Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a few more from Serena and her bad boy mafia boyfriend, Luca Morretti!
ABOUT HARD LESSONS
In his world, disloyalty is punished.
When Serena Ricci fell in love with a mafia bad boy, she knew what she was getting herself into. A man like Luca Morretti expects loyalty, but when she took a risk and it ended with the cops busting in, she let him take the fall. Now he's out of prison, and it's time for her to pay the price.
She will be stripped bare, punished thoroughly, and used in the most shameful ways imaginable. First she will beg for mercy and forgiveness, but before he is finished she will beg for more...
“There’s a purple gem on the end,” he said. “It’s the same color as the Scottish thistle. Very apt.”
Serena rocked her hips a little, testing the weight of the thing inside her. Her pussy quivered. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant and it did remind her of the times they’d had anal sex. Luca was the only man to have ever entered her there. A fact he was very proud of.
So should I be surprised he dreamed this up?
“You will remain still,” he said, standing at her side, one hand on her upper back, the other resting over her right buttock. “Though you may scream and wail and cry out all you like. No one will hear. No one will come and investigate or save you from me, your master, the man you will learn to obey.”
A sense of defeat came over her. Yes. She was his. And yes, this was going to happen. But with that came a feeling of relief. There was no point battling, with him or with herself. Acceptance of everything was the best thing. His command. Her arousal. The plug. The spanking.
He stepped away again. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. It seemed she had a reprieve for a moment as she settled into her new state of mind.
Then he was back. This time in front of her. “Open your eyes, Serena.”
She did as instructed. Before her was the wooden spatula. The one he’d used to stir the eggs. It was clean, the flat end wide. It had four holes punched into it.
“This will feel different from my hand. You should prepare yourself for that.”
“Luca. No... I...” Just when she’d accepted what was going to happen he’d changed it.
“You what?” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re sorry?”
She was silent. The apology stuck in her throat.
“It would be good to hear that word right now. It might even be beneficial for you.”
Damn it. He was like a dog with a bone. He wasn’t going to give up. And she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of her apology. Not when running had felt like the right thing to do at the time.
At the time.
Now she really wasn’t so sure.
“Have it your way.” He kissed the top of her head. “But don’t say you weren’t warned.” He ran his hand down her back and over her buttocks as he moved behind her.
A tremble ran up her spine, it seemed to prick every root hair on her head as it passed over her scalp.
“Good girl,” he said, setting the spatula on her right butt cheek.
She clenched around the plug and held her breath. Her belly tensed and her clit throbbed against the table.
“I know this is hard for you to take but it’s the way life is. You’re mine, you stay by my side and you will never forget that now.”
The first swat landed hard and fast, the snap of flesh on wood echoing around the room. Serena didn’t cry out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead she clamped her lips together and gripped the table harder.
And other smack. This time on the opposite cheek. The wood was different to his hand. Sharper, more precise in the way it sent heat penetrating into her flesh.
“That’s two, only ninety-eight to go. You may count out loud if that helps.”
Serena had no intention of making a sound. It was humiliating enough being over the table for a spanking and plugged up the ass without giving him her voice too.