So I was no actress and I delivered cheesy lines. Hey, as long as my master was happy, that’s all that counted. Judging from the bulge at the front of his pants, Dan wasn’t displeased in the least.
“Anything, Miss Payson?” He eyed me carefully.
“Anything,” I whispered.
He reached down to cup my chin. Pulling up, Dan prodded me to my knees. He tossed the paddle to one side and worked on the knot to my tie. “Wrists,” he ordered.
I gave them to him without pause. My breath caught as he tied them together with the tie, one crossed over the other. Then he guided me to place them behind my neck.
With me kneeling at his feet, my hands behind my neck, I licked my lips. This was getting really good.
Dan undid the shirt button at my throat. I offered a little protest. “Sir!”
He cocked a brow at me. “Will it be detention then? A note to your parents?”
I swallowed hard. “No sir.”
He continued to unbutton my blouse, parting the fabric a little more as he went. Soon it hung wide open, displaying the young girl cotton bra with the ubiquitous rosebud sewn between the cups.
Dan traced a finger over the top of one cup, letting it slip beneath the fabric so that his nail scraped along my skin. I shivered, and his eyes darkened at my response. I trembled, feeling his power over me. I was a schoolgirl in the hands of a man in authority who I had a crush on.
Dan spoke not a word as he played around the outlines of my bra cups. My nipples sharpened to exquisite points, making themselves obvious against the soft cotton. Though my skirt hid the evidence, my thighs were painted with the wet of excitement.
Dan covered my breasts with his hands and squeezed. I couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure that erupted from my throat. My chest thrust forward independent of my control.
He grunted at my response. His hands went around me, expertly unhooking the bra. He slid the straps so the cups went up and over my head, draping the bra over my bound wrists.
Dan’s fingers went back to my boobs. He grasped the swollen, reddened tips and pinched. As the pressure grew, I moaned again and writhed. Glass shards of wondrous pain stabbed into me. My cries grew louder as he twisted.
“Do you know what I think, Miss Payson?” Dan asked in a rumbling voice.
I gasped, “Sir?”
“I think you behave badly so you can come to my office. So you can feel my paddle on your bare butt.” He smirked. “Now you have to pay a much greater price. You didn’t count on this, did you?”
I squirm in his pincer grip, my body trying to escape even as my being begged for more. Raw, aching need suffused my pussy. “Sir,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Sorry isn’t enough, Miss Payson. You must surrender to the consequences.”
My loins spasmed. “Yes sir.”
“Over there.” Dan nodded at the nearby four-poster bed.
I walked on my knees to get to it. A loud crack sounded, and one cheek of my aching rear blazed with agony. I shrieked and turned my head to see the paddle sweeping towards me again. It landed on the other mound and I yelled as fresh fire tore across my skin.
“Move faster,” Dan ordered.
The bed was only about five feet away. Yet he landed four more smacks before I got there, herding me with his brutal length of wood. I shuddered and huddled against the soft gold bedspread that hung down the side of the bed.
Dan laid the paddle on top of the bed. “Get up there. Lay on your back and present your pussy for my inspection.”
I scrambled up and flopped on my back. Dumb move. I hissed in agony as my poor rear and the backs of my thighs made contact with the soft mattress. It didn’t feel soft to my spanked flesh. It felt like I rested on a bunch of pins and needles.
I wasted no time in planting my feet on the bed and taking pressure off those sensitive parts. I splayed my legs wide though, obeying Dan’s wishes.
“Butt on the bed,” he said in an amused voice. “Feet in the air. You are going to feel my punishment, young lady.”
I whimpered but obeyed. Holy smokes, did my butt hurt as I settled it back on the mattress and pointed my saddle shoes towards the ceiling.
The skirt fell back, displaying my sex to Dan’s eager gaze. He stood over me, looking at my wide-open pussy.
“Look how wet you are,” he said in a mock-disapproving tone. “Miss Payson, you are the naughtiest little girl I’ve ever known. You are in need of great discipline. Give me your hands.”
I pulled them out from under my neck and extended them towards him. He untied them.
“Now use your fingers to part those pretty pink pussy lips. Open that sweet little cunt for me.”
I gasped at the crude word he used, but I couldn’t deny the excitement it sent racing through my core. I did as I was told, feeling myself soft and slippery. Touching myself sent shivers down my spine.
