adult. A spanking meant I was being treated like a child.
“Holding my warm bath hostage for this isn’t nice,” I told him, trying not to sound like a petulant child.
His grin made me feel petulant, which irritated me even more.
“Bend over my lap, Soph. You trust me, right? Have I ever led you wrong when I was teaching you?”
No, he hadn’t, but bending over his lap, in the kitchen, while he was sitting in a kitchen chair he’d pulled to the center of the floor… I couldn’t do it.
I crossed my arms and shook my head. “I don’t think I can, Aaron.”
“Do you want me to do it for you?”
His voice was kind, and without thinking I nodded my head, accepting his offer of help.
Too late, I realized this meant he manhandled me onto his lap, using his strength to put me in position — and to hold me there, when I fought.
“Please don’t fight me, Soph.” His voice was so soft, so pained , it made me pause.
“I’m sorry, Aaron. This is hard,” I said as the fight left me and I stayed in place on his lap with every muscle in my body tense.
My hands were on the floor, my face looking under the chair, my toes barely touching the floor.
One of Aaron’s hands pressed down on my lower back, holding me in place while his other hand caressed my bottom…and my treasonous body wanted him to keep rubbing my bottom. Within a couple of minutes, some of my muscles had relaxed while others were wanting me to raise my bottom even higher in the air.
“Good girl. I love your sassy side, but thanks for working with me, Soph.”
His hand left my bottom and I tensed, waiting for the first horrible smack, but it was more of a pat than a spank and didn’t hurt at all. He went back to rubbing, and alternated the pats and caresses until my bottom moved whether I wanted it to or not, and some of the feelings of last night came back to me.
He eventually started hitting me harder, but it still didn’t hurt and actually felt good. It felt so wonderful, in fact, I even lifted my torso up so he could pull my yoga pants down easier.
His hand on my bottom through the thin underpants was even more intimate, and my moans were an unspoken plea for more.
When he at last pulled my underwear down and spanked me for real, it hurt… but he’d been right. It wasn’t terrible.
“Ten hard spanks with my hand, Soph. I’ll hold you down so you don’t have to control yourself.”
Okay, maybe he hadn’t been spanking me for real. I nodded my head, and he landed the first real spank. I yelped in pain and tried to jerk up, but he held me firm.
By the time he made it to the tenth my eyes were watering, but still… it hadn’t been terrible. He’d told me I needed to understand the difference between good pain and bad, and he’d certainly demonstrated it.
He gave a slight adjustment, so my clitoris was pushed against his leg, and he slid a finger into me with a groan. “You’re so wet, my Sassy girl. Grind on my leg for me. Take your pleasure, Soph. I know you’re close.”
He was right, and I was so close I didn’t think twice about grinding on his thigh or shamelessly moaning, screaming, and finally begging for more as his finger moving inside me created a delirious onrush of sensations. Within minutes the crashing waves of bliss were bearing down on me again and a scream ripped from my throat. I thought I might lose my mind from so many frenzied sensations engulfing me at once, and I was helpless against the deluge as the raw pleasure ripped through me until I lay limp and sated against his leg.
When it was over he turned me and held me in his lap, curled up and safe as I tried to learn to breathe again.
* * * *
I had no idea how Aaron knew the exact amount of fire the water needed in order to be just the right temperature, and wasn’t sure I needed to know as my body sank into the heavenly warm water.
Aaron had decreed we’d be nude as we bathed today, and I didn’t argue.
I hadn’t looked at him once
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