Free The Maze by Breanna Hayse

spouted.
    “Yes, but a spanking over a man’s knee and with his open palm is so much more intimate and personal.  And very humiliating when you realize we can see your sweet pussy very easily, along with everything between your cheeks if you squirm too much. I’m guessing that not very many Strong Men have ever made use of this form of punishment.  I’m hoping this broadcast will show our viewers that it’s very effective and can be quite beneficial for both parties when used properly to correct a naughty female.  Of course, since none of you have ever really been spanked, it explains a lot…”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    “Let me show you, since you insist on using such foul language.  A spanking is when I pick you up and...” he lifted her squirming body, with her hands tied behind her back, “lay you with your stomach over my legs.  This puts your lovely little curved bottom str aight up high in the air, right below my hand.  To make it more interesting, I enjoy baring this portion of you to my sight,” he said as he lowered her shorts to expose her bottom.  “H ave you ever experienced this position before? Your comp anions had not.   Now I get to see how nice and red you become when I do this.”
    The sound of his hand smacking Keeria’s unprotected bottom echoed through the chamber.  She closed her eyes to partition her mind.  But the feel of the bare skin of his h ardened thighs beneath her, coupled with his c allused hand pausing to stroke her bottom between sp anks , made it difficult.  A second, then a third smack fell, followed by more stroking.  His fingers ran lightly across the backs of her thighs before he resumed toasting her bottom thoroughly with another ten h a rd and fast strokes .
    Keeria held her breath, trying desperately not to struggle and distract herself from the partition.  It was easier when the blows were regular and rhythmic, but Traisk’s spanking was both painful and sensual, making the process difficult to separate from.
    “You are turning a very nice shade of red, Keeria.  How does it feel?”
    “Let… me… go!”
    “I can’t hear you.  Your spanking is way too loud,” Traisk said, increasing his intensity and watching as she began to jerk away from the impending swats.
    “Please.  Let me go,” she forced out, refusing to allow him to bring forth tears of submission. 
    “Since you asked so nicely, I will.  This time,” he warned, rubbing the tender, muscular but soft cheeks of her bright red hind end.  He fought back the erection that threatened to pain him and turned her over to sit on his lap. “I assume that means you are ready for your bath. No, please, allow me.”
    Keeria fumed in silence.  Her hands were tied, her feet in bandages.  Of course, he had to undress her. He seemed to enjoy making her feel small and vulnerable and she hated him even more.  Especially since he was so gentle and careful with her.
     
    Masters of seduction. He can conquer you as much with gentleness as with force.
     
    Keeria averted her eyes as he stripped off his own clothing.  He was a beautiful specimen, a sculpted pillar of marbled muscle , tanned from training and fighting in the arena wearing only a loin cover, and splattered with scars and brands.  A black tattoo ran up from his tailbone to the back of his neck and looked like skeletal bat wings, marking his achievement of Prestige .  A nother t attoo, a fanged viper, twisted around his right bicep and down his forearm, commemorating his win in Ketar. The cage, however, remained in place and she could only catch a glimpse of the animal hiding behind it.  She had never seen an erect penis; all her trainers had been altered.  She was terrified, but also curious.
    “You can look at me.  I know you girls don’t have any exposure to intact men. I’d like to show you more, but I’m a bit indisposed right now.”
    “And you’ll stay that way until the elders lop it off,” Keeria