Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories Read Online Free PDF Page A

are. Don’t move.”
    I tried not to move, but I couldn’t help squeezing my legs together. This was so fucking hot. He was so fucking hot, delivering orders and making my ass burn like hell, and not letting me try to rub it better. He threw the belt down on the couch and picked up the strap.
    “I should have used this first,” he said. “Your ass is too red now for the word to show. And of course, the paddle will obliterate it all anyway. But we can still try to make an angel of you, I suppose.”
    I let out a long breath, thinking about the word “obliterate.” He was kind of obliterating my courage. And my pussy.
    He raised his arm and landed the strap where he’d landed the belt, just on the underside of my cheeks. I squeaked and danced on my toes. He had to force me back over again. The strap felt heavier than the belt, and way more thuddy.
    “Only five with this one,” he said. “It’ll get you ready for the paddle.”
    “Is the paddle going to be bad?”
    “Big Red’s the most painful one I have.”
    Big Red? I stared down at the paddle, wondering how it could be so painful when it seemed thinner and lighter than the others. I cringed as the second blow of the strap stung my backside. He stopped, checked my skin, and strapped me again.
    “I see the word angel on there.” He laughed and squeezed my ass as I sucked in air through my teeth. “We can always dream.”
    I’m an angel , I said to myself as the third blow fell. I’m a good girl. He’s making me a good girl. But ouch... Number four and five fell in hard, stinging impacts. Again, he squeezed my ass, running his fingers over the most painful parts.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Checking you. Straps make bruises. I don’t want you to look too bad. This is only your second spanking, right?”
    What, did he think I’d gone out and gotten some other spanking in the last two weeks? “Yes, it’s only my second spanking,” I said.
    “Are you hanging in there?”
    “It hurts, but...”
    “But it’s a good kind of hurt?”
    I wiggled my ass under his hand. “Yes. For now. Although I’m a little worried about that paddle.”
    He put the strap down and picked up the red implement. “You should be worried. But after ten good stingers with this one, we’ll be done. This time, I’m going to ask you to count like you did at the end of the first spanking. It helps me judge where you are.”
    Where I was? What did he mean by that? I knew exactly where I was...bent over my fucking couch with my ass offered up for more hurt.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    “Yes. Uh. Mostly.”
    “Be still. No reaching back. Keep your hands on the couch.”
    “Okay.”
    He paused. “ Yes, Sir sounds more polite for a young lady who’s being spanked.”
    Oh my holy shit. “Yes, Sir,” I said, in my most polite, spanked-young-lady voice, which had a quaver in it.
    I waited, tense and anxious, and then a hot, huge crack of pain exploded across my ass cheeks. I lurched forward, screamed owwwww , and then reached back to protect myself from any more agony.
    “No,” he said. “What did I tell you? No reaching back.” He tapped my hand with the paddle until I stuck it back on the couch. “From here on out, when you reach back, you get that stroke over again. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Now count, and keep your hands out of my way.”
    Count? Oh yeah, I was supposed to count, which was kind of hard when I could barely think. I swallowed hard. “Uh...one.”
    One? And there were nine more to go? “ Oww! Two,” I cried as the next stroke landed. The paddle was wicked for real. It wasn’t just the sting, it was the real estate. It was thinner, but it was bigger in impact area than the other two implements.
    The next stroke had my legs kicking up as I cried, “Three!” I had to shove my hands into the cushion to keep from flinging them behind me. He put a hand on my back as if to calm me.
    “Okay?” he asked.
    “No, I’m not okay. That