Page 189 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

I grit my teeth. I knew this was coming, but I’d pictured him just grabbing me and pulling me down over his knee. He’s making me come to him and that changes things. I’m not being forced into anything. If I comply, I’m actively submitting.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and walk over to him. I pull my skirt up around my waist and lower myself down over his knee, getting into a position where I’m halfway comfortable.

“Well, you’re all business.” Jacob can’t conceal his amusement.

“Just get on with it!”

“As you wish.”

My face flames as he pulls my panties down, but I’m determined not to let my humiliation show. As his hand cracks across my buttocks for the first time, I purse my lips. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as I’d feared it would be. In fact, it was quite pleasant, sending a funny sort of a ripple across my bottom. As Jacob falls into an easy rhythm, striking one side of my ass and then the other, I feel a delicious burn deep in my flesh that brings with it an unexpected thrill. I hope like hell Jacob can’t see I’m growing wet.

“Such a cute little ass.” The touch of his fingers skimming across my bottom makes me tense. He gives me a gentle pat. “Relax, or this will hurt a hell of a lot more.”

Wiggling from side to side, I loosen my muscles. As I settle, I feel something hard poking my abdomen. A smile forms on my lips as I realize Jacob is affected by this every bit as much as I am. Good. There has to be a way to use his obvious arousal to my advantage. As pleasant as the last two days have been, I have a life of my own to lead. The first thing I’ll do is tell Sophia that I suspect her prick of a boyfriend roofied me and hope she dumps him.

All thoughts of manipulating Jacob into letting me leave fly from my mind as his palm connects with my heated flesh, making a greater impact than before.

“Owwwww!” I shriek. “That hurt.”

“It was meant to,” Jacob replies with barely disguised amusement. “I can practically hear you plotting, you know.”

I hiss out a breath. The man must be psychic because there is no way he can read me so well already. As his palm continues to strike my now flaming backside, the pain intensifies. Each smack stings more fiercely than the last and I’m beginning to understand what it is to be punished. Jacob lulled me into a false sense of security and then unleashed the real torment. My mind has no idea whether it’s experiencing pain or pleasure. My sensitized pussy thrums with desire even as my bottom aches. Squirming on Jacob’s lap, I let out a whimper of discomfort.

“You feel it now, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeeeesssss!” I wail as his hand smacks down on my bottom once more.

“Yes, what?”

When I don’t respond, he cups my right butt cheek which I imagine must be black and blue by now, and squeezes hard. I yelp and would have shot right off his knee if he hadn’t put a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

“Yes, Jacob.”

He tuts, a sound that carries the weight of disapproval. He slaps me hard across both buttocks. Stinging pain radiates out across my flesh, intensifying the arousal building inside my treacherous body. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“What should you call me when you’re being punished?” Jacob asks.

“Sir.” I make an educated guess. “I call you sir.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

My tears are falling in earnest now and I sniff mournfully. Jacob makes sympathetic noises and rubs my back, soothing me as his fingers move lower, finding their way between my legs. I wriggle, impatient for his touch.

“My, my, someone enjoyed their first spanking,” he says as he pulls me up to straddle his lap.

To gain the upper hand, I decide to act. Reaching down, I unfasten his pants, freeing his hugely erect cock. I wrap my hand around the thick shaft and make a careful study of him. I map out every inch, tracing the line of each vein, getting to know his body as I trail my fingers down to the base of his cock. Jacob groans in pleasure as I cup his balls, weighing them in my hand. I’ve never explored a man’s body like this, and it fascinates me. There’s such incredible strength there, but his obvious desire for me could be a weakness.

Looking into his dark eyes and seeing the desperation there, I allow myself a smile. I can give us both what we want. Raising myself up, I move closer so the head of his cock presses against me. It’s been too long since I felt a man moving inside me and I want to savor every moment. As I lower myself onto him, Jacob seizes my hips and holds me still. Poised on the brink of something incredible, I whimper in frustration. I try to move, to push myself down onto his steely shaft, but his grip is firm and the implacable look on his face tells me what I should have known—there’s no way he’s going to allow me to set the pace.

Expecting him to throw me down on the sofa and drive his cock ruthlessly into my body, I’m startled when he lifts me off him and places me on the floor between his feet. I look at him in question as he draws his pants farther down his legs.

“Naughty girls don’t just take what they want,” Jacob scolds. “They take what they’re given and show gratitude.”

Fisting his cock in his hand, he looks at me expectantly and I understand immediately what’s required. I shuffle forward. If I’m going to have any chance of getting off tonight, I know I’ll have to win Jacob’s favor.

“Go slowly.” Jacob says as I get into position. “Lick around the head.”

I flick my tongue out over the bulbous head of his cock. It’s soft, fleshy and moistened with a little pre-cum that’s leaked out. There’s an almost salty taste to the droplets of liquid. It’s strange but not unpleasant. I wrap my lips around the tip and suck lightly. Emboldened by Jacob’s groan of pleasure, I take more of his length into my mouth and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft. My body hums with desire as Jacob pumps his hips. Mouth full, my cheeks puff out and I struggle to breathe as his shaft hits the back of my throat.

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