My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) by Megan Michaels Page B

silent, he’d start strapping my bottom with the hard leather. I had to keep my hands on the bed in front of me, or extras would be added. And if I rolled over or pulled my feet up, I’d get more strokes for that too.”
    She paused, staring into space quietly remembering. “Things like this didn’t happen often in my family, but when it did, it was… thorough.” She wiped the palms of her hands on her pants and blew out a long breath. She reclined in her chair, willing herself to finish her story.
    “Good girl. It’s not easy to be that honest about something so humiliating, is it?” He leaned over, stroking her arm gently.
    “No. That was more difficult than I thought it’d be.” She took a large sip of her wine. “So, do you have all the information you need to make some of your devious and evil plans?” She raised her eyebrows at him.
    “Caroleena, no sass. I don’t like it and you will find out that you will not like what I do to your bottom. If you get spanked, it comes with its own humiliation and pain. No?”
    She nodded.
    “There’s no need to hurt your spirit. My only goal would be to turn that gorgeous ass of yours red and make you shed a few tears. I am sadistic and I am a whip master, and you will know it and feel it soon. Just because I love the whip does not mean I love to hurt you. Well, I might like it a little.” He winked at her. “All right. Time for you to stand up over here.” He guided her over to the kitchen table. He pulled a chair away from the table, sitting down.
    Then he made her stand between his knees.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    “N ow, Caroleena, your spanking begins. This won’t be harsh this time, so no need to prepare too much.” He patted her hip lightly. “Pull your skirt up to your waist and keep your hands on it. Do not interfere, yes?” He took her hand into his very large, thick palm shaking her a little to bring her out of her reverie.
    God, it had been years since she’d been spanked. Her belly did that funny flipping thing it always did but this time her clit throbbed too. That had never happened before. She rubbed her thighs together, her labia brushing against the bundle of nerves, ramping up her arousal. She wondered if she should change her mind. Back out now, while she still could. Sure, she fantasized about it, even masturbated to those fantasies — many times. But even she knew that living out those fantasies might be something she wasn’t ready for.
    She looked down at his hands again. Large. Even though her ass was way too big, his hand would cover one cheek easily. Could she handle this? Could she be spanked by this mountain of a man and not shout or, God forbid, cry?
    She lifted her gaze to his beautiful chocolate eyes, unable to stop the impulse to run her hand over his shiny scalp.
    God, is there anything sexier than a man with a shaved head?
    Her sex clenched as he gave her that lazy one-sided grin, resting the palm of his hand on her hip, his fingers squeezing her ass gently. “What was that for? You like my bald head?”
    “Yes. I do.” She brushed her palm lightly over it, leaning forward to place a kiss on the smooth skin. “Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.”
    “No need to be sorry, myshka . I am glad you like it.”
    “What does meesh-kah mean?”
    “It means ‘little mouse.’ We say it to women or children that we care about because they are cute and adorable. Are you trying to distract me?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Because it might be working.”
    “No. I just wanted to know what it means and I just had to touch your head. But I can continue if it’s working.” She giggled at him. “I think this might be more fun.”
    “Bad girl. You do not touch me or do anything unless you are ordered to do it during a punishment. Come, do as I said. Dress up.” He let go of her hand, waiting for her compliance.
    He’s a Master, he’s done this many, many times. He won’t hurt me—well, not