Love, Camping

Chapter 14 | Giggles and Tears

Jessica Timbers P.O.V.

"Get ready for your punishment Little one." He smirked, his hand placed on my ass.

"My what?" I stared at him, surprised.

"Ten spanks for ignoring me, ten for eavesdropping and ten for lying. What's the total little one?"

I searched his eyes, wondering whether he was being serious.

How did this happen all of a sudden?

I opened my mouth to object but he shut me up with a spank.

I gasped.

"Total." He ordered with a small glare.

"Thirty." I pouted.

"Good. Keep counting alright?" He smiled, enjoying it more than anything.

I noticed how the lights in the room made his dark eyes shine. I was kind of envious of how hot he was. It was like god took all his time to create him, paying attention to all the dark and delicate features. I have never seen anyone with dark eyes and dark hairs that complimented them as much as they complimented him.

He pushed me down on his lap and held my ass up. I heard him suck in a breath as he traced my curves. His hands moved from my waist to my thighs, leaving behind my skin in goose bumps.

I was wet and throbbing from the simple touch.

My heart almost jumped to my throat when the first smack landed on my ass with a small thump.

I sighed when I barely felt any sting.

Phew! That was easy.

"O-one." My voice cracked as I counted.

My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as I arched my back a little. He raised his arm and landed another smack on my butt, this time harder than before.

I gasped, feeling my sex pulsate from the sharp sting.

F*ck!

"Two." I breathed out, shuffling on his lap.

He cupped my lower cheek and gently rubbed on the area.

I purred softly, holding my ass up for him. It earned me a soft kiss on my shoulder and a low warning in my ear.

"Stop wiggling your ass Jessica."

The corner of my lips pulled up at his warning. I jerked forward as he planted another hard smack on my butt before massaging my butt cheeks.

"Three!"

He continued with his punishment, each smack harder than before. He kept massaging it after each stroke, rubbing my back and whispering in my ears whenever he felt it was too hard. My skin stung, shivered and sighed as his large hands soothed the area he had slapped.

I don't remember at what point I began to feel desperate for his touches and his voice. But what was sure that I was a mess. My hairs were sticking to my face and into my mouth as I moaned each number. My cheeks were burning and I was almost breathless. My heart thudded into my chest and in between my legs.

I even surprised him by rubbing on his leg a few times.

His room was filled with my moans, gasps and the sharpness of each blow to my skin. I would hold my breath any time I heard footsteps outside, but he only smacked me hard and loud each time.

I feared it might be a teacher outside but he did not.

Time passed by too quickly as his hand came down on my ass again and I yelped.