A Blooming Flower

Defying him

Lily

Mr D lifted me up, his hands firmly supporting my thighs and placed me on his desk. He told me to wait then swiftly left the room.

I sat there letting it all sink in. Mr D had made me cum, sat on his lap, spanking me relentlessly. I'm turning into a masochist, an adulterous lustful masochist.

It hurt so much when his hand slammed into my skin. I felt the pain, but the pleasure that came with it was indescribable. Was this normal a normal reaction? I'd never been smacked before. I was a good kid, my parents have never even yelled at me growing up.

As I waited patiently for his return I began wondering if a spanking was a normal occurrence for Ellie. Did he hit her like this too when she misbehaved?

No, if he did Ellie wouldn't dare do half the shit she does. If she knew how her dad could really handle her attitude, she wouldn't walk all over him. She'd be at his knees instead, begging for forgiveness. God knows I wanted to fall to his knees and beg. I'd be begging for something else entirely though.

I'm screwed. I want to be screwed! I looked down at myself, envisioning the mess of juices that lay beneath my skirt. Maybe Mrs D was right, I am spoilt.

I wanted to stand up and check myself, but my cheeks stung so much that I couldn't even wiggle off the spot. Each time I tried the sensation only increased. It felt so wrong sitting here like this, yet it felt right somehow.

I giggled to myself, reliving my orgasm over and over in my mind. Who knew being disobedient could feel so good.

"Well I guess you don't need this then" Mr D voiced from the doorway. He was holding a tub of cream in his hand as he walked over to me. He'd changed his outfit while he was gone too, from a black suit into a fitted dark grey t-shirt and light, tight, sweatpants.

The bulge in them drew my eyes to his crotch instinctively. Did I do that?

"Can you stand yet?" he asked tenderly and I shook my head blushing as he came to my aid. Mr D wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the desk and carried me into the lounge like a princess.

He laid me out flat on the couch and told me to role over onto my stomach. I complied without thinking and by the time I realised what he was doing it was too late to escape.

Mr D lifted my skirt up to reveal everything. My bright red cheeks, my baby-pink knickers and the wet stain between my legs that I desperately didn't want him to see! The air hitting my skin felt like a burning flame and I winced at the sensation, burying my head into the cushions.

"Seems this little flower enjoyed her punishment. Perhaps a little too much" he teased. I could feel my body ache in anticipation. He laughed gently, the sound filling the air above me like a warm blanket.

His voice was quickly becoming my favourite sound. Even when he was being somewhat cruel, it was still intoxicating.

The pain eased slightly as he continued with a gentle warning "this is going to sting, OK?".

I clenched the pillow under me as the cold substance came into contact with my wounds. A moan escaped against the fabric as I felt the sting spread when his hands began to move around. He rubbed it softly over both cheeks, reassuring me as he went "just a little longer pet" and I believed him. He was right.