Fortune by Annabel Joseph

foot.
    “Spread your legs wide and let him do it?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “What if Sir wants to do something else you don’t like? Something you’re really terrified of?”
    “Um… I have to do it anyway.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “In this case, I made you do it because a little oral never hurt anyone. But you can always say no if you have misgivings. I’ll consider your thoughts, at least. Okay? But there’s a respectful and forthcoming way to discuss your issues and then there’s acting like a stubborn baby. Guess what you did tonight?”
    “Acted like a stubborn baby?”
    “Mm-hm. And I have a feeling, knowing you, it won’t be the last time.” He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes, enjoying the tension there. “I’m going to give you a spanking over my knee just to drive the lesson home, because you earned it and I’ll never let you wiggle out of anything you’ve earned. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Sir,” she whispered, staring down at his cock again. Naughty little miscreant. She probably wasn’t listening to a word he said. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
    He had to rearrange his swollen shaft to pull her over his lap. She was so sweet, so hesitant. He loved over-the-knee spanking, loved holding a woman’s body against his, disciplining her. Kat’s curves were delicious, shapely and soft against his thighs.
    “Put your hands on the floor, or around my leg if you’d rather. Just keep them out of the way. Or should I hold them?”
    “You better hold them. Sir,” she added, remembering.
    He took her hands in one of his, held them at the small of her back. “Don’t fight me. Just relax as much as you can and breathe through the blows when they get hard.”
    “How hard?”
    “Harder than the spanking you got at Masquerade. But not as hard as you probably deserve. And I suppose,” he said, stroking her tense ass cheeks, “we should agree on a safeword now, on principle, even though I have no intention of pushing your boundaries. Is there one you particularly like?” He was just wasting time now because it was so fun to look down at her perfectly formed ass.
    “I don’t know,” she said, as he expected. “I can’t think of one.” I know, but your ass is fucking beautiful to look at and it’s killing me, how you’re trembling over my lap.
    “If you ever feel you can’t take any more in our future games, say the word ‘mercy.’ Okay? Loud or soft, and I’ll stop. Don’t forget.”
    “Okay. Yes Sir, I won’t.” She sighed, tensing again. It was all he could do not to fling her down on the bed and have his way with her. Her ass was driving him to the brink of madness.
    “And don’t use it unless you have to. Don’t play games with me, girl, or I’ll know.”
    She looked back over her shoulder at him.
    “Sir?”
    “Yes, Kat?”
    “Could you please get on with it before I piss myself from anxiety?”
    Stifling a chuckle, he brought his hand down on her right cheek. She was silent until the fourth or fifth smack when she made a soft pleading sound. He ignored her, warming her up with firm, carefully placed smacks until her entire bottom was uniformly pink. She would bruise less this way, as much as he wanted to mark her. Later. Baby steps. He babied her, his novice subby, but the pleading sounds increased steadily in volume and he had to tighten his grip on her hands when she started to jerk and pull away.
    “No. Be still and take it.”
    “It hurts!”
    “Yes, it does. This is a punishment spanking.” He stroked her crimson cheeks, letting her rest for just a bit. “I know it hurts, but I’m not trying to turn you on right now. I’m trying to teach you a lesson.”
    Trying to teach her a lesson but enjoying the show in the meantime. She was kicking, yelping, moaning—and he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted it to last, and for her part, he could practically hear her getting wetter with every word he spoke. The words were