Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I have no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation is almost too much to endure. And the fact that it’s all caught on camera makes it even worse.
“Mistakes happen, but that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He pats his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”
Oh, Jesus.
This is it. I am about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Is this really happening? Am I really standing naked in front of a man and a camera? All because of me keeping a secret of murder from a powerful and now clearly ruthless member of a fucked-up family. My choices are either death or… shame and humiliation?
My legs tremble, and when I take my first step, I wonder if my knees will buckle from beneath me. As if I am moving in slow motion, I somehow reach Phoenix and place my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.
“Now, before we start,” he says as he runs his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will also earn you extra comforts if you submit properly.”
I nod as I stare at the tiled floor beneath me.
“Each comfort will depend on severity and how well you take the discipline.”
I nod again.
“To begin with, we will only do a single comfort punishment,” he says. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I’m giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand comes crashing against my flesh, and I flinch more out of surprise than pain. He swats me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”
The next swat stings far more than I expect.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sound as if they are spoken by someone else other than me.
The second swat hurts even more than the first.
I gasp when the sting begins to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The third swat brings on panic. How will I be able to endure this?
I squint. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
The fourth swat makes me squeal.
“Ow!” Fuck, it’s starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.
Phoenix spanks me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he warns.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cry out as my ass heats up with every second that passes. Each swat hurts more and more, and I’m not sure how many of the searing blows I can take.
He brings his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasp at how the pain radiates through my core.
“Good girls,” I squeak, “keep their cunts smooth!”
He spanks me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that meets the tops of my thighs.
“Please!” I beg. “It hurts!”
I’m begging again, even though I’m trying to be strong. I don’t exactly have a choice. My self-preservation overtakes any sense of pride or conviction I had.
My plea is rewarded with a volley of spanks that are far worse than the ones given seconds before. He continues with a ferocious spanking as I kick, wiggle, cling to his calf, and cry out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoes off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder is my cries for mercy. Over and over, Phoenix holds my helpless body to his lap and spanks my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom meets my legs. It’s excruciating, and that he can do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrifies me as to what else he is capable of.
Finally, as I lie gasping for air, Phoenix pauses, rubs my skin, which feels as if it has been stung by a million hornets, and asks, “Shall we try this again, dove?”
Swat!
I don’t hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praises, which actually does 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 comfort item, dove.”
Chapter
Eighteen
Ani
I forgot the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that the camera pointed at my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I will never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.
Phoenix keeps me in position over his lap while I slowly regain my breath and sniffle back the tears. I didn’t sob, but the pain brought tears to my eyes, and I’m not sure if I should try to hide them. Do I try to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or does Phoenix want to see the pain? The fear? I must ask when the time seems right. Will tears earn me extra comforts? Or will showing strength earn respect, hence more comfort items? However, right now, I can’t speak, even if I want to.