Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

“Stop moving,” he warns, directing a volley of spanks at my sit spots, “or I’ll do this.” The spanks increase in intensity and then he slaps the base of my thighs until I cry out, “I’m sorry! I’ll stop.”

“See that you do,” he tells me, and returns to the original pattern of spanking all over my ass.

It’s hard not to wriggle and squirm, because my ass is already burning beyond belief, and the sting is making me want him so badly I could almost come right across his thighs, lying here, without even a touch to my clit. “Are you almost done?” I whimper.

He pushes my thighs apart and slaps his hand right onto my pussy. “I’ll tell you when I’m done. Don’t ask again. Your job is to take what I give. If you ask again, I’ll spank here.” He slaps again, harder, against my soft nether lips, and I almost fly apart.

“Lock,” I beg. “Master,” and I don’t know what I’m asking: Stop, more, please?

“Shush,” he commands. “Lie still and accept your punishment. We still have quite a ways to go.”