Page 58 of Bronson

His hand raises again, quickly coming down in a sharp spank. The impact on my bottom makes my pussy push hard against his thigh.

I moan.

“You ran right out of there, below thirty. No coat. Even if you were mad at me, you should have taken care of your health.” A spank lands on the other side, a matching burn covering that cheek. The burning makes me wet.

My pussy clenches. Demanding attention. Unabashed, I move my hips, rubbing my pussy against his leg, seeking relief.

I get none. Instead, I receive another sharp smack. This time on the curve of my ass.

“Tsk tsk. Seeking pleasure during a punishment. You are a randy little thing, aren’t you? But that will have to wait, my dear. Your pussy won’t be getting another lick of attention until I’ve reddened this pretty little ass of yours.” I moan, his words and his touch driving me wild. Then he says, “Keep those hips still, or you’ll receive a taste of my belt.”

I freeze.

I turn my head over my shoulder to protest. His hand finds the hair on the back of my head, and he gives it a hard tug, putting my face back down on my arms. My breath catches in my throat at his roughness. My body responds by a tight clenching in my core.

I have agreed to be his. To accept his discipline. My God, I must trust this man like I’ve never trusted anyone before. To lie here, naked, straddled over his leg, with him pulling my hair, threatening to whip me with his belt. The realization causes a welling in my chest.

I trust him enough to hurt me.

The way I want to be hurt.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not scared out of my wits.

He’s a dangerous man; I’m in a dangerous position.

I close my eyes and wait.

His lecture continues. Each word is punctuated with a smack from his opened palm. With the force of each spank, my pussy is pushed up against his leg. My clit rubs him. I’m almost to climax… I want to ride and buck against his thigh until I’m in ecstasy and the tension is gone.

But he’s commanded me not to move. So I will my hips to stay still.

The spanks alternate between light and hard. Enough to sting and make my pussy get wet, but not enough to hurt. Not a real punishment.

He’s punishing me by playing with me.

And judging by the way his cock is pressing against my hip, he’s enjoying it.

What fun is a game if two don’t play?

“Oh, Brauny. I’m sorry I was such a naughty, naughty girl. Please don’t spank me anymore. I’ve learned my lesson.” I spread my legs just a touch more. I know he can see all I have to offer. The scent of my arousal fills the room.

Bingo.

I feel his cock rise in his jeans, wanted to be freed.

“But please, do what you must to punish me. I’m a bad little girl who needs to be taught a lesson⁠—”

My speech was cut short by the plunging of two of his huge fingers straight into my weeping, begging pussy.

“Oh, my God.” I move my hips. I’m bucking against him.

Fucking his hand freely.

I rock back as he pushes forward, his fingertips hitting my G-spot, pressing. My clit grinds against him. He rubs his fingers inside me. Mewing noises rise up in the back of my throat. I feel feverish. My mind is going blank. My only focus is the pressure against my clit, the climax building within the walls of my pussy.

He stops.

“No!” I cry out. My body responds with a hard, disappointed tremble.