Page 18 of Five Days to Be Mine

“I love hearing that,” And for the first time, I caress her skin, my palm against her soft ass, rubbing where I laid the paddle. “Take these for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I bring down the paddle with a snap, watching for her reaction. She lifts her head but quickly gets back in position.

I soothe away the hurt I just inflicted. “Good girl.” I land the paddle across her ass, loving how her skin blushes to a pink on impact.

“Oooh…” she lets out soft gasps. "More, please."

I can't deny this willing submissive. I bring the paddle down again, covering her ass.

"Sir!" she gasps out on the last impact.

Her ass has turned a lovely shade of pink. The way her head drops even more tells me she’s finding this pleasurable.

“Good girl, Mara,” I purr as I dimple my fingers into her tender flesh.

She whimpers at my touch. I slide my hands up, from her ass, to the soft rolls of her stomach, exploring the sides of her breasts.

"I like how your hands feel," she says.

"I love how your body feels under them." I touch her nape, brushing my palm across her spine, along her soft rolls that are below her hips, caressing her ass.

“That feels good,” Mara murmurs, her tone syrup.

“Good,” satisfaction is evident in my voice. I bring the paddle down, a little higher on her ass, and quicker this time, with four snaps of my wrist.

“Oh! Ouch!” Mara says. “That’s good.”

“You’re a good girl for taking them,” I praise.

I lay the paddle down again, the echo of the leather loud in the silent room, her ass turning a darker shade of pink with every thwack of the paddle.

When her breathing changes to short, gaspy breaths, I still. Turning the paddle over, I rub her ass with the fuzzy side.

“Ah! That tingles,” Mara says.

“Does it?” I work her over with the fuzzy side of the paddle once more, and then I can’t take it anymore. I need this woman in my arms.

Sitting the paddle aside, I drop behind her on the chaise. “Come here.”

She turns, her eyes glassy with unfallen tears. I pat my lap. She bites her lip. “Now, Mara.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says.

She lays herself across my lap, her head down to the floor.

I trace the circle of pink on her ass, with my other hand making small circles on her back.

“This is a lovely ass, Mara.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome. Remember when I said that lying was a spankable offence?”

"Sir!” her cry of surprise sends all the blood to my cock and I laugh.

“Time for those spanks.”

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