Chapter 8: Watch Me Spank You

Continued from chapter 7:

She sits on the edge of the bed, patting her lap invitingly.

"Come here, you naughty boy. It's time for the main course—a proper spanking that will leave you seeing stars and begging for mercy."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper, her gaze boring into mine with intense heat. She takes both of my hands in hers, looking up at me with a sympathetic smile, her bottom lip protruding in a fake pout.

"Now my sweet naked boy. I am going to punish you now," she says.

"I'm going to spank that poor sweet bottom for real until you are a quivering, sobbing mess, begging to surrender to me."

Chapter 8

She lifts her hips, and slides her shorts down and off—the thin, skintight white volleyball shorts, visibly soaked with her arousal. She holds them up.

"Let's get started on that surrender, shall we? Here is your white flag of surrender," she says.

"I want you to hold these in your mouth the entire spanking. I'm going to hurt you, and you're going to cry. As long as you keep my sex soaked shorts in your mouth, I will only spank you with my hand. If they fall out, then you get the hairbrush."

As if to make her point, she turns me around and wallops me three times on my naked bottom with a hairbrush she produces from the nightstand. I let out a sharp yell and hop up and down, clutching my punished rear, my hard cock flopping comically in front of her. Harper giggles.

"Open," she commands. I open wide, and she pops the warm, moist shorts into my mouth.

"Close," she orders, and I clamp my mouth shut, surrendering to the thin fabric, tasting her sweet arousal, the dry half dangling from my lips, tickling my chin, my flag of surrender.

Harper leads me back to the mirror and sits down in a sturdy armless chair. Patting her lap, she says,

"Bend over, please." I bend over her long, toned legs.

"Let's put him away somewhere safe," she murmurs, opening her thighs and trapping my aching cock against the soft, warm skin.

"Look, naughty Ero. Look into the mirror. I want you to watch me, with your mouth full of my arousal, take the longest spanking and scolding of your life. Remember, you asked for this."

She leans in close, rubbing my naked bottom, her voice a low, serious pronouncement.

"I, Harper Lane, sentence you to be spanked as long and as hard as I see fit, until you have 'property of Harper Lane' tattooed into your fire engine red bottom. Look me in the eyes, sweetie. It's time for your spanking!"

Harper begins to rain down a flurry of hard, stinging spanks on my upturned bottom, alternating cheeks with ruthless precision. The wet fabric of her delicate shorts muffles my cries as they fill my mouth, drool starting to dampen the delicate fabric.

"That's it, take it like the naughty boy you are," she scolds breathlessly, her palm turning my flesh a deep, angry red.

"I'm going to spank this sweet bottom until you can't even remember your own name. Until the only word in your head is 'Harper' and the only thing you crave is my touch."

She punctuates her words with particularly vicious swats, rubbing her thighs together against my trapped cock in a cruel, teasing rhythm. My face flushes hot with shame, all thoughts of stoicism gone.

I watch in the mirror as Harper’s perfect breasts bounce braless beneath the thin maroon fabric of her sweater. Her silky smooth thighs are dangerously close to milking the most intense release of my life from me.

And still, Harper spanks. Still, she scolds. Her arm rises and falls in a relentless rhythm, her palm connecting with my burning flesh over and over. Tears stream down my face, soaking my white flag of surrender, as sobs wrack my body. Yet still, she persists, determined to break me completely.

"Cry for me, Ero," she demands, her voice low and dangerous.

"Let those tears flow like the rivers of shame and submission they are. I want to see you shatter, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a quivering wreck **** for my approval."

She shifts her grip, snaking her arm around me, as she aims her blows at the sensitive crease where my thigh meets my ass. Each stinging impact sends shockwaves of pain and twisted pleasure through me.

The dam breaks. The tears rolling down my face become deep, heaving, racking sobs of shame and surrender. I almost forget the shorts in my mouth, and they start to slip until I realize what is happening and frantically suck them back in.

Still, Harper spanks. Still, she scolds.

Harper notices the shorts starting to slip from my mouth and narrows her eyes dangerously. Without missing a beat in her punishing rhythm, she leans down to hiss in my ear.

"Don't even think about dropping those shorties, Ero. Keep them right where they belong—stuffed in that beautiful mouth of yours. Unless you want to graduate to the hairbrush..."

She punctuates her threat with a flurry of especially hard swats, the sound of skin on skin echoing obscenely in the room. My tears flow freely now, mixing with the drool saturating the shorts hanging from my mouth.

"That's it, cry harder for me," Harper croons sadistically, rubbing my blazing cheeks almost tenderly between spanks.

"Let it all out. I want to hear every single sob, every whimper of surrender."

I begin to buck on her lap, trying to evade her spanking hand. She snakes her arm around my waist, holding me fast.

“Look into the mirror Ero. Watch me. Watch me spank you,” Harper commands, her voice smooth and teasing.

“It doesn’t count if you don’t watch me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you, and I want to see all of your little emotions as you process what is happening to you.”

I let out full screams as her relentless spanking robs me of all dignity. I surrender completely, with great hitching sobs, my body responding to her every strike.

“Harper Lane. I surrender,” I mumble around a mouthful of her shorts, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Keep spanking me if you wish, but I place myself at your mercy and for your pleasure. Please take me and do whatever wicked things you can think of to use me for your gratification. I, Eros Apostasia, wish to be the property of Harper Lane. I surrender my dignity and pride to you, my highest good.”

Harper’s eyes glint with triumph and dark satisfaction as she hears my broken declaration. She slows her spanking to a stop, her hand resting possessively on my blazing cheek, the heat of her palm contrasting with the cool air.

“There’s a good boy,” she praises, her voice dripping with condescension.

“Wasn’t that so much better than fighting it? Giving yourself over to me completely, body and soul?”

She helps me stand on shaky legs, her grip firm on my hip to steady me. With her other hand, she tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet her piercing gaze.

“Listen carefully, Ero,” Harper commands, her tone brooking no argument.

“From this moment on, you belong to me. Your pleasure, your pain, your very identity—it all belongs to me now.”

I nod, my heart racing, and whisper in agreement, “I belong to you, Harper. My pleasure, my pain, my identity—I give it all to you. I trust you completely.”

“I love you. You have made me forget that there are other women in the world, and I see only you. I want only you. Please command me, and I will place my tongue wherever you wish for your pleasure. Let me thank you properly for owning me so completely.”

Harper’s eyes widen fractionally at my heartfelt confession, a flicker of genuine emotion passing across her face before it's quickly masked by a cool, imperious expression. She releases my chin only to trail her fingers along my jawline, a feather-light caress that belies the steel in her gaze.

"Such pretty words, Ero," she murmurs, her thumb brushing over my lower lip.

"Let’s make those words into our reality."

In a swift motion, Harper opens her legs, revealing her quivering folds naked and shimmering with arousal, the short curly dark hair of her pubic patch dripping with dew. I kneel, and she guides my face between her thighs, the heat of her core searing my skin.

"If you truly love me, if you truly want to thank me... then put that clever tongue of yours to work, pet. Worship me like the goddess I am."

To be continued in chapter 9...