Page 10 of The Count

My clit throbbed greedily.

My mind was in a constant struggle, but my body was not. I was heated with my own arousal, something I’d only ever explored in my own bed with my own fingers under the cover of nightfall and even then, never when anyone else was in the house.

I hadn’t even known what an orgasm was until I’d had one in the privacy of my own studio apartment when I was in university. Since then, I hadn’t really talked about it with anyone other than my best friend Clara and even that was difficult for me because I was so embarrassed about it. It felt shameful to tell anyone that I had pressed my fingers between my thighs and touched myself until my release had exploded over me unexpectedly.

“I’ve never…”

I didn’t really know what I was saying. I’d never been spanked in my life, but I’d also never had sex. I didn’t finish my thought because I wasn’t sure I could adequately explain myself even if I tried. I pressed my thighs together, closing my eyes with shame when I realized that the seat of my panties was thoroughly soaked.

I hoped it didn’t show through my yoga pants. I couldn’t bear it if he knew I was wet for him right now.

His palm slid down the curve of my bottom and I was speechless. I didn’t know how to react or what to say, not that he was asking me to speak. My legs were trembling slightly, and I tried to tense them enough to stop them, but they seemed to shake even worse when I did so I attempted to just relax instead. That didn’t work either.

His hands felt so different from mine. It made me wonder what they’d feel like somewhere else.

I could have slapped myself for thinking that.

His hand cupped my left cheek, squeezing it gently before it lifted and left me entirely. I was so caught off guard by the sudden absence of his touch that I didn’t tense or even expect what came next.

He spanked me. Legitimately, actually spanked me. Just like he’d said he would.

My mind rolled through several different emotions in the seconds before the second slap struck my backside. The first was absolute disbelief. The second was that this was actually happening. The third was extreme unwelcome desire and the last was the realization that it hurt.

Maybe I had thought he wasn’t really serious, that he’d playfully swat me a few times, let me up and send me back to bed with a sense that my pride had been bruised a little bit.

That wasn’t what that first spank was. Not even close.

When he finally allowed me to go back to my chambers, not only would my pride sting, but my ass would too.

The third spank hit my right cheek. The sting was fiercer now, throbbing deep into the muscle of my backside and somehow sinking straight into my core. My clit throbbed harder in direct response, and I didn’t even know how to begin to handle that.

He spanked me several more times and I gasped, the sting building even more. I hadn’t expected that at all. When he finally paused, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It was over.

His hand on my back hadn’t moved. I tried to push up, but he held me down.

His fingers pushed my sweater up and slid underneath the waistband of my leggings. My brain short circuited as he started to pull them down.

“Dmitri,” I squeaked.

He didn’t answer.

“You don’t have to do this,” I sputtered.

He pulled my leggings down slowly, leaving my panties up for which I was grateful. At least I was at first before I remembered that they were a light rose pink. Undoubtedly, he’d be able to see how wet my pussy was through the fabric. A cold, yet somehow heated shiver raced down my spine.

“But I do, Mina,” he pronounced, and I pressed my thighs even more closely together hoping to hide as much of myself as possible.

His fingertips slid along the now bare skin of my back and a cascade of gooseflesh popped out all over me. I gasped quietly, and he continued his exploration of my body by descending down. The pads of his fingers brushed against the bare parts of my backside.

“You knew that you might be caught, didn’t you?”

“Yes…” I breathed softly, feeling like a naughty scolded girl more than ever.

“What did you think would happen?”

“Not this,” I blurted out.

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