pleasure or pain

• One, Mr. Goupil.

I felt the warmth of his hand on my buttocks, and the pain that intensified with each new slap. I tried to count and ask for forgiveness, but my words were muffled by tears and moans. My buttocks were burning, and I felt the pain spreading throughout my body.

• Two, Mr. Goupil, forgive me, I beg you, I whispered between two sobs, my voice muffled by tears and pain.

His hand fell on my buttocks again, with the same **** as the first time, making me jump and moan. I felt the heat spreading throughout my body, and my skin felt like it was on fire.

• Three, Mr. Goupil, forgive me, I repeated, my voice trembling,

but I felt my sex moisten, being at the mercy of such a handsome man, more handsome than my father when he punished me when I had done one of my many stupid things to attract his wrath, but there my pleasure rose even stronger amplified by the fear, the desire that I felt towards the father of the twins.

Mr. Goupil's hand came down again, and I cried out in pain. The sting of his hand on my bare skin was intense, and I couldn't help but writhe on his lap. I felt his grip on my waist tighten, holding me in place as he continued to spank me.

"Four, Mr. Goupil, forgive me," I forgave chokingly, my voice barely above a whisper. My buttocks were on fire, and I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I could hold back this pleasure that was building inside me, I was starting to get wet and moan but not because of the pain.

Mr. Goupil's hand stilled for a moment, as if he was waiting for me to continue, then it went down again, with the same **** as the previous slaps. I felt a new sharp pain and stifled a cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. My body writhed on his knees, but his grip on my waist held me in place. "Five, Mr. Goupil, forgive me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Despite that, I couldn't help but feel an ever-increasing desire

. I felt my body arch under each slap, almost trying to get closer to him. My shame was immense, but I couldn't deny this feeling that was rising inside me.

Mr. Goupil seemed to notice my confusion, and his hand stopped for a moment. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and my skin bristled, goosebumps from this closeness didn't seem to leave him indifferent, I felt his penis begin to poke through the fabric when the sixteenth strike fell, which redoubled my emotion between pleasure and pain, but with an incongruous thought "I please him too"

His hand lightly caressed my naked skin, a caress that made me shudder with desire, and yet, he had to continue the punishment. His fingers stopped for a moment on my buttocks, then he resumed the spanking, the slaps following one another without respite, each of them making me jump and moan. I felt my body tense, my pleasure grow, but I knew that I had to control myself, so that it wouldn't show.

At the twentieth slap he stopped but did not release me, he caressed my buttocks for a long time, now on fire because of my nerve endings that had exceeded the pain threshold. When suddenly he froze and said these words.

• but you wet you liked that my word surprised but also with an interested tone,

He had just noticed something that I did not want to admit, but which was nevertheless obvious. I felt my face flush with shame, while my body continued to react to the situation, my sex still throbbing with desire. Mr. Goupil still held me on his knees, his hand gently caressing my sore buttocks, but his caress was no longer punitive, it was almost... tender.