He could do nothing for a moment but stare, to drink in that soft, youthful flesh.
His hand stroked over her spine again, feeling out her form as he stared, letting her stew. To settle into the discomfort of the situation, to make her uncertain and off kilter. She would be waiting for what was to happen next, the inevitability of his strike, but still he wanted it to be unexpected.
He lifted his hand from her blouse, and simply caressed her with his eyes, going over her form with such affection that was as invisible to her as everything else through that blindfold. Things she didn’t know existed. Those hidden secrets gave him the greatest pleasures, and when he brought his hand down on the fleshiest part of her ass, it was sudden and hard. The crack resounded in the sparsely furnished room, and even stung his hand a little.
That nubile flesh rippled with the impact, so soft and supple. Those twin clefts jiggled as her body tensed and her voice rang out in a high pitched little squeal at the strike. She was so tender, so delicate, and she pressed against his manhood harder as her spine arched and her stomach jutted down further.
Yet she didn’t try to get away, didn’t protest, just squealed then whimpered, gnawing her lower lip as her bare cheeks showed the outline of his hand in ruddy pink.
He rubbed that tender cheek, encouraging the blood to the surface, marring the pure white of her flesh. Oh, how did anyone become so perfect as she?
He felt over the heated flesh, but didn’t tease lower. He didn’t stroke the places he truly lusted for, nor did he pull her panties from the cleft of her ass. He wanted to, but he held himself back as his member throbbed beneath her slim stomach.
Again his hand cracked down, and again she whimpered and straightened in his lap.
“What do good girls say?” he growled out in his lust-laden voice.
Aubrey jumped, her whole body twitching atop his lap as he struck her again, a yelp escaping her pouty lips as she wriggled and writhed. Her body squirmed a little as her pert rear smarted from the twin strikes.
“I’m… I’m so sorry!” she called out, not sure what else she could say, her long, slender legs sticking out behind her. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as she squirmed atop his lap in her pain.
But her squirming only made his cock throb harder, and his breathing got louder. “You were a bad girl,” he admonished, bringing his hand down again with another hard smack and leaving his palm on the smarting flesh. “But I can forgive bad girls.”
She twitched and her nails dug into him harder, her wail this time louder as she seemed to border on more tears. Though this time they were not tears from emotional anguish, but just raw, physical hurt on her tender, sensitive flesh.
Though the more she wriggled and struggled atop his lap, the more it tantalizingly swayed her perfect little rear. That round swell
of flesh waggling before him so delightfully.
“Forgive me, pleeeaase,” she whimpered out pathetically.
It was hard to resist not bringing his hand down again, punishing that tight little bottom of hers further. It was so sweet, and the way she wiggled was divine. His head felt a bit heavy, her loins throbbing so desperately as she cried and squirmed against his hardness, but he rubbed her ass in a tender manner.
It was still tortuous, to have that sensitive skin rubbed so roughly, the threat still lingering in the air. He listened as she cooed and sobbed, her shoulders pinched and her ass tensed as she awaited the next blow that never came. He rubbed her for a long few moments, waiting for her to settle down, and his cock with it, and when finally she soothed, he stroked the back of her head with his free hand.
“That’s enough crying for now, little pet,” he growled. “But I don't think you've learned your lesson yet.”
Her breathing hitched a few times but she ceased her crying at his command, proving an obedient pet indeed.
That delicate body shivered a while before stilling, calming atop his lap, her bare bottom red and exposed still. “I haven’t?” she squeaked out pathetically to him. She didn’t know what to expect, acting so lost, even if she gleefully crawled into his hands.
The fact that she couldn’t see, was denied that right to take in what was happening with all of her senses, that just made it all sweeter. She was reliant upon him, and he stroked her ass affectionately. His other hand curled her long, blonde hair between it, feeling to soft strands out.
“No. But I will teach you. Climb back onto the bed.”
She had tensed up the moment he’d tightened her hair between her fingers, but with that command she relaxed. Her nails no longer dug into his thigh so much and she tentatively pushed herself up, her slender body rising, lifting up off him. She tottered off his lap and back to the sheets to sit sheepishly, resting her weight back upon her elbows, her knees bent and pointed up as she waited.
He massaged himself for a moment, trying to relieve the tension in his pants, to calm his hardness, but it was useless. There was no fighting it. Not with just how perfect she was, how compliant. It was time to push her, to see how far he could take her.
To see how far she would willingly go.
She still hadn’t uttered that safe word, despite how he knew her ass must sting and burn. His hand still tingled, after all.
“Aubrey,” he said as he stood, moving towards the foot of the bed once more and picking up his camera from where he’d left it. “I want you to pull off your panties.”
Again, he watched attentively as her first instinct to obey took hold, but then… hesitation set in. Her arms froze midway to her undergarments.
"My… my panties?” she murmured softly, those full lips quivering a little as she tried to look in his direction, unable to find him precisely because of her lack of sight. “I-- I don’t know..” she murmured sheepishly, gnawing her lower lip once more, but despite her apprehension, he could sense that she was teetering at the edge of capitulation, so close to giving in.