And now trying over me?
I was on my stomach over his lap so he couldn't look at me but the look on my face must have been really funny.
Smack!!!
Ouch!
It does hurt."Hey stop!. What the-What does... What that means!", I was lost, utterly lost.
I tried to get off his lap and look if he was drunk or something?
But his arms brought me back to my position and locked me.
"You are going to count to ten or else I'm going to smack you till the point you lose your butt"
This can't be fucking real. I'm getting smacked!!!
Okay I admit I'm relieved too. I think I can take a few smacks. This wasn't what I expected rather other things like: Getting raped, whipped to the point till I lose consciousness, Beaten, Burnt, Torchered, And blah blah!
Don't blame me. He is well-known for the sort of things. And he's never ever gentle to those who betray h...
Smack!
Ouch!
I didn't say this is gentle!
Smack!
Is he into BDSM!!!
Smack!
This is starting to hurt now.
"Start counting love. You already got a pink ass", he said playfully "Now if I think so , it looks better like this", he mused.
I flushed red in embarrassment.
"One", I said.
Smack!
"Two"
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I rolled off his lap, holding my jagged heaves from all the exertion and pain.