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“You broke my rules twice just now, Alice.”
It wasn’t a question so I remained silent. He reached one hand up and handed me his glass of scotch. I took it and held it as he watched me. He took my other hand and pulled me towards him, directing my body with his arms. He slowly lay me down across his lap with his glass still in my outstretched arm.
“If you spill anything at all I’ll be rather upset with you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Richards,” I replied, trying to steady myself.
The first slap came as a complete surprise. In fact, I heard it before I felt it, but the sting it left on my ass spread throughout my entire body. Somehow, I managed not to spill his drink.
“You did want to be punished, didn’t you? You wouldn’t have forgotten the rules otherwise. Isn’t that so, Alice?”
“No, Mr. Richards,” I started to say before his hand came down the second time. Before I could say another word he hit me three more times in exactly the same spot and I cried out. I could feel a fire between my legs as I tried to hold still, and yet as soon as the blows stopped I felt alone. I felt empty and strange, and for a second I wondered if maybe I had upset him enough to stop.
“I mean, yes, Mr. Richards. I needed you to punish me. That’s why I made a mistake.”
His hand was soft and gentle on my skin once more and he touched the tender places where he had struck me. Even the lightest touch sent shivers through my body and brought back the pain of his hand. He moved up and down, and without warning he pushed two fingers inside of me.
“Ohhh,” I screamed out, as he easily entered me. I was wetter than I had ever been before, but I still felt empty inside. I felt like there was a part of me missing and I didn’t know what it was. He pushed his fingers deeply inside of me, and I tried not to squirm on his lap. I tried even harder not to come at his touch.