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“I know you do. You got real excited sucking my dick earlier. I could see how hard your throat muscles were working to take me down like that. You did real good.”
“So now I get my spankings.”
“When you wait for them patiently.”
I understand the implication now, so I bite back further requests and complaints. I moan as he continues to stroke and fondle my body, but I’m not sure how I can help that.
“That’s better. Now you’re bein’ a good girl.” He poses one hand above my ass, but it’s a tease. He lowers it slowly and squeezes some of my extra flesh there. When I manage to restrain a whimper of impatience, he drawls, “That’s my girl. You think you’re up to twenty-six of ’em? That’s a lot for one little ass.”
“I’m up to it.” I have no idea if this is true or not, but I want it to be true.
“We’ll see.” I think he’s about to say something else, but instead, he brings his hand down in a sharp, light swat on my right butt cheek.
It surprises me. I make a squeak, and my pussy clenches hard.
“How was that?” He’s rubbing where he spanked.
“It was…”
“It was what, sweetheart?”
“It was good.”
“You’re not lyin’ to me?”
“No. I really…” I gulp as I admit, “I really like it.”
“Okay then. Count ’em out for me. You say stop whenever you’ve had enough.”
His carefulness is authentically kind, and it’s reassuring. But I don’t want to be reassured right now.
I want to be spanked again.
I squirm slightly until Levi makes a tsking sound.
Biting my lower lip, I grow still again.
“That’s better.” He gives me another one. The slapping sound should be embarrassing, but it’s not.
I mumble out “Two” as I process the jolts of sensation the spank provokes.
He continues as I count out loud, each swat slow and steady and not very hard. I couldn’t begin to explain why, but each one pushes me deeper into arousal. At ten, I start rocking my bottom up toward his hand. By the time we’ve reached sixteen, my voice is louder and hoarse as I count every spank.
Levi keeps murmuring how good I’m doing, how I’m responding so sweetly that I must have needed it for a long time, how he’s always there to give me what I need.
My ass and my face are burning, and I’m drenched in sweat, but I desperately need more. “Levi,” I say when he pauses briefly just before twenty. “I need it so bad.”
“I know you do. My little princess doesn’t wanna be taken sweet and gentle. She likes it dirty, and she’s needed this spankin’ for a long time. But your ass is gettin’ real red and raw. Twenty-six is a lot. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
I choke on a sob. “You’re not. Levi, please. Finish me off. I need it.”
“All right.” He swats my butt again. It feels good but not good enough.
“Harder. I need it!” Tears are leaking from my eyes and saliva from the corner of my mouth. It should be disgraceful—acting like this,beinglike this. But I couldn’t care less about what anyone else might think of me right now.
All that matters is Levi. And the way he’s making me feel.
On twenty-two, he increases the force of his hand, and I cry out, “Yes, twenty-two! Thank you!”
