The Assignment 4 by Abby Weeks Page A

again and again. It was almost too much to bear. Wolf stopped fingering her but he had already woken all of her sexual senses. He’d opened her up, making her sensitive and vulnerable. Now he was punishing her for it. His open palm came down again and again, pounding on her poor, pink butt like whips on a prisoner’s back.
    “Say you like it,” Wolf said.
    She still tried to picture Jason. She wanted more than anything else in the world to be true to him. She wanted to be a good girlfriend. She wanted to give herself the chance of a happy life. She wanted her relationship with Jason to last forever and ever.
    “No,” she said again.
    Wolf reached back with his powerful arm and then rushed forward again, the palm landing so firmly on her butt that it sounded like a whip cracking. The force of it rushed through Lacey’s entire body. She gritted her teeth.
    “Say you like it, whore. Admit it, you slutty bitch.”
    “No,” she said again. “Never.”
    Her eyes filled with tears. She wouldn’t give in to him. She was Jason’s girl, not his. He was just a rich, old man who was too lonely to do anything other than torture this poor young girl who’d fallen into his possession.
    “Admit it to me,” Wolf panted. He was practically growling at her now. He was determined to make her say what he wanted. “You’re mine,” he said. “Say it.”
    Again, the force of his firm hand pounded on her buttocks, again the overwhelming shock of the impact rushing through every nerve of her body.
    “I’m not yours,” she cried.
    Tears were running down her face. Her butt was pink and raw. She was gasping for breath as Wolf’s hand kept landing, harder and harder, on her tender skin.
    “I’m not going to stop till you admit that you belong to me, you worthless whore.”
    Lacey gritted her teeth. She said nothing. Wolf’s hand swung back and rushed forth, over and over for so long that Lacey lost track of the time. Each impact sent a pulse of pain and sensation from the flesh on her ass all the way through her body. With each spank, a fresh insult came from Wolf’s gritted teeth.
    “Bitch. Whore. Cunt. Slut.”
    Lacey bore it all. She wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. She didn’t care if he spanked her till the sun came up in the morning. She would let him. She knew who she was and she knew which man she belonged to. She was Jason’s girl. She would never admit that she was Wolf’s.
    “You belong to me,” Wolf kept saying. As his arm began to tire, his insults became more and more insulting. “Pig. Worm. Worthless dog.”
    Lacey held fast. By the time Wolf stopped spanking her ass with his firm, rigid palm, he was almost crying himself. He’d completely lost his composure. His face was red. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow.
    “Say that you’re a filthy slut,” he panted, “and say that you’re mine.”
    Lacey said nothing. Her butt was burning. She felt as if it was literally on fire. Her eyes were filled with tears, smudging her makeup.
    “Get off this couch,” Wolf said to her. He pushed her forcefully from it. She stood next to him and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
    “You still won’t admit it?” he said. “You still won’t admit that you belong to me?”
    Lacey said nothing.
    “Bitch,” Wolf said, “but I’m not done with you yet. I’ll have you saying what I want you to say.”
    Lacey stood by the sofa, her butt burning. She wondered what Wolf could possibly have in store for her.
    “Stop standing there like an idiot and lick my cock,” he said.
    His pants were still open and Lacey got back down on her hands and knees and pulled his flaccid cock from his pants. It was small and soft and white. She began licking it as she had done before, touching it tentatively like a cat lapping a dish of milk.
    Wolf pulled a phone from his pocket and called someone. Lacey’s heart stopped when she heard who it was.
    “Lally, it’s me, Wolf. Can you come over? I need your