Page 42 of Resisting the Temptation
“Hmm. I didn’t think so. Are you just trying to get yourself to come fast so your punishment is over?”
Her shoulders slump at being caught. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s not what good girls do,Dulzura.Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”
Her eyelids droop. “Yes, Sir, I want to be your good girl.”
Music to my fucking ears.
“Then show me how you play with yourself.”
She bites her lips and closes her eyes. She looks… nervous. Which isn’t an emotion I’m used to seeing from her. I crawl onto the bed and sit cross-legged in front of her without touching her.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Start with teasing around your clit, honey. Take your pointer finger and tease yourself.”
Emma hesitantly follows my command, bringing a perfectly manicured finger down to tease around her clit.
“Good girl, now use two fingers and slowly push them inside your tight hole. Get them nice and wet. Let me hear how sloppy your greedy little cunt gets for me.”
She furrows her brows but does as she’s told, gasping as she puts her pointer and middle finger inside herself.
I give my cock a squeeze through my underwear. I want to sink myself into her so damn badly, but I have to wait. “Mmm. Such a wet, needy pussy. Desperate to be filled. Now that your fingers are wet, pull them out and bring them to your clit.”
She whimpers as she pulls her fingers out and touches them to her clit, moaning as she applies pressure.
“Does that feel good,Dulzura?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moans, slowly increasing the speed.
“Use your other hand, middle and ring finger, and slip them inside your pussy, but keep teasing your clit.”
God, I love how well she listens. How responsive she is.
“Pump those fingers, honey. Pretend they’re mine fucking you.”
She whimpers again, and I know she’s wishing they really were mine. She bucks her hips when she picks up speed, and it takes every ounce of willpower in me not to bat her hands out of the way and take over.
When her breathing speeds up and her pussy clenches around her fingers, I tell her to stop.
If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man.
“Start again, slowly. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
I bring her to the edge and make her stop two more times. On the fourth time, I wait until she starts again before I shuffle off the bed so I can grab the paddle off the floor.
Emma’s eyes widen when she sees the red oak paddle in my hand, and I check for any fear or anxiety, but I only find hesitant excitement. Curiosity.
This room doesn’t have a spanking bench, but the bed is the perfect height to bend Emma over and deliver the remainder of her punishment.
“Remove your fingers.” She listens immediately. “Good girl, come here.”
She scoots to the edge of the bed and plants her feet on the floor before coming to stand directly in front of me. Her eyes keep trailing to the paddle in my hand, interest igniting in her eyes.
“Now, it’s time for the remainder of your punishment. I’m going to spank you a total of twenty times. Ten for being late and ten for touching yourself without permission. I’ll give you the first ten with my hand, then the last with the paddle.”
