Chapter 7
One minute Avery was conversing softly with Master Grayson, enjoying the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, the corded strength of his arm around her waist and his calloused palm trailing up her leg, and the next found her looking down at the wood floor, his hard thigh muscles contracting under her fluttering abdomen. Her thick, unruly hair fell over her face, a curtain blocking out everything except the few inches in front of her.
His explanation of the side of him she’d just witnessed had worked to soothe her worries but didn’t prepare her for the heat rushing through her veins as he exposed her thighs and panty-covered butt. A wave of uncomfortable self-awareness sent goosebumps racing across her skin, her breath stalling as her heart skipped a beat waiting for the unknown. Instead of the sharp crack of his hand landing on her vulnerable backside, as she’d expected, her breath exhaled on a whoosh when he explored her buttocks with casual caresses interspersed with tight squeezes.
“Sir?” Avery’s voice quivered with the surprise and uncertainty his light touch produced. She’d expected pain, not the pleasure sweeping through her, never imagining her butt could be such an erogenous zone.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, sugar?”
Grayson squeezed her right cheek, this time a tad harder than before. The discomfort ignited another startling burst of heat that spread to include her pussy. “And a little uncomfortable?” He soothed the throbbing flesh with another caress.
“Yes. But…” Avery struggled to lift her shoulders and turn her head, but he pressed harder on her back, keeping her pinned in place. She wasn’t sure if the blood rushing to her face was because of her dangling position or the surprising thrill his control stirred up.
“Just because it’s new or unexpected doesn’t make it wrong or unacceptable.” He swatted her left cheek, the sudden sting wringing a cry from her throat, the instant warmth drawing a shiver down her spine. “Some women get off on a touch of pain.” The next smack heated and stung her right buttock, leaving behind dual sensations of soft, pulsing flesh. “Even a few on much harsher torment.”
Avery damn near flew off his lap as Master Grayson cupped his hand between her legs and pressed up against her damp flesh. Smugness laced his voice as he said, “You’re wet, which proves you like that small agony. Let’s see how much you can take, shall we?” Nerves skittered under her skin, but embarrassment and curiosity kept her quiet until he demanded a verbal reply in a dark, displeased tone that unnerved her further. “Red or green, Avery. Answer me now.”
She felt his fingers at the waistband of her panties and pictured the way her bared butt would face the open side of the nook and the possibility of others seeing, watching. Her sheath clenched at the image in her head and aching need overruled insecurities and mortification with little thought. “Green, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
Oh, God. It wasn’t the slightly cooler air teasing Avery’s naked buttocks that caused her to shiver as he lowered her panties to rest at mid-thigh, but the sheer decadence of lying over his lap in such a vulnerable pose. Her nipples puckered, pressing against the satin camisole, another reminder the only part of her he exposed were the rounded globes of her fleshy, white butt.
“Nice.” Grayson stroked her bare cheeks, the difference between his hand touching over her panties and now without that thin barrier shockingly acute.
The first few slaps did nothing more than tingle and warm her skin, stirring the results of the previous swats. Avery blew out the breath she’d been holding, relaxed and embraced the oddly arousing sensations coming to life with this new experience. She soon forgot about the risk of being seen, her mind centered on his hand connecting with her backside in a steady volley of titillating smacks that warmed her both inside and out. He stopped to rub her pulsating flesh, lulling her into further complacency she should have been leery of. Her sigh of pleasure ended in a gasping lungful of air as he resumed with a harder swat that stung briefly before disappearing. Shifting her hips against the instant burn, she groaned in frustration of a nameless yearning as his leg tightened over hers.
“Lay still,” Master Grayson admonished, delivering another smack hard enough to bounce her buttock.
“I’m trying,” she snapped and then cried out as he showed his displeasure with her tone by administering a smarting blow on the under curve of one cheek. “Sheesh!” Avery wasn’t sure if her startled exclamation stemmed from the blistering pain of that reprimand or the way her copious juices oozed from her empty pussy as a result, her response rattling her. Latching onto his leg for added support, he rocked her body forward with two more butt covering swats, each one a touch harder, turning heat into fire.
“Try harder. I love your ass, sugar.” He tapped a sore area, the lighter touch emphasizing the burn again. “So soft and malleable.” Cupping the plump roundness of her right buttock, he kneaded the flesh he’d just smacked. “And responsive to my touch.” Releasing the tender globe, he again smoothed his palm over her backside, leaving none of her reddened skin untouched.
A nervous giggle slid past Avery’s compressed lips. “I don’t know what to say to that. No one’s ever…”
“Never?”
She shook her head, wishing she had the guts to look back at his face. “Nope, never.”
“Idiots. You’re better off without them. You like a touch of pain.”
Avery knew where he was going when he brushed the pads of his fingers over her throbbing buttocks then down to her crotch. She whimpered with the single-digit glide up her seam, moaned as he kept going, dragging the slick juices he’d encountered up her crack, and shuddered from the light press against her back orifice. Embarrassed and appalled at the spark of pleasure she never expected from such a taboo part of her body, she put more effort into shifting away from his hand.
“Give me a color, Avery,” Grayson demanded, his voice calm and implacable.
“Um, yellow?” She didn’t want him to give up on her but wasn’t sure what that touch was leading to.
“Good enough.” Pulling up her panties, he said, “Up you go.”
Grayson flipped Avery over and held her pressed against his chest, catching her wince when her well-spanked ass came to rest on his denim-covered thighs. Her face was almost as red as her butt, her eyes glazed behind the glasses she was nudging back in place. “I’m surprised those stayed on,” he commented, flicking the corner of the black frames.
“Me too.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, a sign she wasn’t put off by that light demonstration.
Reaching up, he cupped one full breast, enjoying the poke of her puckered nipple through the soft satin and the shape and size of her. He couldn’t remember when he’d delighted in a spanking for titillation and tutoring so much, her responses boding well for her acceptance into submission. Taking advantage of her bemused state, he pushed his agenda to get her to open up by asking, “You’re a long way from home, sugar. What brought you to Willow Springs?”
She stiffened, and he tightened his arm around her waist, scraping his thumbnail over her nipple to keep her teetering on that edge of arousal the spanking had brought her to.
“I… does it matter?” she answered with an indrawn breath as he circled the turgid tip with his finger, tracing over the bumps of her areole.