I am so bloody frantic for him to fuck me.

He rains another torrent of smacks down on me. These are harder and my tender skin feels sore beneath them.

“Please, sir,” I beg, not knowing what to say.

Blake’s throbbing prick is back against my arm, rubbing me impatiently. He wants me as much as I want him. The thought is comforting as the humbling punishment continues. I count the strokes in my mind and as he reaches twelve, he slides two fingers inside my pussy. I respond carnally, pushing myself back onto his hand, fucking his fingers.

“Do you want my cock, Sara?” he growls at me.

“God,...