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lped and almost tipped the chair forward, but he put a hand on my shoulder and carried on.
What was this like? Was it what I had expected? It hurt more than I thought it would, the peppery sting spreading across my cheeks. Peregrine never left me a moment to process each stroke, but laid them on quickly, until I was gasping and wriggling around. I held on to the chair, though, my knuckles whitening as the heat built.
‘And here’s something else for being a little schemer.’
If possible, he began to smack even harder. I was uncomfortable now, itching between my legs and sore above them. I felt my skin tighten under the onslaught. I waggled my feet and jerked out a plea to stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I just needed to catch a breath.
‘You’ve bitten off more than you can chew,’ he said dispassionately, holding fire. ‘It’s not unusual. I’ve often rendezvoused with girls who promised more than they could deliver. Get your dress on and run along now.’
‘No.’ My voice ground against my lungs, low and hoarse. ‘I can take it. Just not used to it.’
‘Are you sure? Because what I just gave you was only a warm-up. You’ll find you can bear a bit more, perhaps, now that you’re good and hot.’
‘I can. I’m sure I can. Give me more.’
‘I’m going to try you with my belt. Don’t panic. I’ll start gently and build up.’
The sound of it, sliding sweetly through the loops, did nothing to stem the flow of juices in my pussy. I squirmed with anticipatory dread.
‘This is for your barefaced cheek, madam,’ he said.
It was no more than a little flick at first, a localised dart of sting, almost a caress after his mean, hard hand. I sighed with the unexpected pleasure of it and pushed out my bottom for more.
‘Yes, you like this, don’t you?’ he purred.
The next stroke was harder and made a gorgeous splat sound against my skin. I felt the stripe sizzle into a welt. I hoped it would leave a mark.
I hoped my whole bum would be one swollen mass of red stripes when he came to throw down his belt and grab my hips and enter me from behind. But I was getting ahead of myself.
First I needed to live through this whipping. Breathe through it, clench through it, survive it.
The strokes came harder and faster. At first I was almost wild with the relentless pain, but before I could jump away or beg for mercy, something happened, and the heat became sweet instead of fierce.
‘You deserve this, don’t you?’
‘Yes, oh yes. I deserve it.’
I wasn’t sure if I was falling into some kind of delirium, but I was convinced I could take this forever. The glow possessing my bottom cheeks was moving inside my body, lighting it up from crown to sole until I felt as if I were made of neon. Horny neon.
I shimmied my hips and pushed my bum out further. He could do his worst. I was never going to be taken to my limit. I didn’t seem to have one.
But, of course, I did really, and he found it in the end.
‘Please,’ I gasped, when the soreness was huge in its magnitude and my skin stretched over my rounded cheeks so tightly I thought it might tear.
‘Aha. You’ve had enough. Well, that was very good, for a beginner.’
I let my shoulders sag, searching for breath. Now he had finished with his belt, I noticed the ache in my knees and I unglued them, one by one, from the seat.
I was trembling. I hadn’t realised I was trembling.
‘Have you learned your lesson?’ he asked.
I nodded.
‘Which is?’