Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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"What do you say, Vanessa?"
Fuck you, is what I wanted to say.
"I'm so sorry, Angelo, I swear, I won't do it again!" Is what my dumb ass actually said.
My voice sounded foreign to me. It was fraught with pleasure and sitting at a pitch much higher than was natural. I felt even more betrayed when another moan slipped out of my mouth after his hand connected with the skin of my ass again. It felt hot to the touch and I squirmed with the sensation overload.
"How many was that?" 19 too many nigga.
"20."
I couldn't believe that I was laid over his knee, and he was spanking me. At least when I did it, I gave him the dignity of being stood up!
And what was even more incredulous to me was the fact that my body was vibrating with pleasure more than it ever had while he was "disciplining" me. It was by no stretch of the imagination the first time he smacked my ass or otherwise "corrected my behaviour". And I always enjoyed it.
But when he first put me over his knee, I was filled with indignation. There was no way he was about to do me like that. In my mind it was clear; I would let him get one or two smacks in and then say Mango. I wasn't going for it. Or at least, that's what I thought.
While counting one and two out, a feeling of embarrassment accompanied each contact. But somewhere between two and three, the sting of his firm strikes disintegrated into another kind of sensation. I just wanted to feel him at that point, any way he saw fit.
After the last one, he reached between my legs, and grazed my clit ever so lightly, soon collecting the copious evidence of my arousal. A firm arm around my waist stopped me from bucking too hard at the contact. I couldn't see it, but I knew he indulged himself in a taste of me, as I heard the faint sound of his fingers leaving his mouth.
"You wanna be my good girl, Vanessa?" He had returned his hand to my ass, rubbing the last sting away. The tender motion only stoked my fire. When his hand slipped between my legs, to softly stroke that skin too, I started shaking.
I wasn't quite in control of myself. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be the girl of his dreams. So I practically screamed yes.
