Page 59 of Hard Lessons

“Have it your way.” He kissed the top of her head. “But don’t say you weren’t warned.”

He ran his hand down her back and over her buttocks as he moved behind her.

A tremble ran up her spine, it seemed to prick every root hair on her head as it passed over her scalp.

“Good girl,” he said, setting the spatula on her right butt cheek.

She clenched around the plug and held her breath. Her belly tensed and her clit throbbed against the table.

“I know this is hard for you to take but it’s the way life is. You’re mine, you stay by my side and you will never forget that now.”

The first swat landed hard and fast, the snap of flesh on wood echoing around the room.

Serena didn’t cry out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead she clamped her lips together and gripped the table harder.

And other smack. This time on the opposite cheek. The wood was different to his hand. Sharper, more precise in the way it sent heat penetrating into her flesh.

“That’s two, only ninety-eight to go. You may count out loud if that helps.”

Serena had no intention of making a sound. It was humiliating enough being over the table for a spanking and plugged up the ass without giving him her voice too.

After a pause he continued slapping her ass with the spatula. Each cheek in turn.

After the first ten or so she began to dance on her toes. It was impossible to keep totally still—impossible to concentrate on the pressure building in her clit. The plug shifted inside her and a groan rumbled up from her chest. The heat was intensifying, the pain the wood left on each smack layering up over the last.

She twisted to look out of the window. The wind was gusting the rain sideways, big vaporous ghosts that skimmed the grassy cliff top. The chaotic swirls matched her thoughts.

She wanted to be Luca’s woman.

She was.

But oh, this spanking. It was hard to take.

And what about their future?

Could they even have one?

“You’re halfway,” he said, swapping the spatula for his hand and caressing her ass. His touch was tender and gentle. “And so very red.”

Of course I am.

She dropped down onto the flats of her feet and tried to release some of the tension in her asshole. She had to make the most of this reprieve. Grinding her hips, she rubbed her clit, letting the pleasurable sensation calm her nerves, soothe her skin. If she could rub it enough, like this, maybe she’d be able to take the rest of her punishment.

“And I hope you’re learning, Serena, that you and I are meant to be. It is what God intended for us. There will be no running away, no plots to set up separate lives ever again.”

He lifted his hand.

She waited for the spatula, concentrating on the darts of pleasure shooting from her clit to her pussy and up to her breasts.

It didn’t come. Instead she felt the scratch of his chin combined with his lips spreading kisses over her buttocks.

He slipped his fingers lower, over the plug and to her entrance.

Again she tensed. But this time there was pleasure as her muscles contracted. Luca’s touch, his kisses were irresistible. He was right. They did belong together. Their chemistry alone proved it.

“Your body is mine,” he murmured, pressing into her pussy with one long finger.

“Oh!” She rested her brow on the cool surface of the table hoping it would extinguish some of her shame. Now he’d know how turned on she was. That her traitorous body had reacted to what he was doing. “Luca.”

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