I should have just let myself get flabby and out of shape. It’s not like I’m going to return to dancing at strip clubs. As job prospects are concerned, it’s one I’m at least qualified for. However, I’m probably blacklisted now. My boss would’ve told every club owner in the tristate area to call him if I ever came in looking for a job.
I almost laugh as I think about what Davis would say if I told him I was going to start stripping again. When I glance at him, he’s eyeing me suspiciously. “Do I even want to know what you’re thinking, Britney?”
“No, Sir.” I keep jogging, increasing the pace while consciously keeping my arms swinging normally at my sides. As I watch myself in the mirror, I decide he’s mostly right. My tits are bouncing but not as much as they are in my mind. They’re pert. My nipples are hard points that I imagine must look quite sexy to Davis.
And indeed, when I look at him again, I find him staring at my body. He’s working hard on the elliptical but not as hard as is warranted for his heavy breathing.
I could work this. The man loves my boobs. This information could come in handy if I ever need something to use as manipulative leverage.
When I finish my three miles, I turn off the machine and decide to test my theory. I start stretching, bending in every direction but mostly with my arms high so I can lean back and forth, making sure I’m always facing him, my tits on full display.
Davis finishes on the elliptical a few minutes later. He turns it off so casually that I’m not sure he even noticed my tempting display. A moment later, I reconsider because he stalks toward me, sets his hands on my waist, runs his palms up my body, and cups my breasts.
I gasp when he thumbs my nipples, but then he pinches them hard, and I yelp.
“I do believe my sweet girl has decided to give me a teasing little show right here in the gym.”
I whimper as I drop my arms to my sides.
He pinches my nipples again, harder this time. It hurts, but arousal shoots to my pussy at the same time.
“As sexy as you are, sweet girl, I won’t permit you to manipulate me with your body.” Another pinch, pulling me closer by the nipples.
I shuffle forward until we’re touching. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper.
“You’ll wear what you’re told under my roof, and remember you’re always in your little space unless I say otherwise. That means you behave appropriately for a little girl. When I remove your clothes and make your body hum for me, then you can be Britney the adult, but you don’t get to choose when that happens.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m whimpering now. And so very aroused.
He releases my nipples, takes my hand, and leads me to the weight bench. Without a word, he sits and brings me to one side of him. Before I can wrap my head around his intention, he lowers me over his lap. His hand goes to my shorts and tugs them down to my knees so fast that I’m reeling from shock.
He grabs both my hands and brings them to my lower back. After clasping my wrists in one of his, he palms my naked bottom. “I told you I would spank you when you misbehave. I’d say you were a very naughty girl. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m nervous. He’s only spanked me once, and I liked it. A lot. Will it be the same this time?
He lifts his hand and spanks me right in the center.
I gasp as my body flinches.
“Stay still, sweet girl. If you squirm, it will only make your punishment worse.”
I try hard not to move. I close my eyes and grit my teeth while he rubs my bottom and then spanks me again. It stings but it’s tolerable.
The next swat lands on one cheek, and the fourth on the other cheek. After that, I lose count while he spanks me over and over until my bottom is burning hot.
Finally, he’s done and he releases my wrists and rubs my bottom for several moments.
A combination of emotions bombards me. The burn hurts. That’s the honest truth. But at the same time, my pussy jolted with every swat and now it’s swollen and wet. I’m exhausted from holding myself stiff during my punishment. My body hangs limply over his thighs, and I don’t