Spanking Ms. Whitman by Kate Richards Read Free Book Online Page A

to stay steady, keep from wobbling. “Yes, sir.”
    “As we agreed, I will now give you twenty spanks. Are you ready to count them.”
    “Y-yes.” She drew a deep breath and let it out, praying for the ability to speak, once the first— Crack! Searing pain rushed through her limbs and tears flooded her vision. She squeezed her eyes closed and choked out, “One.”
    Mona clenched her ass cheeks but the second slap hurt much worse, like fire on her upper thigh. I thought all the spanks were on the ass. “Oh, two!”
    “Good. Now we begin for real.”
    “W-what? Those weren’t real?”
    His hand rested with casual familiarity on her upper leg, so close to her aching pussy, if he’d move an inch higher... .
    “No. Practice.” He gave a brisk rub where he’d slapped her thigh. “And remember to breathe.”
    Still tense, she ground her teeth against shrieking at the burn of the third spank, right where the first had landed, the sharp sound adding to the pain. She waited, but another did not fall. “Sir?”
    “You forget quickly.”
    Damn, damn, damn! “I didn’t count.”
    “We begin again.” The smack on the other cheek made her jump, but she said, “One.”
    “Very good, Miss Mona.” He rubbed over the sting and the next spank landed on the first side again. “Two.”
    Her breasts rubbed against his pants each time she bounced in reaction to the slaps on her fanny, and her nipples became so sensitive, she whimpered. Three, four five, all the way up to fifteen when a repeat smack on the side of her left cheek sent all sensible thought out of her head and her hands flew from their position on the floor to cover her backside. Her head dangled, the blood rushing to her brain.
    Noooo….
    His deep inhale pressed his abdomen against her side. Her heart threatened to beat its frantic way out of her chest. Mona waited.
    After a moment, he clasped her around the waist and lifted her to her feet, tugging her to face him. “I thought you were going to make it.”
    Her eyes flooded with tears. “I-I’m so sorry.” Her weak legs threatened to give way and she was grateful for his firm hold on her waist, under the hem of her blouse. As if he supported her with his warm palms on her cool skin. “Do we have to begin again?”
    He twisted her so her back was toward him and released her. To her relief, her knees held firm. His steady voice with its note of compassion nearly undid her. “No, what did I say would happen if you covered your pretty fanny while I spanked you?”
    Her mind rushed. What did he say? My butt hurts, and…oh I upset him, he sounds so sad, so kind….
    “Miss Mona?”
    She swallowed. “Y-you said you would paddle me.”
    “What else?” A quick smack across her backside and she jumped, the sting drawing a gasp from deep in her throat. “I also said, I might have you stand in the corner, did I not?”
    “Yes, sir.” Her voice soft, she could hardly hear it, but evidently he did.
    Another sharp slap and she cried out.
    “Go!” He gave her a little push on her lower back. She reached for her underwear but he covered her hand. “No, they are fine as they are, at your knees. I have a couple of phone calls to make while you think about things. Then we can discuss what other punishments you may have earned.”
    Mona winced at the indignity of shuffling steps with her knees bound by the elastic and cotton of her panties. Reaching her destination, she stared at the angle formed by the meeting of the two walls. So hard to stand still, her ass burning.
    Mr. Marks made his first call, discussing something about a stock trade. Her whirring brain didn’t make much sense of it, but she itched to rub away the sting and flexed her fingers, longing to touch it, try to soothe the pain. Soon, the torment became too much and she reached around her back , but at a curt, “Leave it!” and she dropped the offending limb back to her side.
    As he said good-bye, she sighed in relief, only to gasp as she heard