and slippers too. I want you naked for this punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” She obeyed, removing the last of her clothing, and turned to face him with her
head lowered. She appeared humbled and submissive. So lovely. It was all he could do to keep
from bending her over the bed and thrusting into her pussy. His cock hardened as her willingness
to submit to her punishment fueled his desire.
“Bend over the bed, girl, and spread your legs wide. I want to see all of you. Your little
pussy, and your rosebud too.”
As expected, his words made her blush redder and her eyes flashed with surprise. She
hesitated only a moment before complying with his commands. With slow movements, she
approached the bed and bent over, placing her palms flat on the surface. She spread her legs a
little at a time and thrust her bottom out, giving a clear view of her intimate parts. Displaying
herself just to him.
“Your pussy’s all pink and swollen,” he said, touching her to discover her wetness
growing.
* * *
Of course her pussy was all pink and swollen. Gavin had spanked her pussy the night
before, but she didn’t wish to share that information with Trent, lest it give him any ideas. She
had a feeling whatever punishment he was about to deliver would be more sexual in nature than
the one he’d originally planned to give her. Why else would he make her spread this way? She
was grateful he’d calmed down and listened to her explanations. She was also grateful for the
weird mental connection between them. At least he knew she was truly sorry for stealing the key
out of his pocket.
“Since your bottom is already well-punished, girl, I’m not going to add to it. Gavin thinks
he’s gentler than I, but he’s got a heavy hand himself.” He chuckled.
Amelia started to rise up, but he stilled her with a firm hand on her back, forcing her to
remain bent over the bed. He nudged her feet wider apart. The cool air reached her most intimate
parts, reminding her of her vulnerable position.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
She heard him cross the room and open up several drawers. When he returned, he splayed
her bottom cheeks apart with one hand, and her legs began to tremble. Oh, no . His attentions
were focused on her bottom hole.
Would he really punish her there?
Yes. He would. Gavin had punished her pussy, and she had no doubt Trent intended to
punish her asshole. His next words confirmed her fears.
“Instead of a spanking, I’m going to punish your bottom hole, Amelia. I expect you to be
a good girl and keep still for this. If you fight me, I’ll use more than one finger.”
Cool liquid trickled down her crack, and he massaged it between her cheeks, caressing
her shy entrance. He pushed one digit inside, past her tightness. The intrusion burned, and she
squirmed in place, suddenly short of breath.
“You were a very naughty girl.” He shoved deeper.
Amelia closed her eyes tight and clutched the covers for support. Her hands curled into
fists and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Or begging. She wished to please Trent
and accept this unusual brand of punishment. He’d asked her to be his good girl, and that’s
exactly what she wanted to be. Oh, but it hurt. How could one finger cause so much discomfort?
It burned, it filled her up, and it called up her desire at the same time. Frustrated, she fought the
urge to clamp her thighs together to relieve the building ache.
“You’re tight, girl.” He increased the pace of his thrusts, and more cool liquid was
trickled down her crevice and pushed into her hole, paving the way for him to plunge in and out
even faster. And deeper. “Are you going to be good from now on? Or will you require more
lessons like this?”
“Oh! I’ll be good. I don’t want any more lessons like this. Ever.”
An especially deep thrust caused her to clench down on his finger and close her legs
slightly.
“Spread again,” he commanded. “Good.