Just A Woman (Marina: Part Two: Naughty Nookie Series) by Serena Akeroyd Page A

making the tiny
hairs rise and gooseflesh quiver over me in great waves.  Despite myself,
the delicacy of his touch has heat flooding my veins and I know soon, my pussy
will start to slicken with cream.
    I don’t know if
the idea mortifies me or arouses me.  My confusion protects me for a few
seconds as his hand skims upwards, dragging my T-shirt higher until my butt is
on display.  His hand tugs at the waistband of my panties and he drags
them down so that my ass is completely bare and even though he’s seen my butt
before, it still puts me on edge.  Something he soothes, because he does
the same here, rubbing the flesh, dragging his workman’s hand over my
smooth-as-silk skin. 
    He lulls me into a
false sense of security, because this, this is nice.  Real nice. 
Almost soothing.  And just as I relax that little bit more, his hand
lifts, I feel a slight gust of air and then bang .  Okay, not bang,
but still.  Ouch!
    “Fuck,” I grit
out, shocked despite myself at the harshness of his hit.  The slap of my
flesh against his hand hurt more than I imagined.  It stings.  My
hand arcs back of its own volition and hovers over my butt, before touching the
soft skin and feeling a gentle heat from the friction of the smack.
    He hums under his
breath as he grabs my hand.  “Firstly, I told you not to swear. 
Secondly, don’t reach back; keep your hands in front of you.  You need to
be punished for the curse word and if you reach back again, you’ll need to be
punished for that.  We’ll start with three spanks per infraction. 
How many does that make, Marina?”
    I bite my lip at
the answer. 
    Fourteen more
stinging slaps?  It wasn’t a gentle pat, a soft smack, it was hard. 
Hard enough to have my body jerking forward.  Not over the other side of
the armrest.  But still, a good few inches!
    “Marina?”
    “Fourteen- fifteen
in total,” I grit out.
    “Yes.  Every
day, we’ll increase this number, because you’ll be learning on a daily
basis.  Every time you do something I punish you for, you should remember
and not do it again.  Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, who?”
    “Yes, Nate.”
    “Good.  Say
my name, remember who’s doing this to you, Marina.  Me.  Nobody else,
because nobody else has power over you.”  His words have a profound effect
on the pair of us.  They have me sucking in a breath and he... well, let’s
just say something hard starts to prod me in the belly.
    That he’s excited
has my pussy heating once again.  In reaction to the slap, it had cooled
down a little, but that faint ridge of his erection rubbing against my softness
through the denim... well, it’s perked me right up.   I’m not the
only one affected.  I’m not alone here.
    And that he wants
me to call him by his name reassures me even more.  I don’t want to call
him Sir or Master.  He’s Nate to me.  Always has been.  Always
will be.
    “Count each one as
I spank you.”
    “Yes, Nate.”
    A hard tap has me
stuttering, “Two.”  My arm jolts with the need to reach back, but I manage
to contain it by digging my nails into the armrest. 
    As the sound of
skin clapping against skin echoes around the room, I gasp out, “Four.”
    With my back to
him, I’m unprepared for every hit and each time he smacks my butt, it comes as
a shock.  The sheer power in the slap still surprises me.
     By the time
I’m gasping out, “Eight!” I feel like my butt is glowing.  It stings like
a bitch.  Not sore, not even painful, just a weird burn.  A strange
kind of heat that I’m ashamed to admit is both distressing and a turn on. 
    My hips have
started to jerk as tender flesh is tormented again and again, because he isn’t
moving around, dispersing the sting.  Just on the flat of my ass so that
all day, whenever I sit down, I’ll remember my punishment.
    Fuck, that I even
understand why he’s doing what he’s doing tells me I’m in hot water.
    And Christ, I like
it.
    My pussy is
hot.