Despite knowing what was going to happen, she wasn't prepared for it. A sharp sting made her suck in a breath, her shoulders tensing. She felt him smoothly rub his hand over the spot, minimising the pain by a smidge.
"One," She said quietly but he heard her. There wasn't much time for her to recover before Aneurin slapped her rear again. Not as prepared as last time, she gasped loudly before settling into a groan. Somehow, she managed to get out a "two". Again, he rubbed out the pain with the palm of his hand and accompanied it with a gentle squeeze. Then he struck her cheek again, harder than before.
"Three," Her voice hitched. Her toes flexed and she pushed her body into them, her back arched, her arms stretched out in front of her. They clenched around the pillows corners like an anchor as she focused on her breathing.
The next two times she was spanked, she immediately blurted out the numbers. She felt herself get wetter, the pain biting into her pleasantly. Her sighs were drawn out; they bought a sense of relief to her. But this was destroyed when Aneurin dipped his hand below her cheeks and into her heat. Pushing into his fingers, she tried to get him to give her more contact as he caressed her slick folds with the lightest touch. Out of nowhere came the next slap.
"Si-ix," She swallowed hard, hating the stutter and loving the feeling. He treated her again by pressing his fingers in further, reaching deep into the warm spongy walls that welcomed and hugged the intruders with salty-smelling juices. Retracting his fingers, Aneurin licked them clean and slapped her harder.
She cried out, struggling to formulate the number in a comprehensible tone. Her whimpers swamped her sense with the sting on her cherry red cheeks and the pressure on her holes. Aneurin waited and counted in his head to ten.
"Do you need to use the safe word?" His velvety voice spoke calmly. It instantly soothed her, heading straight to and leaking out of her core.
"No," She rubbed her head into the pillow. She was thoroughly enjoying this and she was not backing down now.
"Good," Aneurin soothed staring down at her quivering form before sharply smacking her cheek again, "Then why aren't you counting? Do you need to restart?"
"Sorry," Y/N got out an apology amidst her whines and added "seven" to appease him. It worked.
"Good girl." Without warning, she was spanked again but she was ready this time. Just two more to go, she thought.
"Eight," She panted. This time, when he moved his hand back to her pussy, his thumb brushed over her anus. It was not pushing, simply glossing over it as it throbbed for him invitingly. Trying not to pull or push her body, she waited for his next move. For a moment, the pad of his thumb simply lingered over the hole, barely touching it. Then it was removed and the penultimate slap arrived.
"N-Nine." Aneurin quickly swiped her core, hovering over her anus for a moment longer. Then he pressed his fingertip directly onto it and wiped the juices across it, making it slippery. He stroked his finger straight back down and toyed with her clit before going back up. The rowing motion teased her with more and yet less contact. He delivered the final slap across her bright cheeks.
"Ten."
"That's my baby," Aneurin leant forward and kissed her red cheeks in turn, hearing her hum contentedly as he stroked and squeezed the voluptuous curves keening into him. She'd held up her end of the bargain – mostly – now it was his turn.
"Let's get you on your back," He moved his hands to her back and stomach, guiding her to roll over. She allowed herself to be shifted over, obedient. She was ready for release, no matter how it was given to her. His hand glided up between her thighs, making her shudder.
"Prop your knees up," He instructed, his soft tones thick like honey to mask his authority. With loose limbs, she tucked her heels to the sides. Her legs spread and unable to close as Aneurin leant on her pelvis with his forearm.
"There's a good girl," He whispered. Two of his fingers glided into her and rippled against her g-spot with his palm rubbing her exposed clit. She tried to wriggle underneath him but she was pinned to the bed and unable to touch him by the guidelines of her punishment. She wasn't about to ruin it now.
He added a third finger to his roster. The scissoring motion sped up, unaffected by her cries and his rough movements. The crescendo was too much for her but she couldn't speak, she couldn't protest or fight him. She could only ride it out. Tirelessly, he kept up the pace and stared intently at her, observing her every reaction with great intrigue. Leaning forwards, he twisted his arm around so that her hips were free and so that he had unobtrusive access to her clit. He rubbed it mercilessly and continued to finger her to the point where he lifted her hips off the bed, unabashedly hitting her g-spot with vigour.
All air rushed from her lungs as she orgasmed with her mouth hanging loose. Her eyes shut tight as the pleasure crashed into her, rendering her body immobile. After she stiffened for several seconds, soaking Aneurin's hand, she collapsed with a loud exhale into the bed.
Releasing her hips, Aneurin crawled over her body, "Are you ok? Do you need a drink?"
Sluggishly, she nodded with a small hum. After a brief silence, she felt Aneurin help her sit up and hold the water bottle to her lips. She sipped steadily, a few drops escaping and tracking down her face. With the corner of the duvet, he wiped them away as she gave a nod that she was done with her refreshments. Taking a sip then screwing the bottle's lid back on, he placed it back beside the bed and cradled her in his lap. Soporific, she knew he was allowing her to recharge and snuggled into his chest.
"Are you ok?" She asked, her voice a little hoarse, "You were really good."
"Are you sure? I didn't hit you too hard?"
"No, you were perfect,"
"Good girl. My good girl," He smiled adoringly before gently kissing her forehead, easing her back into the homeostasis of the turn down before bed.
