Page 79 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

One minute he’s massaging her ass, bringing the tingle to the surface, the next his hand is crashing down, slapping her harder than before.

“Owee.”

“Shh. Take your funishment like a good girl.” Oh God. He’d said it. She does want to be his good girl.

The next few minutes stretch out for Hallie. The heat is building up, but just as it starts to get unbearable, he moves on to cover a new spot. When he moves lower to where her thighs meet her ass, it gets harder for her hold still.

“Troy, it hurts more there.”

“I know, baby. This is your sit spot. I’ll go easier on it today, but you are gonna hate when I spend time here in the future.”

“Thanks for the warning.” She can hear his chuckle.

She can no longer remain still. She tries to wiggle free of his grip, but he only holds her tighter. Just when she is about to try to push off the bed, the spanking stops and his fingers return to her pussy. This time, he pays a bit more attention to her needs, stroking her folds and finally sliding what feels like several fingers deep inside her.

“Oh God, that feels so good.” Before she can finish that thought, his fingers are moved onto her clit, brushing it lightly to tease her before pinching her clit… hard. “Oh Troy! I’m gonna come.”

And then his fingers are gone. “Sorry, but not yet. I’m not done with you yet.”

Hallie hears the groan and it takes her a few seconds to recognize she was the source of the forlorn sound. Troy’s chuckle should piss her off, but she’s too wound up to care.

She feels the wood on her ass as he brushes the spoon across every inch of her now warm skin. Her anxiety level is rising, but she keeps it in check.

The first flick of his wrist brings the spoon down on her right cheek. It honestly doesn’t hurt as much as his hand had since its coverage area is so much smaller. The next spank is harder. He is once again methodically moving across her bottom, varying his strength when she feels the first sting of tears in her eyes. The heat has built up enough that it’s really starting to burn, but she’s honestly thrilled that she’s made it this long without crying. Surely, he is almost done.

“Okay, the warmup is over. Are you ready?”

“What? That wasn’t the real thing?”

“Sorry kiddo, but that was a pretty standard warm up. We can stop now if you want to.”

Hallie tempted, but she’s come this far she needs to see this through. “No, sir. I’d like to stop when you want us to stop.”

He answers her with a truly terrifying swat to the center of her right buttock. Before she can even cry out, he puts a matching swat to her left cheek. She can hear her own voice crying out, but it sounds strange even to her. His fingers tweaking her clit come next, giving her blessed time for the fire on her ass to become manageable. The pleasure is building to a crescendo until his fingers are gone and the spoon is crashing against her ass again, this time two quick hard successions to her right side, followed by two even harder in a row to her left. She is fighting to free herself from him, but he is too strong. She is vaguely aware that she could stop this any time. She even remembers the word: butterfly. The word does not leave her lips. Only her moans of pleasure can be heard as he once again ravishes her core.

On and on they go, harder swats with the damn spoon, followed by more insistent attention to her pussy. It’s when he moves the spoon to those damn sit spots when Hallie knows she is in big trouble. The pain is worse, but Troy has moved his left hand from her back to under her body, pressing hard against her clit as his right hand continues to bring the hard spoon against her sensitive sit spot over and over. Pleasure and pain.

The tenderness in his voice pushes her over into her orgasm. “That’s my good girl. Come for me, Hallie. Come on my fingers to show me how much you’ve enjoyed your funishment this morning.”

The contractions move through her whole body, so intense. She is recovering when she feels him slipping out from under her, shifting her to be face down over the end of the bed as she recovers from her bliss. She vaguely hears the tearing open of the condom wrapper, but doesn’t put it together until she feels Troy standing behind her, about to impale her with his cock. He tests her folds to ensure she is ready and then thrusts into her like a man possessed. Hallie is sobbing again, but this time she’s not sure if it’s from the pleasure or the pain as his body thrusts deeply into her over and over again, slapping against her punished skin.

Hallie lays boneless, absorbing Troy’s powerful thrusts hitting spots inside her that have never been touched. She can feel him leaning over her body as he clasps her hands lying uselessly on either side of her head in his larger hands, another intimate connection of their bodies. He is a man possessed as he claims her from behind. Hallie is vaguely aware that he must have a nice view of her red bottom. She’s filled with relief and pride that she not only survived a stricter funishment, but she is about to explode into another heavenly orgasm that she is positive was enhanced by the spanking Troy had delivered.

Hallie crashes into her next orgasm, crying out Troy’s name. He follows her seconds later crying out her name. Tears that had been stored up behind a dam begin to flow. The relief she feels is orgasmic on its own. Troy reads her perfectly and lifts up high enough to begin placing small kisses across her shoulders, neck and back while he remains buried inside her as they recover.

She feels his lips brush across her left ear intimately before he whispers five words that will change her life forever.

“I love you, Hallie Boudreaux.”

The sun has set by the time Troy’s SUV nears Eagle’s Pass. He glances to the passenger seat for the hundredth time since leaving Copper Mountain, checking to make sure she’s still there and not some figment of his imagination. As much as he loves talking with Hallie and getting to know more about her, he was relieved when she had fallen asleep an hour ago so he could admire. She looks so peaceful and innocent as she sleeps, and he feels his heart constrict with feelings so intense it scares him. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about a woman and he is beginning to dread making it to Eagle’s Pass because he doesn’t want to part with her, not even for a few hours, let alone days.

They are pulling up in front of Aunt Gina’s house when Hallie stirs awake. The smile on her face as she opens her eyes to see Troy gazing at her is amazing. When she realizes where they are, her smile fades. She feels the same way he does.

“Did you have a nice nap?” He tries to sound more light-hearted than he feels.

“I guess, but I hate that I wasted some of our time together sleeping.”

“Are you kidding me? It wasn’t a waste. I got to ogle you while you slept.” He sees tears pooling in her eyes. “Hey, what’s this? No tears now. You came through your skiing weekend with flying colors.”

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