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in full force, this time bringing the spatula down every few words.
“I’ll tell you what you did. You are demeaning yourself again. And that is not acceptable. ”
At “not acceptable” he started bringing it down hard and methodically back and forth, alternating left to right, as he made his views on her self-deprecation known.
“You are beautiful, funny, sassy, incredibly intelligent, and someone I am very much looking forward to getting to know. And you are sexy as fuck! I do not give attention to people who I do not want to give attention to. I did not dream about chastising this sexy ass for months because I felt obligated. I am attracted to your body, Miss Douglas. Not just your body, but your body was the first thing I noticed and everything else is catching up to my desires in that regard. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
By the second volley of swats, Bernie felt like her bottom was going to bruise, that erotic cleansing hand spanking from twenty minutes ago was like a feather dusting compared to the assault that she was experiencing on her rear. She tried to kick him away. She tried to stop the spatula from falling. She screamed like a banshee. But he just continued raining down blows on her bottom. She felt like, well like someone was beating the crap out of her ass, and she did not like it. If this is what spankings were going to be like, they could stay in her erotic novels. This was no fun!
Her fighting and screeching seemed to be falling on deaf ears though, as the spatula just kept falling over and over. Levi held her firmly against the table, and stopped her feet from kicking, by pressing his leg against them. Bernie wore herself out screaming and trying to get away until finally, she collapsed against the table, physically weary and sobbing. She lost count of how many times the wood cracked against her ass.
Levi however did not lose count. He had planned for twenty, but her fighting had let him know that she was not ready for it to be over and so he continued. He was relieved when around fifty, she seemed to give in, even if it was just exhaustion, and he did twenty-five more, slightly lighter, but, on her cherry red bottom, she probably could not differentiate anymore. Setting the spatula down, he lightly ran his hand over her bottom. He was surprised at how hot it was to the touch. He felt a twinge of guilt, but immediately replaced it with stern resolve. She needed to know where he stood on this issue, and it wasn’t his fault that she had fought back so hard and needed to be broken. Well, he hoped he had not actually broken her, he just needed her to submit.
Her body limp against the table, Levi’s legs and torso pressed against her literally the only thing keeping her standing, Bernie barely noticed that he had stopped. She was fluctuating between release, anger and hurt. Not just physical, not even mostly the physical, but a deep hurt in her soul. She felt like she had been damaged. Like he had spanked her to her very soul. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or hated him for it.
Levi could sense the conflict in her, it was radiating out of her body, and he gently rubbed her back. “We are done with spanks, Bernadette.” He started to turn her around to hold her. She surprised him by shrugging his hands off of her shoulders and slipping out of his reach.
In a deadpan tone, she pointed towards the door. “I think it’s best that you leave now. Thank you for your help last night, and I hope you have a good day.”
Levi looked at her in shock, feeling like he had missed some integral piece of information. “Bernadette wha—”
She glared, her tone getting sharper, “Out. Just leave. Now.”
“Bernie, I just want to hold you and ta—”
“Get the fuck out!”
Anger and hurt flared up in Levi’s belly, but he knew that responding in the moment would only lead to a fight. He quickly and quietly gathered his things, putting them into his duffel, Bernie unmoving just
“I’ll tell you what you did. You are demeaning yourself again. And that is not acceptable. ”
At “not acceptable” he started bringing it down hard and methodically back and forth, alternating left to right, as he made his views on her self-deprecation known.
“You are beautiful, funny, sassy, incredibly intelligent, and someone I am very much looking forward to getting to know. And you are sexy as fuck! I do not give attention to people who I do not want to give attention to. I did not dream about chastising this sexy ass for months because I felt obligated. I am attracted to your body, Miss Douglas. Not just your body, but your body was the first thing I noticed and everything else is catching up to my desires in that regard. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
By the second volley of swats, Bernie felt like her bottom was going to bruise, that erotic cleansing hand spanking from twenty minutes ago was like a feather dusting compared to the assault that she was experiencing on her rear. She tried to kick him away. She tried to stop the spatula from falling. She screamed like a banshee. But he just continued raining down blows on her bottom. She felt like, well like someone was beating the crap out of her ass, and she did not like it. If this is what spankings were going to be like, they could stay in her erotic novels. This was no fun!
Her fighting and screeching seemed to be falling on deaf ears though, as the spatula just kept falling over and over. Levi held her firmly against the table, and stopped her feet from kicking, by pressing his leg against them. Bernie wore herself out screaming and trying to get away until finally, she collapsed against the table, physically weary and sobbing. She lost count of how many times the wood cracked against her ass.
Levi however did not lose count. He had planned for twenty, but her fighting had let him know that she was not ready for it to be over and so he continued. He was relieved when around fifty, she seemed to give in, even if it was just exhaustion, and he did twenty-five more, slightly lighter, but, on her cherry red bottom, she probably could not differentiate anymore. Setting the spatula down, he lightly ran his hand over her bottom. He was surprised at how hot it was to the touch. He felt a twinge of guilt, but immediately replaced it with stern resolve. She needed to know where he stood on this issue, and it wasn’t his fault that she had fought back so hard and needed to be broken. Well, he hoped he had not actually broken her, he just needed her to submit.
Her body limp against the table, Levi’s legs and torso pressed against her literally the only thing keeping her standing, Bernie barely noticed that he had stopped. She was fluctuating between release, anger and hurt. Not just physical, not even mostly the physical, but a deep hurt in her soul. She felt like she had been damaged. Like he had spanked her to her very soul. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or hated him for it.
Levi could sense the conflict in her, it was radiating out of her body, and he gently rubbed her back. “We are done with spanks, Bernadette.” He started to turn her around to hold her. She surprised him by shrugging his hands off of her shoulders and slipping out of his reach.
In a deadpan tone, she pointed towards the door. “I think it’s best that you leave now. Thank you for your help last night, and I hope you have a good day.”
Levi looked at her in shock, feeling like he had missed some integral piece of information. “Bernadette wha—”
She glared, her tone getting sharper, “Out. Just leave. Now.”
“Bernie, I just want to hold you and ta—”
“Get the fuck out!”
Anger and hurt flared up in Levi’s belly, but he knew that responding in the moment would only lead to a fight. He quickly and quietly gathered his things, putting them into his duffel, Bernie unmoving just
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