Standing framed between my splayed legs, Dan undid the button of his trousers. He pulled the zipper open. Then he reached in and drew out his erect cock. The crown flushed deep red, almost purple. Veins stood out on its thick length, visibly throbbing with need. It looked impossibly huge, more like a battering ram than an instrument of love. I cringed to see him look at me with demand while holding that brutal flesh.
“That’s right, Miss Payson. Here is what being a bad girl gets you. Maybe you will consider your actions carefully next time.”
“Yes sir,” I tried to sob. My voice was more breathy come-hither than don’t-hurt-me-with-that-thing, but he didn’t comment on it.
Instead Dan said, “Keep holding yourself open while you take your penalty.”
He guided himself to me. The burning head of his cock zeroed in on my pussy, the tip nudging and entering the entrance.
I made myself tight so that I might feel the delightful pain as keenly as possible. Dan didn’t take me violently, but he shoved inside with determination. This was a reprimand for bad little me after all. I wasn’t to be let off easily.
Hard, uncompromising flesh shoved deep inside. I squalled but kept my pussy open for the invasion. I took my medicine like a repentant little girl, accepting her due discipline.
Halfway in, Dan grasped my hands and pulled them away from my flesh. His mouth warmed my fingers as he sucked on the juices coating them. Then he went back to tunneling in until he was fully embedded. I shouted from the delight of being filled and the hurt of having my beaten rear pressed against his hips and thighs.
Dan leaned forward over me. My calves were set against his shoulders, butt tilted up so that he had a better angle to push even deeper within me. I whimper-screamed as mingled pain and pleasure doubled.
“That’s right. Little girl is getting what she deserves,” Dan grunted.
He still held my hands and pinned them to the bed on either side of my head. With me fixed in place, his hips rose and then fell. His cock moved within me, the friction exquisite. His body came in harsh contact with the places the paddle had branded me. Again, exquisite.
Dan was rarely gentle when it came to sex. We both like it rough, him riding me with masculine strength. That’s how he took me then. Our bodies smacked hard together with every thrust, sending blazing sensation through me. Within minutes elation barreled through my body, my pussy seizing as climax pulsed. I clung to Dan’s shoulders as I screamed my way through wave after wave of ecstasy.
He was relentless as he drove hard against me. Again I felt the waves of rapture building. Again I was swept into the storm of elation that went higher with each plunge Dan made. Again I was dashed to pieces in the thrilling maelstrom.
I had barely finished with the second orgasm when Dan pulled free. He picked me up and flipped me over. I didn’t have a chance to think about what was happening before I felt his cock burrowing into my still tender behind.
I flopped helplessly on the bed as he shoved back and forth, pulling me in tight to greet each eager thrust. Heaven help me, the feeling of him taking me hard readied me
for another climax.
As I was shaken like a rag doll, I caught our reflection in the nearby vanity mirror. Dan’s face tilted back towards the ceiling, his mouth slowly opening wider and wider. At the same time, his eyes squeezed shut. Tendons stood out from his neck in sharp relief. His fingers dug deep into the flesh encasing my hips. His groin punished my lobster-red butt as he pounded against it, making usually firm gluteus muscles shake like gelatin. Good night, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I reached for my clit as Dan’s thrusts turned to spasmodic jerks. A long groan wheezed from him as I felt the telltale twitch of his cock inside me releasing its pleasure. Watching Dan’s strained expression slide into euphoria, I tugged hard on my flesh and joined him in the warm wash of release.
A few minutes later we crept beneath the bed’s crisp white sheets to cuddle. Dan spooned against me. Having wished away the pain of the spanking, I snuggled back against him. All was right with the world.
My name is Brandilynn Payson. I am a one-man woman now and happy to be so. I sometimes play the part of a former lover’s sister because I inherited her body. I have had my rough spots and will continued to have more. Because among the many things I am, I am also a vampire, and that is going to take some getting used to.
That’s right. I’m a vampire, and it’s going to be okay.
The End
Other books by Tracy St. John available at Smashwords.com:
Unholy Union
The Font
To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue
THE CLANS OF KALQUOR SERIES:
Alien Embrace
Alien Rule
Alien Conquest
Alien Salvation
Alien Slave
Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories
Alien Redemption
Alien Refuge
Alien Caged
Alien Indiscretions
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
Clan and Crown
OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS
Sister Katherine
Michaela
Shalia’s Diary Book 1
Shalia’s Diary Book 2
Shalia’s Diary Book 3
Shalia’s Diary Book 4
Shalia’s Diary Book 5
Shalia’s Diary Book 6
THE NETHERWORLD SERIES:
Drop Dead Sexy
Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
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