Free Lessons for Laura by Mia Savage Page B

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me, and soon.
    She landed a good hard smack on the cheek of my ass. “Answer
me.” Her tone no longer a whisper. Before I could speak, another in the same
spot. The sound resonated in my head as it landed on my ass.
    “Stop!” I stood up quickly, and she forced me back into
position and held me until I settled.
    “Why did you hit me?” Tears welled in my eyes.
    “Answer my question, Laura.”
    I felt her arm pull back for another smack as I blurted out,
“Yes…Yes, whatever you want. Just stop…”
    Her hand landed anyway, in the exact same hot spot as the
previous two.
    My tears were more from humiliation than pain. I was being spanked by my girlfriend! The tingle in my pussy was a direct contradiction to my disdain
for the spanking.
    She turned me back toward her, and I tried to hide my face
and my tears. She lifted my chin and kissed the drops from my cheeks.
    “I love the taste of your tears.” Her lips parted slightly to
suck them in.
    She let go of me and walked over to grandfather’s old leather
chair across the small room. She stared at me for a few moments, and then
pointed to the floor in front of her. I stood there not sure the meaning of her
gesture. She pointed to the same spot on the floor again without speaking.
    My focus was on the spot, frozen; not knowing if I wanted to
allow her complete control over my desires. I blinked, and suddenly she was
back in front of me. Before I could respond she had my hair tangled in her
strong hand, leading me to her request. After forcing me to my knees, she sat
back down in the chair calmly as I knelt in front of her.
    What am I doing here, kneeling at her feet, bound and
defenseless?
    She placed her hand on top of my head and lowered my chin to
my chest. My consciousness screamed, questioning my decision to submit to her,
while my body yielded to all the power she wielded over me.
    My heart pounded as she placed her boot between my legs, forcing
me to spread my knees across the hard floor. The pointed tip kicked high under
my ass. I felt the worn leather brush past my moist lips and the scales of the
snake skin scratch my inner thighs.
    “Squeeze your legs together.”
    I looked up at her.
    “Taking my boots off doesn’t require you to look at me.”
    She placed her hand back on top of my head and pushed a bit
harder this time. I squeezed my inner thighs around her foot, and she slowly slid
it out of the boot. She kicked it free and replaced it with the other. I
squeezed again, holding the boot between my legs.
    She leaned close to my face as if she could smell my fear.
“Very nice, Laura.”
    The boot fell to the ground.
    She lifted my chin with a stiff finger. I looked into her
eyes.
    “Your control needs work.”
    “I thought you were in control.” My smug tone flashed
back at me through her expression.
    A quick movement and I was face down across her lap. A swift
hand landed across my humiliation once again. She spanked my ass to my complete
loss of control. I kicked and cried out for her to stop, but my insolence only
seemed to feed her hunger for my suffering.
    Her words flooded in past my confusion of body and mind.
    “Very nice,” she said, while she rubbed the burning flesh
softly to comfort—or to possibly torture further.
    I sobbed and twisted my hips to escape her touch. Not a good
plan. She dug her fingers in, squeezing until I stopped resisting again.
    “Back to your knees.”
    Much quicker to comply this time, I knelt there with a
tear-stained face and the pulse pounding in my raging pussy. I wanted her at
that moment more then I wanted my dignity back.
    She placed her hands on either side of my head and pulled me
into her damp denim crotch. She hadn’t even let me touch her and had never
allowed me to even try. My hands reminded me of their cruel binds.
    Her scent took me in and I allowed it to inflame my desire
to taste her, to drink her in and inhale the very power she controlled. I
wanted all of her. She took my head in both