shouting her pleas with those blue eyes. She takes a stuttered breath in and holds it, calming herself as I've taught her. "This is a maintenance spanking, Lucy." I give a moment to react. "If I have to punish you, then the next week you will receive a spanking as a reminder to be good." Her eyes look down for a second; she knows she can't argue with me. My pride mixes with my desire for her. "Even if you've been on your best behaviour all week long, as you should be anyway...you will receive a spanking. Do you understand me?"
"...Yes, Sir..." She says through swallows. Her bottom is only just back to a normal color. She had trouble sitting for two days afterwards. I'll be easier on her today...but she doesn't need to know that.
"Get over my knees." She moves jerkingly, awkwardly placing herself across me, putting her fingertips on the floor. "Place your hands around my calf...this will keep you steady." She does this and moves a little to adjust herself again. "Put your legs straight out. And keep your toes pointed." She does this, stretching her body, exposing her creamy white upper thighs to me. I adjust her a little so her bottom is raised higher on my knee. I can feel her heartbeat. I know this position strains her leg and stomach muscles.
"Do not move from this position until I give you permission. If you move your hands or your legs, I will start your punishment over and add additional spankings for disobedience. Do you understand me, Lucy?"
"Yes, Sir." She wants to get this over with quickly...not gonna happen, little girl.
I place my hand gently on her ass and feel her flinch. God, how I love her! Her hair covers her face, but I know she's blushing; her soft tears will blend with her wet hair nicely. I admire how my hand can cover a cheek completely. I rub down to the fold just above her thighs...her most tender spot. I can feel her wet heat from here, too. "Open your legs." She obeys without hesitation, rocking slightly. She keeps her legs stretched, toes pointed though.
I cup my hand over her pussy, rubbing down to her clit, she moans. "Quiet." She's going to need another shower, I smile to myself. "Does waiting for your punishment make you wet, little girl?"
She whimpers, but answers in her sweet girlie voice, "...Yes...Sir."
"Does getting a spanking make you wet?"
"...Yes, Sir..."
"Why?" I can tell that she's startled by the question. Her mind is already down the path of waiting for pain, an animal place, a pet waiting for its master's pleasure. This makes her crawl back a little from fear, up to a point of being able to think. It takes some deep breaths before she can answer.
"I want to please you."
"That's not your only reason, Lucy." I chastise her.
"When you said...that...that you liked...hurting me..." I wait patiently for her to continue, absently stroking her pussy and clit. "...I wasn't able to tell you...that...I like...that you do... That I know...it's how you show me how much you love me...even when I'm bad, you make me your good girl again...and I want to be good for you..." She's crying softly, this raw revelation taking her breath and turning it into sobs. "I crave your love, Max...I need your love... The pain...is part of your love...and I crave it." She says this with a strangled voice, tears choked back.
I wait for her to calm a little more. "You do make me so happy, Lucy. I love you. And I will always make you my good girl."
I don't wait. I spank her tender spot first, a quick sting with only my hand. She whimpers, but stops herself. I pick up the belt and her legs stiffen. She tries to relax, I don't wait. I smack both cheeks with the belt, dead center. Her breath goes in sharply, but she remains quiet otherwise. The second and third strikes follow each other quickly, both centered. Her breathing is rapid. I wait only a second more and give her one good smack to her cheek bottoms, the belt hitting the very top of her thighs as well. Her breath stops for a second. I bring the
"...Yes, Sir..." She says through swallows. Her bottom is only just back to a normal color. She had trouble sitting for two days afterwards. I'll be easier on her today...but she doesn't need to know that.
"Get over my knees." She moves jerkingly, awkwardly placing herself across me, putting her fingertips on the floor. "Place your hands around my calf...this will keep you steady." She does this and moves a little to adjust herself again. "Put your legs straight out. And keep your toes pointed." She does this, stretching her body, exposing her creamy white upper thighs to me. I adjust her a little so her bottom is raised higher on my knee. I can feel her heartbeat. I know this position strains her leg and stomach muscles.
"Do not move from this position until I give you permission. If you move your hands or your legs, I will start your punishment over and add additional spankings for disobedience. Do you understand me, Lucy?"
"Yes, Sir." She wants to get this over with quickly...not gonna happen, little girl.
I place my hand gently on her ass and feel her flinch. God, how I love her! Her hair covers her face, but I know she's blushing; her soft tears will blend with her wet hair nicely. I admire how my hand can cover a cheek completely. I rub down to the fold just above her thighs...her most tender spot. I can feel her wet heat from here, too. "Open your legs." She obeys without hesitation, rocking slightly. She keeps her legs stretched, toes pointed though.
I cup my hand over her pussy, rubbing down to her clit, she moans. "Quiet." She's going to need another shower, I smile to myself. "Does waiting for your punishment make you wet, little girl?"
She whimpers, but answers in her sweet girlie voice, "...Yes...Sir."
"Does getting a spanking make you wet?"
"...Yes, Sir..."
"Why?" I can tell that she's startled by the question. Her mind is already down the path of waiting for pain, an animal place, a pet waiting for its master's pleasure. This makes her crawl back a little from fear, up to a point of being able to think. It takes some deep breaths before she can answer.
"I want to please you."
"That's not your only reason, Lucy." I chastise her.
"When you said...that...that you liked...hurting me..." I wait patiently for her to continue, absently stroking her pussy and clit. "...I wasn't able to tell you...that...I like...that you do... That I know...it's how you show me how much you love me...even when I'm bad, you make me your good girl again...and I want to be good for you..." She's crying softly, this raw revelation taking her breath and turning it into sobs. "I crave your love, Max...I need your love... The pain...is part of your love...and I crave it." She says this with a strangled voice, tears choked back.
I wait for her to calm a little more. "You do make me so happy, Lucy. I love you. And I will always make you my good girl."
I don't wait. I spank her tender spot first, a quick sting with only my hand. She whimpers, but stops herself. I pick up the belt and her legs stiffen. She tries to relax, I don't wait. I smack both cheeks with the belt, dead center. Her breath goes in sharply, but she remains quiet otherwise. The second and third strikes follow each other quickly, both centered. Her breathing is rapid. I wait only a second more and give her one good smack to her cheek bottoms, the belt hitting the very top of her thighs as well. Her breath stops for a second. I bring the
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