Nothing continued to happen. For several minutes, he just sat there. I couldn't see his face, I couldn't see anything except one gleaming black shoe and his dark trousers. I began to wriggle, and his hand connected sharply with my ass.
“Ow!” I squealed in shock. “That hurt!”
“It was meant to.” His voice was unemotional. “Now lie still, until I am ready.”
But I couldn't. I felt the humiliation almost more than my excitement. But that was pretty high too. I could feel my pussy lips swollen and throbbing. My thighs were slippery and I was sure that he could tell how aroused I was.
Then he moved slightly under me, and I realized that I could feel his hardness pressing into my hip. He tugged me closer and began smoothing his hand over my ass cheeks.
“This is going to hurt, Toni. Get ready. Twenty spanks.” I tensed myself, but felt his fingers slide between my thighs. Oh, God! He knew how excited I was.
“I wonder if you were sassing me deliberately, Antonia?” He mused. “Never mind.”
Then a harsh slap echoed through the room, and I was jerked forward on his lap by the force of the smack.
“Ow!” I gasped. That had been a lot harder than I expected, and I gritted my teeth ready for the next. He smacked the other cheek equally sharply and I began to feel my cheeks burn.
The third stroke hit me at the top of my thighs where they met my ass, and that hurt most of all. I began to wriggle.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please stop!”
“You have a lesson to learn, young lady, and I’m going to make sure you learn it.” James's voice was calm. And he continued to spank me on my already tender cheeks. Then he paused.
“I wonder if your ass cheeks are nearly as red as your face when you saw me in here?” He mused, his hand rubbing my poor, abused backside. “Oh well, another eight to go.”
“Eight?” I was shocked.
“Eight,” he said firmly, his hand leaving my ass and then connecting sharply as the next set began.
But I couldn't concentrate. Partly the sheer humiliation and the pain, but mostly it was being the sole object of his attention that was making me so horny I could barely keep still.
As I writhed under his hand, his other arm tightened over me, keeping me still. I began rubbing my thighs together, pressing them harder, trying to put pressure on my clit.
“Oh no, you don’t.” James’ hand pushed between my legs and stopped me by pushing my thighs apart.
“All in good time, Antonia.” And with that, I had to be satisfied.
How did he know exactly how many times to spank me to reduce me to tears? It was the last three that did it for me, and when he removed his arm and told me to stand up, I was sniveling, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
His expression became gentler, and he reached up and wiped my eyes. “It’ll get easier, Toni. It will.”
Then his expression firmed up. “The next part of your punishment might be a bit harder.” He reached forward and took hold of my negligee, twisting the fabric, lifting it and tying it in a knot around my waist. My body was covered above my waist, but below that I was naked, my mound and my ass exposed in the huge room, the vast windows giving the illusion of exposure. Oddly, I felt far more exposed and vulnerable being partly naked like this than if he’d stripped me completely, and I stood there, my cheeks burning as much as my ass cheeks felt like they were.
The humiliation aspect excited me even more. I was sure that if he looked at me for one more minute, I’d just come on the spot.
“Turn around.” His voice brooked no argument, and I slowly turned to face away from him. I jumped when I felt the featherlight touch of his fingernail tracing across my sizzling ass cheek.
“What a pretty pink,” he mused. “I think you’ll remember your lesson when you sit down for the rest of the day, won’t you, Toni?”
“Yes, James,” I muttered, hoping against hope that he would make love to me now. I was so aroused I could barely wait. “Could we … could we go to bed now?”
He chuckled. “Not so fast. We haven’t completed your punishment.”
I spun back around to face him. “We haven’t?”
“No. We haven’t.” He sat up a bit straighter. “Your task now is to put somebody else’s feelings and wishes in front of your own.” He smiled slightly. “I know you can do it. I watched you when you were at work at the diner. Now, I want you to think of me. Think what I’d like, and do that.”
I gasped slightly. “What you’d like?”
“Yes. What do you think I’d like? What could you do to please me?”