain, and she was screaming with it, her face pressed into the spare pillow.
She tried to pray for mercy, but she was the worst kind of sinner.
Soon her thighs were stinging and knives seemed to shoot from them to her butt and back down again.
"No more lies, Gabby," Ace told her between spanks. "No more misdirection, or lies by omission. Respect yourself and think about thin's before you jump in."
He whaled on her more, and the pillow under her face got soaked with her tears. She might never be able to sit again! She couldn't take anymore. But she did. She took it until he was done, and he was done when she had gone past reason and had become a limp rag doll, nothing but tears and sobs and anguished begging.
Instead of taking her into his arms as he'd done the first time he spanked her and every time since, he let her lie there, her ass feeling like the skin was going to burst from swelling and burning. She felt unwanted and bereft. She wanted his affection and his comfort. But she'd hurt him and lost his respect. He looked resigned and tired, and all of his 38 years.
"I can't be here to stop you from doin' foolish things, li'l girl. You'll have to keep out of trouble on your own. But if I ever find out you've done somethin' as demeanin' as posin' for a trash magazine, I'll be on the first plane out here with my ridin' crop
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