Page 11 of The Count

“Maybe a part of you wanted me to catch you so you would find out what I do to naughty girls who break the rules in my house,” he continued, and my cheeks flushed red hot. I was thankful he couldn’t see how much his observation had made me blush.

“I didn’t really…”

“I had hoped you would be disobedient. I very much wanted the opportunity to spank this ass bright red,” he exclaimed, a seductive rumble to his tone catching me off guard.

His hips brushed against the side of mine and there was no doubt in my mind that he was hard. Not only that, but he was enormous.

My pussy clenched tight at the realization. I tried not to think about how it would feel if he slid it into me, if he was the one to take my virginity, but it happened anyway. I couldn’t stop it.

“I don’t want a spanking,” I blurted out. The words felt wrong.

“It makes my cock very hard to hear you say that, my bad girl,” he growled and he slapped my right cheek hard. I gasped, the sting so much sharper than it had been before. The pain from that single slap caught me by surprise, but it was his bold declaration of his own arousal that undid me.

I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. It was as if my mind had gone blank.

He spanked me again, and I bit my lip. Maybe if I took this well and kept quiet throughout the whole thing, he would spank me hard enough to get his thrills and then it would be over, and I could go to bed and pretend like he hadn’t pulled my pants down and given me the first spanking of my life.

His hand was firm on my back as the spanking began anew. For the first few slaps, I was able to keep my vow. I squeezed my eyes shut, bit the inside of my cheek, and dug my fingers into the table, not caring if my nails left marks behind.

The spanks grew heavier. They started to sting far more. I tried to count how many times he spanked me, but I lost count when he surpassed thirty. The hurt that followed each slap escalated until I started to feel myself lose control and just when a soft cry escaped me, he paused and slid his palm over my heated cheeks.

It had to be over now, right?

Several long moments passed as he admired his handiwork. A part of me enjoyed those soft touches too much. My nipples hardened into tight peaks against the table, and I was ashamed to admit that my panties were even wetter.

“Are you feeling like a punished little girl, Mina?”

“Yes…” I whispered, miserably embarrassed and more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

“Good. Your punishment can really begin now,” he announced, and my heart dropped in a free fall straight to my toes.

“What?” I echoed.

His fingertips grasped the waistband of my panties and my eyes opened wide as saucers. He couldn’t mean to… No… It wasn’t possible.

Oh, but it was.

He started to lower them, slowly, inch by painstakingly terrible inch. I reached back to try to stop him and in a deft maneuver that I couldn’t even begin to describe, he pinned both of my wrists behind my back. I hadn’t even been able to grab the fabric.

I couldn’t pull them back up.

This was really happening.

He was baring me so that he could give me a spanking on my naked bottom.

I had felt bare before, but this was so much worse. This was exposure of the worst kind. Why then, was my pussy wetter than before? Why did I want him to touch me even more?

I was losing my damn mind. Maybe it was this place, but in my heart, I knew that it was him.

I tried to not let the slow exposure get to me, but I’d never had a man see me naked before. Even when I had needed to change in the locker room at university for dance team, I’d shielded my breasts and had strategically used a towel to keep the rest of my body covered whenever I had to change and that had only been around other women.

Never a man. Especially never a client.

If my boss ever caught wind that Dmitri Alucard had pulled down my pants and given me a hard spanking in his own kitchen, my career would go up in flames before it even had a chance to begin.

I cried out in shame.

The fabric scraped against my thighs as he lowered them and I tried to pretend I was somewhere else, that this wasn’t really happening, and he wouldn’t see my bare backside and my naked, very wet pussy.

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