Westminster Academy (Part One)

thirty-seven

"You've been such a good girl lately, haven't you?"

No. I was just too distracted to be a brat.

"Yes, sir."

Henry's hands held me firmly in place over his knee, one on my waist, the other one resting on my freshly reddened skin.

"And you really enjoyed this little spanking, didn't you?" He hummed, his fingers wandering down my thighs.

"Do you need to ask me questions like that?" I complained, but it didn't sound as bratty as I had planned. Being over Henry's knee made me too submissive these days.

He gave me a sharp slap anyway, admonishing me for not simply answering the question. I gasped softly, savouring the sweet pain once more.

"Shall we find out how much you enjoyed it?" Henry's voice gave away that the pleasure he took from this was at least as intense as mine.

I bit my lip. "No, sir..."

He chuckled lowly. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh and slowly traced upwards, leaving goosebumps all over my body.

"Just as I expected" he commented when his fingers had reached their destination. "Such a little masochist."

I tried to hide my flushed face. It was still awful to admit to myself that I was indeed a masochist, through and through. At least I had given up trying to contradict Henry when he mocked me for it. I didn't want to argue. I wanted to be overwhelmed by pleasure and pain.

This seemed to be our new thing. Whenever I was particularly riddled with guilt, I provoked him a little. Just enough to deserve a spanking, and it usually resulted in...other things, as well.

I didn't know how else to deal with my emotions. Being disciplined meant being touched, and being touched meant feeling close. I felt so disconnected from him these days, betraying him naturally created a gap between us. Being physically close seemed to compensate for the emotional distance now and then.

Today was particularly intense. Later on, I would go to my first private lesson in Mr. Salzman's office, and I was nervous. I was selfish enough to distract myself from my anxiety by letting Henry take control. And God, he was good at it.

I gasped when one of his fingers went inside of me without warning. He didn't give me time to get used to the feeling, he just started moving, faster than I could bear. The pleasure that spiked through me made me move away, a reflex I couldn't suppress. Henry stopped immediately.

"Azalea" he warned. I tried to catch my breath. "You took the pain. Now you take the pleasure. Understood?"

His voice was dark, far too attractive.

"Yes, sir" I whispered. He grabbed my waist with both of his hands, firmly putting me back in place.

"No moving."

I tried to brace myself for the sensation, but when he pushed two fingers inside of me instead of one, my self control crumbled. Henry didn't give me a chance to draw back this time. His grip on my waist hurt, in the best way possible, and I turned into a mess over his lap when he increased the pace. I tried to suppress the moans, but Henry wouldn't let me.

"Keep making these pretty noises" he hummed, thrusting deeper and barely giving me a second to breathe.

How can this feel so good?

I gave in to the pleasure, letting it take over my body and mind completely. I allowed myself to forget my problems for a bit, to escape the pressure that seemed to suffocate me from time to time.