Justin’s spanking

“You are a little smart ass,” he said, smacking her ass lightly.

She inhaled sharply at the light sting and tingles spread through her body. “Oh!” she exclaimed.

Justin arched his brows. “Did you like that?”

She nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. “You must think me sick.”

“Why would I think that?”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “What kind of sick person gets aroused by a spanking?”

Justin looked at her for a long moment and then burst out laughing.

Anna blinked several times, not understanding what was funny.

“Hon, you’d be surprised how many people out there get aroused by spankings.” He gave her a mischievous grin. “And how many get off on giving the spankings.”

Anna’s eyes widened.

“Haven’t you ever been spanked before?”

“Of course. Both Alex and Wilhelm disciplined me with spankings. Devin prefers…harsher punishments.”

He frowned. “Well you don’t have to worry about harsher punishments anymore. But I would be very willing to spank you if you want me to.”

Anna hesitated. Was it really ok to like spankings? When Alex had done it, she had been terrified of him and confused about his attitude after.  With Wilhelm, the spanking had been humiliating, but afterwards…oh, my! But she’d never felt a tingle in her body from being struck. It seemed…wrong. “Why would anyone want to be hit?”

“Because their body reacts to it. I’ve seen women orgasm from being spanked.”

Anna didn’t know which was more surprising. Having an orgasm from a spanking or the fact that Justin had watched. “Why would you watch that?”

Justin sighed. “There are places, clubs, that you can go to and see people getting off on all sorts of strange things.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Anna, I would never, ever hit you out of anger. I was trying to play when I spanked you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it without asking you, especially considering your history. That was very, very wrong of me.”

Anna looked at him in amazement. What kind of man is he?

“You ok? You look pale.”

She shook her head quickly. “No, I…I’ve just never had a man apologize for hitting me.” Except Alex that time he was under the influence of Devin’s drugs.

“A lot of men owe you a lot of apologies.”

Anna studied his face. She had been shocked at the spanking but she wanted him to do it again. She bit her lip. She concentrated and read him. He liked…Anna gasped and backed off of him and against the corner of the bed. The images she had seen in his head terrified him. He was no better than Devin.

“Anna, what? Why are you afraid of me?”

She looked at him with wide eyes. “Please don’t whip me,” she whimpered.

“Why would I…? Anna, why do you think I want to whip you?”

“I saw it. I saw it in your head.”

Justin sat up and looked at her sadly. “Anna, those women that I’ve whipped in the past asked me to. It’s… a lifestyle. A way of expressing your sexuality in a unique way.” He sighed. “I can’t say the thought didn’t cross my mind. I like whips.” He shrugged. “But it has to be consensual for me to enjoy it. I don’t get off on hitting women. If you know what I was thinking, can’t you also know that I would never, ever do that to you?”

Anna took a breath and tried to read him again, though fearful of what she might see. She reached forward to touch his chest and closed her eyes. Oh, the sensuality in this man was amazing. She hadn’t read a man so deeply before and was amazed to see and somehow understand what he was talking about. The look of ecstasy on the women’s faces was… startling, to say the least.

Anna opened her eyes, with fiery passion in her eyes. Justin looked at her and swallowed nervously.

“You look like you’re going to eat me,” he said in a soft voice.

Anna smiled. “Would that be a bad thing?”

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