You’ve behaved poorly, and I’ve forgiven you each time, but you’ll never learn to be a good girl if you don’t understand the consequences,” he murmurs as he gives me a fourth spanking.
I whimper, and he asks, “Do you want another one?” I quickly deny it, but he disregards my answer and continues.
The difference this time is that he spanks me with more force, and it hurts significantly.
“My dear, my little one, I need to make it clear who’s in control here,” he whispers, repeating the act. I sob and feel tears well up. The pain is overwhelming, and he adds, “I love your ass,” and does it once more.
I lose track of how many spanks I’ve received, but I know it’s been too many. My ass is sore, and I long for the sweet Alex who always pamper me like a baby, no matter what.
A tear trickles down my cheek as I brace for the next spank, sniffling continuously.
“Are you crying?” Alex asks as tears continue to fall. “Shit,” he curses, pulling up my pants and turning me to sit on him. He removes the cloth from my mouth, and all I can do is cry. “Shit, love.”
“I’m sorry; I think I went too far. I didn’t realize I got carried away,” he admits, cursing as he pulls me into his arms, showering my face with kisses, but the tears keep flowing.
Though I feel scared and in pain, the most painful part-after the spanking-is how Alex treated me.
“Why did you do that?” I ask between sobs as he brushes my hair back and looks me in the eyes with guilt.
“I don’t know baby; I let my desires take control me instead of my reason,” he replies, and I swallow hard.
“My ass hurts,” I sob again.
He sighs and wraps his arms around me as I lay my head on his chest, gradually calming down.
“You have no idea how sorry I am,” he whispers, kissing my forehead as I shake my head gently.
“Let’s head to the hotel; I want to get some sleep,” I whisper, and Alex nods, starting to drive. Just like the last time, I settle in his lap.
He’s a skilled driver, managing to steer with one hand while I sit on him.
As I breathe in his scent and feel his hand glide along my thigh, my body relaxes. When we reach the hotel, Alex carries me, refusing to let me try to walk.
All eyes are on us, but he pays them no mind, setting me down as we reach the elevator.
“Wait here a moment,” he whispers, and I nod.
He approaches some men in suits, opens the hood of his car, and hands each of them cash. They move toward the car while Alex makes his way back to me.
He places a hand on my lower back, guiding us into the elevator.
“I almost forgot the bags,” he laughs, and I offer a faint smile.
Unfortunately, my sore ass still pains me. Once we reach our room, I immediately lie down on the bed as the men leave the bags in the small living room.
I quickly shed my clothes, leaving only my underwear on, and walk over to the full-length mirror to examine my reflection from behind.
Alex’s handprints are clearly marked on my backside. I gulp and glance at him as he sits on the corner of the bed, looking guilty.
“I never intended to leave you like this,” he whispers. I tilt my head to acknowledge him.
“I wanted it to be as it always is, to bring you pleasure, but I lost my focus… I’m sorry,” he says, and I smile slightly as I sit on his lap.
“Calm down, it’s alright,” I murmur and kiss his cheek. “Let’s get ready; the party starts in an hour,” I remind him, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.
Alex nods, and we both begin to prepare.
An hour and a half later, I’m dressed in a form-fitting black dress, a cozy white sweater, and black heels, my hair falling loosely around me.
After touching up my makeup, filling my brows, applying waterproof mascara, and a quick swipe of lipstick, I look over at Alex, who patiently waits on the bed.
“I’m sorry; I get easily distracted,” I apologize as he shakes his head at me.
I grab one of the bags Alex bought for me, putting in my phone, some cash, and my makeup, just in case.
We leave the hotel and get into his car, but now, oddly, we’re both in the back seat with a chauffeur driving. I frown and look at Alex.
“Why didn’t you bring your car?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Did you think I would go to a party without having fun?” he retorts, making me smile.
“I didn’t leave my office for nothing,” he adds with emphasis. “And I didn’t waste a night I could’ve spent with you, fucking your ass for nothing,” he whispers, teasing me. I playfully hit him in the stomach. “Hey!”
“I thought you would have forgotten,” he laughs.
“What is truly desired is never forgotten,” he says emphatically, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
“You’re such an idiot.”
“But you like me that way,” he counters, and I raise my eyebrows at him.
“I love you that way,” I respond with a laugh, and he smiles proudly.
“I knew it,” he shrugs.
“You’re quite vain,” I joke, and he disagrees.
“It’s called recognizing the truth,” he whispers, prompting me to burst into laughter.
“I’ll say it again: very vain.