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Now it was time to find out how she felt about the reality.
Kawan cupped the curve of one buttock, rubbing it gently, and making Melody squirm. He decided against pulling down her panties since the thong she was wearing gave him all the access he currently needed.
"Have you ever been spanked before, Melody?" he asked. If she'd been reading, she might have been experimenting. He didn't want to give her more than she could handle, but he didn't want to disappoint her either.
Her ponytail flipped over her shoulder as she turned her head, craning her neck to look at him. The expression on her face was slightly disbelieving. "You're asking me thatnow?"
Smack!
The little squeal of surprise as his hand slapped against the soft curve of her bottom was more than a little satisfying. While he was fairly certain she hadn't meant to brat, he wasn't going to let her get away with talking to him like that either.
"Yes, I'm asking you that now," he said firmly, hiding his amusement. "Now seems like the perfect time. So, little Miss Melody, I'll ask again. Have you been spanked before?"
She peeked back over her shoulder at him. "Sort of? Not like this. Just during, um, you know... sex."
Her voice dropped on the last word, turning it into almost a whisper, and Kawan had to clench his jaw to keep from laughing. She was so adorably sexy and he doubted she knew it. That little prudish streak contrasted with her presence here at the club, but somehow it fit her perfectly.
"Alright then. Since you haven't had one like this before, I want you to use the club safe word if it becomes too much. If you need me to slow down, just say 'yellow,' and if you need me to stop then say 'red'."
He really had intended to just show Melody around and get a feel for what she might be interested in. Maybe give her a few small demonstrations if there were any toys she wanted to try, just so she could see how they felt... but then she'd deliberately and obviously angled for a spanking. That she'd done so over his question about Daddy Doms, well... it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
"Yes, um, Sir." She glanced at him nervously again, flipping her head so that her high ponytail ended up on the other side of her neck.
"Call me Daddy, sweetheart," he told her, lifting his hand above the spot he'd been rubbing. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you since this is your first time."
SMACK!
The first slap against her skin was a measured one. It was more sound than sensation, but would definitely sting enough to get her attention. She squeaked, jerking in surprise. Kawan was already rubbing the spot he'd just spanked before lifting his hand again to give her a matching one on the other side.
SMACK!
"Oh!" she yelped, bucking. He grinned in appreciation.
While scening with someone completely new to the scene could occasionally be fraught with potential emotional pitfalls, there was also something supremely satisfying about their first reactions to everything. There was as much shock in her voice as there was arousal, as if she couldn't quite believe she was allowing him to do this.
That she didn't immediately scream for him to stop or try to roll away was a good sign.
Kawan began to spank her with swift, short smacks that would sting as they slowly heated her bottom, but wouldn't be too painful. Every few swats, he paused to rub her warmed skin. The previously pale white was now pink, like her blushes, and she was squirming delightfully on his lap, still gasping every time his palm came down.
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This is easy?
Melody yelped as Kawan's hand came down again, smacking against already stinging, hot flesh. The heat growing in her bottom burned, but not entirely unpleasantly. Each new swat made her wish he'd stop, but then the burn would sink in, making her feel even hotter in a different way.
She knew about the chemical reaction happening in her brain. Adrenaline and endorphins were being released. Epinephrine and norepinephrine were responses to pain that explained the rush she was feeling as the spanking continued, hurting more and yet turning her on more as well. But knowing what was happening and actually experiencing it were two very different things.
"Ow! Ow!" She squirmed, throwing her hand back over her burning cheeks. She could feel how hot to the touch her skin had become when he spanked a particularly sensitive spot.
Without missing a beat, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, settling her hand down in the center of her lower back, and then his other hand came down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Tears smarted in her eyes as she yelped and wriggled, her pussy gushing in response to his easy domination.
Say yellow, urged part of her brain,you don't have to do this.
But I want to!The answer was a wail from deep inside, a part of her that had been wanting a man to come and take control of her, a part of her that loved a bite of pain with her pleasure, a part of her that had been mostly ignored, pushed down, and rarely indulged.
