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Fallen Daughters

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“I… I’m sorry.” I had no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation was almost too much to endure.

“Mistakes happen. This manor is all about mistakes. But that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He patted his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”

Oh, Jesus.

This was it. I was about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Was this really happening? Was I really standing naked in front of two men and a camera? All because of my betrayal of a powerful and ruthless man. Death or… shame and humiliation?

My legs trembled and when I took my first step, I wondered if my knees would buckle from beneath me. As if I were moving in slow motion, I somehow reached Knox and placed my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.

“Now before we start,” he said as he ran his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will be worth more credits than others. You obviously want the punishments that earn you more if you want to leave this manor any time soon.”

I nodded as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me.

“Each credit will depend on severity.”

I nodded again.

“To begin with, we will only do a single credit punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I am giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”

Swat.

“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sounded as if they were spoken by someone else other than me.

Swat.

I gasped when the sting began to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

Swat.

I squinted my eyes. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

Swat.

“Ow!” Fuck, it was starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.

Knox spanked me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he asked in a warning voice.

Oz was watching.

“Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cried out as my ass heated up with every second that passed. Each swat hurt more and more, and I wasn’t sure how many of the searing blows I could take.

He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.

“Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”

He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.

“Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”

My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Knox held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.

Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Knox paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”

Swat.

I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.

Swat.

“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

“We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a credit. Be brave, my sparrow.”

4

I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that Gage had the camera pointed to my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.

Knox kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask Knox when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra credits? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more credits? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.



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