As far as I can

“Five, sir.” By the time we get to five, Alison’s round globes have turned a nice shade of pink. As spankings go, it is pretty light because it isn’t my intention to cause pain, but to arouse this confused teenager. More than anything, I want to make this trusting young woman reconsider my offer. For a teenaged girl, I imagine that there are very few things that are more intimate than being draped over a man’s lap and allowing him to smack your bare ass. The vulnerability of the position and the trust she is placing in me has changed this relationship more in the past two minutes than in all the time she’s been living under my roof.

I have been leaving my hand on her round cheeks for slightly longer after each smack, but now I gently rub the heated skin in a smooth circular caress.

“You’re doing so well, Angel,” I praise her, “Just one more and we are done, OK?”

“OK.” She sniffs. Perhaps it is my imagination but it looks like her thighs, which started pressed tightly together have parted a little and as I finish rubbing her cheek the gap between them grows even wider until I can see the pink of her slit. “Ow!” In my excitement I may have hit her a little harder than I intended to, but even as she counts out ‘six’ her legs open even more. She is as ready as she’ll ever be.

I ease my fingers between her thighs and find, just as I expected, that her pussy is wet with excitement. Alison’s reacts much as I expected her to, her legs squeeze together in an attempt to protect her most private parts, however, by that point my hand was already deep between her thighs and all she managed to do was sandwich my fingers between her dripping sex and her smooth warm inner thighs.

“Nooo…” Her protest cames out as a needy moan, and I am not in the least bit deterred.

“I am so very proud of you.” I caress her hair gently as she tries to reach back and push my hand away. It is much too late for that though because I have found the narrow path between her folds, and two of my fingers are now stroking her from the inside. “Isn’t this much nicer than that unpleasant spanking?”

“No… yes,” She is having a hard time thinking with my fingers in her snatch, “I don’t know, Mr. P.” She’s given up on pushing my hand away and instead her arms cling to my legs as the rest of her body rocks. “It feels so good, Sir, but I can’t do this, I just can’t.” Actually, she doesn't have to do anything but lie there, and she is doing that very well.

“Yes you can.” I correct her firmly, “You just can’t quite bring yourself to saying yes.” I remind Alison of her position, “You still owe me rent and I can’t keep punishing you like you're a little girl.” Although, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “I think that if I am to be the one that administers your chastisement, that I’m going to have to start treating you like the young woman that you are.” I pause, stilling momentarily the fingers embedded deep within her. “Give me what I want Alison, don’t fight it anymore.” Just as I hoped, her hips start moving on their own as she tries to satisfy the itch that is burning deep within her.