Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,6
to hurt. I try to reposition my body, and Turan helps me into a new position with his thigh pressing in between my legs. This pose is a lot more comfortable than the last one. Too comfortable. I’m way, way more aware than I’d like to be of the pressure his leg is putting on my clit.
Turan gives my butt a pat. “After each time I spank you, you’re going to count out the number and call me sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I mumble, distracted by the sensation between my legs.
Turan spanks me, and I yelp.
“That’s one,” he prompts me.
“One… sir,” I say through gritted teeth.
The act of submitting to him like this is bringing up new and confusing feelings inside me. I’ve always thought Turan was attractive, but to experience him casually exerting this kind of dominance, this kind of firm authority… That’s definitely a side of him I haven’t seen before. His demeanor tells me that he’s used to having women submit to him, and it makes me wonder what other experience he might have with women’s bodies. From the delicate way he’s been stroking my ass in between spanks, I get the impression that his dominance might come with certain perks as well.
Another spank, this time on the other cheek. “Two, sir,” I whimper, proud of myself for not yelping.
Turan keeps spanking me, waiting for me to count after each one. For my part, most of my focus is on his thigh pressed against my crotch. I have to resist the urge to grind myself against him, to try and put more pressure on my already-needy clit.
“Eleven, sir,” I practically moan after a particularly hard slap. Despite the intensity of the spanking, the sting of each individual impact is starting to blend together, to merge with the dull ache between my legs. I can feel myself becoming wet with arousal, my body responding shamefully to this authoritative treatment. At this point, I’m starting to get legitimately worried that Turan will notice my wetness, or at the very least my gold beacon. I decide to be as submissive as I can, in the hopes of ending my punishment as quickly as possible.
“Do you think you’re learning a lesson, Kora?” Turan asks.
“Yes, sir,” I gasp.
“And what is that lesson?”
“To obey orders.”
“And what you think is going to happen to you if you don’t obey orders?”
“You’re going to put me over your knee again,” I say, my cheeks hot.
“That’s right,” Turan confirms. “And next time, it won’t be over your skirt. If you accept your punishment gracefully, I’ll spank you over your underwear. But give me any backtalk like you did this time, and you’ll find yourself again with your lower body bare and nothing to preserve your modesty.”
I’m not sure how to answer. His words fill me with dread, but at the same time, a curious sense of arousal. Turan’s rough dominance turns me on in a way that kind of scares me.
“Do you understand?” he asks, just the slightest edge in his voice.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him.
“Good. I’m going to give you four more swats now, and you’re going to count them. That will make fifteen.”
Turan spanks me four more times, and I count dutifully, my cheeks burning with humiliation as I do so. The way he’s making me play along with him really turns me on, and I don’t understand why.
“Fifteen, sir,” I finish, panting, my ass on fire and my clit on a different kind of fire. To my relief, I’m finally able to turn my beacon off once the spanking is over.
“Good girl,” says Turan, and I’m embarrassed that I enjoy the note of approval in his voice. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I guess not,” I mutter, hating him.
He pats my butt and starts to help me up off of his lap. “And you’re probably going to think twice about breaking the rules again, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, trying to stand up on shaky legs.
“Yes, sir,” he corrects me.
“I thought I only had to call you sir when you were disciplining me.”
He gives me a warning look. “I am still disciplining you. And you keep that right where it is,” he orders as I start to fix my skirt. “You’re going to stand in the corner with your skirt pushed up and your panties around your ankles, and you’re going to think about being more obedient in the future. You are not allowed to rub your bottom.”
My jaw drops, and I stare at