Free Getting In (Amanda's Trilogy) by Isabella Jones Page A

slap is even harder and this time I feel a burst of—I don’t know, aggression? Even anger?—bloom in my chest.
    “When are you going to stop pissing me off? What do I have to do to get you to stop?”
    Smack! This one makes her cry out. Her ass is bright red, now, angry looking. I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but Lisette has started rubbing her hips against the edge of her bed.
    “Maybe I need a little help here.” My hand has started to sting so I look around the room. Lisette may like pain, but I don’t.
    “In the nightstand,” she groans. “Bottom drawer.”
    I yank it out where I find an assortment of toys that aren’t appropriate for display. My, my, little Lisette does like to play. I grab a small paddle.
    “I’m going to paddle you as many times as you texted me this week, which I think was ten times.”
    “Twelve,” she corrects me, her voice muffled against the bedspread.
    “Well, now that you’ve argued with me, that’ll be thirteen.”
    I draw the paddle back, then power it forward so that it cracks against her left cheek. In response, I hear a muffled cry.
    “That’s one. I want you to stop your bawling and count for me.”
    Smack!
    “Two!”
    Crack!
    “Th … three!”
    I notice Lisette repeats a couple numbers, but instead of “punishing” her further, I let it go. Finally at thirteen, she’s squirming and rubbing herself so hard against the bedspread that it would be cruel not to let her come.  
    I return the paddle to the nightstand then return to Lisette, who hasn’t moved, except for her excited grinding against the bed.
    “Now I want you to listen,” I say. “I’ve never done this before, so I need time to explore. Get my bearings. Okay?”
    Lisette turns her head and I can see the side of her flushed face. “It’s okay. I can come multiple times, you know.”
    I smooth my hand down her reddened ass, which is soft, and give it a hard squeeze. “You see, that’s the problem. I don’t want you to come. I want to play with you for as long as I can. You remember what Jennifer said … discipline.”
    “I’ll try, Amanda. I really will. But I don’t think I can stop.”
    “We’ll see. I want you to try really hard.”
    I’m actually kind of nervous. I’ve never been this close to a girl’s ass and pussy. Lisette’s ass, while not big, is fleshy and strangely appealing. I get down on my knees and begin to kiss the red skin I’ve given her from the spanking. Then I rub her cheeks, massaging them in circles.
    “Does that feel good?”
    “Yes,” she whispers. “Very good. It’s soothing.”
    “I’m sorry I had to punish you like that. Maybe next time you’ll listen.”
    “Un-huh,” she says. “But I’m not very good at obeying.”
    I smile, and give Lisette’s rump one last smack.
    “You don’t know how to quit when you’re ahead, do you?”
    My fingers slip between her legs and find their way into her folds pressed against the bed. Lisette exhales a tortured moan as I slip my fingers up and down every slippery crevice, rubbing and occasionally spreading her folds apart.
    “Oh, unh, unh.”  
    I look up and notice she’s biting her quilt. I push her legs open a bit wider, and I can finally see where my fingers have disappeared. Her cunt glistens with moisture and her labia, free of any public hair, is as plump and pink as I remember. This girl is turning me on so much I may have to reconsider the whole I’m-not-a-dyke thing. Maybe I’m not into guys like I thought I was? Maybe I don’t know myself as well as I think I do? Maybe everything I thought about my sexuality isn’t true, or that I haven’t explored it like I need to?
    At any rate, Lisette is squirming even more, so I press down firmly on her ass to still her.
    “I mean it, Lisette. Control yourself. Because I won’t play with you anymore if won’t do as I say.”
    “I’m trying!” she cries out with the quilt between her teeth. “But I can’t help it!”
    My clit is throbbing,