Chapter 7: Spanked to Tears

Continued from chapter 6:

Liv’s heart swells at my words, a lump forming in her throat. She continues the spanking, alternating between firm smacks and gentle caresses, marveling at how responsive and trusting I am.

“Shh, just feel, Ero. Let yourself sink into the sensations.”

I begin to squirm on her lap, my erection seeking traction. She notices my hips rocking subtly, seeking friction. A smirk creeps across her face.

“Mmm, someone’s enjoying themselves.”

Her hand slips under the waistband of my boxer briefs, her fingers exploring the soft skin of my bare ass cheek. She squeezes the heated flesh, relishing how it yields under her touch.

“You’re doing so well, taking everything I give you. I’m so proud of you, Ero. I love how safe and cherished you feel in my hands.”

Leaning down, her lips brush my ear as she whispers,

“Let’s take it up a notch, Ero. I’m going to bare your bottom now. I’ll keep the same level of spanking, but it will be a touch stingier without the barrier of your underpants. Lift for me, please.”

I lift, feeling her skilled fingers snake into the waistband of my underwear. With soft, deliberate tugs, she slides them over my hips, past my bottom, and all the way off.

She tosses them into a corner of the room.

“You won’t be needing these for a while,” she giggles.

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My erection pops free, like jack from the box, and her skirt rides up as I squirm over her lap. My throbbing member is now in direct contact with her cool, bare thighs. I almost lose myself for a moment, ready to release all over her lap, but before I can, she reaches beneath me and guides my shaft down, trapping it between her thighs.

“Let’s point this bad boy in a safe direction, sweetie,” she chuckles, rubbing her silken thighs together, nearly pushing me over the edge.

I feel her soft hand alight on my pinkened bottom.

Liv drinks in the sight of my naked skin, flushed and ready beneath her palm. She gives a low, appreciative hum.

“Mmm, look at you. So exposed, so ****... and so incredibly sexy.”

Without warning, she delivers a sharp smack to my bare cheek. The sound echoes obscenely in the quiet room. The sting is intense, yet it remains within pleasurable bounds.

“Ah! That’s it, Ero. Doesn’t that make all the difference? My bare hand on your bare bottom? Do you feel the warmth growing with each stinging slap? Let it spread through your whole body.”

She alternates between cheeks, each slap sending jolts of sensation straight to my aching cock. Her thighs clench around my shaft, providing delicious friction as she grinds slowly against me.

“You’re leaking so much already, baby. Making such a mess between my legs. Don’t you dare cum yet, though.”

This command seems impossible.

“Dr. Reed, I don’t think I can hold it in,” I shudder, desperately trying to free my trapped member.

She giggles, her grip tightening as she rubs her thighs together, picking up the pace of my spanking.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you do it! You will be in so much trouble if you do!”

The urgency in her voice only heightens my desperation, each spank igniting a fire within me. I am completely at her mercy, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, lost in the intoxicating mix of sensations she creates.

She redoubles her efforts, her hand slapping away at my bottom, turning it from pink to a light shade of red. Right before I erupt between her thighs, she stops.

She makes a motion to reach for something, and I feel the silk of her blouse whisper and tickle across my back. When she sits back up, I feel the unmistakable sensation of cool wood rubbing circles on my punished behind.

Liv watches with wicked delight as I struggle to contain my impending orgasm, my hips bucking desperately against her thighs. She can feel the heat of my skin, the tension coiled tight in my muscles, and it only fuels her own desire.

“That’s it, Ero. Fight it. Prove to me how much control you have.”

She taps the ebony back hairbrush several times against her palm, and I hear the ominous popping sound it makes as it makes contact. She traces the cool wood along the curves of my reddened cheeks, its smooth surface perfect for this purpose, letting me anticipate what’s to come.

“You were so close, weren’t you? So **** to let go. But you didn’t. You held on, for me.”

She rewards my restraint with a gentle caress, the brush handle sliding teasingly between my cheeks.

