Page 4 of His Naughty Valentine
“I’m sorry,” she replied in a small breathless voice.
“You deserve a spanking, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir. The word fell from her lips naturally and appealed to his base desires. He gazed down at her as his chest filled with emotion, an overwhelming sense of love, power, tenderness, and intimacy. He wondered if she suspected he’d found the pictures, but now wasn’t the time to bring it up. He wanted to prove with his actions that he was more than accepting of her kink.
“That’s right. You deserve a spanking. A long, hard spanking on your bare bottom.” He tugged down her thong to rest above her thigh highs. “I want to see all of you during your spanking,” he explained. Her smooth shaven, pink pussy lips appeared swollen with desire, and a hint of moisture had spread to her outer folds. The pungent scent of her arousal hung in the air.
Smack. He brought his hand down on her left cheek and watched in amazement as a red handprint transpired on her otherwise creamy white flesh. Lacey gasped but remained still. Kaden swatted her other cheek and didn’t pause this time, alternating the spanking from right to left bottom cheek. His rock-hard cock pressed against Lacey’s stomach.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her senseless, right here on the living room floor.
“Are you learning your lesson, young lady?” He rained more slaps down, admiring the increasing pinkness covering her bottom.
“Ow! Yes, sir. I’m learning my lesson. I won’t curse at you again. I swear.” She spoke between gasps while he continued to spank her, her tone one of contrition.
“This is what happens to naughty girls, Lacey.” He moved to strike the curve of her bottom where her thighs met her ass cheeks, an area the stories claimed hurt the most. The sit spot. To his delight, she cried out, nearly a howl, when he landed a few quick slaps to this particular part of her anatomy. “Naughty girls get their bare bottoms spanked hard.”
“It hurts!”
“You’re being punished. It’s supposed to hurt.” He spotted more moisture glistening on her folds and struggled to repress a moan. If his cock got any harder, it would bust out of his jeans. “Are you going to behave now?”
“Oh, yes. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
He gave her five more firm slaps before stopping. Gently, he rubbed her reddened cheeks as she lay breathless over his lap. The sight of her punished bottom drove him mad with desire.
God, he wanted her now. On the couch. On the floor. It didn’t matter where, as long as he was balls deep inside her.
As he continued to massage her backside, he concentrated on the knowledge he’d gained from reading the stories on her laptop. He’d scolded her in a firm but loving manner and spanked her soundly, but what about corner time? Yes, she might enjoy that. After all, the folder markedcorner timehad contained dozens of pictures of ladies standing in a corner with their skirts raised, some of them displaying cute pouts, while others looked far more contrite. He might as well go all out and give her exactly what she wanted, and the idea of observing her in the corner with her red butt on display was more than appealing.
“It’s over.” He urged her to rise up. With his help, she managed to stand on her own feet.
She peered up at him timidly.
“You spanked me. You really spanked me.”
“I did.” He cupped her pussy as he drew her close. “You were a naughty girl.”
Her eyes flitted shut and she leaned on his shoulder, moaning as he spread her juices in precise circles over her hardened clit.
“And soon I’m going to fuck you, Lacey.” He pulled back to meet her glazed-over eyes. “But first, you’re going to stand in the corner with your skirt raised and your punished ass on display, while you reflect upon your actions and what led to this spanking.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“No arguments. And if I catch you rubbing, you’ll get a dose of the hairbrush. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Right there.” He gestured to a vacant corner in the living room.
“For how long?” Eyes wide and full of blissful shock, she bit her lip while Kaden mulled over her sentence.
“Fifteen minutes.”
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A throbbing sting covered Lacey’s backside, and the urge to rub her sore cheeks was unbearable.