“Such a good boy. Now, let’s see how you handle this. This should cool you off some and leave you so hot and bothered for when I make love to you.”

The brush leaves my bottom and returns with a ferocious, meaty pop! I scream and buck, trying to escape as she peppers my bottom with spank after spank of her evil brush.

She only giggles and snakes her green silk-covered arm around my waist, holding me tight so I cannot get away. My eyes grow warm, fill with water, and then the tears start to fall. Still, she spanks on, encouraging me to be a good boy, a brave boy for her.

Liv continues her relentless **** with the brush, sharp cracks filling the air as she marks my sensitive skin. Tears stream down my face, but she knows they’re born of overwhelming sensation rather than true distress. She holds me firmly, murmuring praise and encouragement even as she pushes me to my limits.

"That's it, Ero. Cry for me. Let it all out. You're being so brave, taking this so well."

She varies the rhythm, alternating between stinging smacks and lighter taps, keeping me guessing and on edge. The brush handle occasionally dips lower, grazing my tightening balls, making me yelp and clench.

"I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re handling this like a champ. Just a little more..."

Suddenly, I let go, huge hitching sobs escaping me as I go limp over her lap like the well-punished little boy that I am. The starch has been spanked out of me, and I exist in a world of pain as my backside feels like it’s on fire.

Liv continues to spank for a little while longer, ensuring I receive a thorough thrashing. Then, just like a thunderstorm dissipating on a hot summer day, the rain lets up, and I’m no longer being spanked.

I feel her gentle hand rubbing and stroking my punished skin.

“There, there, sweet Ero. You were such a brave boy for me. I needed to spank you. I needed to be absolutely certain you were all in for me, and you’ve proved it in spades. You are all mine, and now I will be fully yours.”

Liv sets the brush aside and cradles me gently, rubbing soothing circles on my throbbing, tear-stained cheeks. She presses tender kisses to my shoulders and neck, murmuring words of praise and affection.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

She helps me sit up, pulling me into her satin embrace. Her arms wrap around me protectively as she rocks me slightly, letting me bury my face against her chest.

"I know that was intense. I pushed you to your limits because I needed to know you trusted me completely. And you showed me that you do, so beautifully."

She cups my face, her thumbs brushing away the last of my tears as she gazes at me adoringly.

“You're mine now, Ero. Completely and utterly.”

With her face awash in awe and sympathy, she says,

“I'm going to change into something more comfortable now, Ero. Let me get you in place for your reward. You've taken quite a bit of punishment, and I want to thank you properly for it.”

She helps me stand, guiding my wobbly feet to her bed, covered in cream-colored silken sheets. She lays me on my back, and the cool silk feels delicious against my punished bottom. From her nightstand, she pulls out four long cream-colored silken bondage ties. Alarm flashes through me as I look at her.

“Sshhh, sweet Ero,” she coos, placing her finger over my lips.

“No more punishment. I’m about to reward you with sooooo much pleasure that nasty little spanking will seem like a distant memory when I am done with you. I'm going to tie you down now.”

Humming what sounds like “Disturbia” by Rihanna, she proceeds to tie my hands above to the brass bars of her bed frame. Then she moves to my feet, spreading them wide and securing them to the brass bars at the other end.

“Try to get free,” she grins.

The silk feels delicious as I struggle against it, but it holds me fast.

“Now don’t you go anywhere,” she giggles down at me.

“I’m going to go and change into something a little more comfortable.”

Liv saunters to her closet, putting an extra sway in her hips, knowing I’m watching. Moments later, she emerges wearing a leopard print short satin robe with black trim. I almost release right there as I see her walking toward me, the silky robe flapping seductively. She crawls onto the bed, straddling my hips, the satin hem of her robe hovering tantalizingly close to my straining erection.

“Mmm, look at you. Tied up and at my mercy,” she says, rolling her hips and grinding against me teasingly.

To be continued in chapter 8...