BRAND NEW (and super naughty!) from Maria Monroe, and published by Stormy Night Publications. Take a romp through post-apocalyptic America, where everyone must fight to survive. Victoria’s saved by Luca, but when she agrees to become one of his cage match fighters, she has to follow ALL his rules. And be punished when she doesn’t.
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“I will train you. Every day. You’ll be in the gym with me for hours. You’ll be sore and tired, and I won’t be easy on you. Ever.” He leaned toward her slightly as he spoke.
She could smell him, a pure masculine scent mixed with soap and mint. “I can handle that. I used to be really into kickboxing before, well, things went bad.”
He laughed out loud, a sarcastic sound. “What you were probably doing will seem like playing Ring Around the fucking Rosy compared to what I’ll have you doing.”
She frowned. “Look. I’m willing to work hard, okay? You don’t have to be a dick.”
“I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“Well, I guess it just comes naturally to you then.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. But she didn’t regret it. He deserved it.
“Victoria.” It was a warning. “You’re already in trouble for disobeying me at breakfast.”
She sighed, realizing that maybe she should apologize, or at least address that issue. “Look. I’m sorry, Luca. I just… I didn’t want to eat the eggs. And I don’t like being told what to do.”
“But if you train with me, Victoria, you’ll do everything I say. You’ll eat what I tell you to eat. You’ll nourish your body to get and stay strong. We’ll train daily. And, when you don’t make the right choices, I’ll remind you to do so.” His eyes narrowed slightly as his voice lowered.
“Punish you. Like I plan to do in just a few minutes.”
Victoria’s heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. “Punish me? What does that even mean?”
He didn’t look away from her face when he replied, “I’ll spank you.”
Victoria burst out laughing. “Funny, Luca. Seriously. What are you talking about?”
But he didn’t either laugh or smile. “I’m not joking, Victoria. I’m a straightforward person, and I believe in straightforward means of assuring adherence to my schedule and rules. It’s too easy to make promises, to say you’ll do something, to screw up and apologize. I’ll ensure that if you do something wrong, you’ll learn your lesson right away. And there will be less chance you’ll make the same mistake a second time.”
“Wait. You’re serious?” Victoria was having a hard time believing this was real. Since when did grown men spank grown women? It was ridiculous. Ludicrous. And yet, she felt a swirling in the pit of her stomach. Wetness between her legs. Why?
“I’m serious.” His voice was so low it was almost a growl. “And you’re here in my home right now so I can show you what it will be like. And you can decide if this is something you’re up for. If not, I’ll assign you to a different job immediately.”
“You can’t… you mean… right now you’re going to spank me?” It felt weird to say the words out loud, to even be talking about something like this.
“Right now, Victoria.”
She should go. She should stand up and walk out, tell him to fuck off, that this was too weird and messed up to even consider. But she didn’t want to. She’d never been so intrigued—or turned on—in her entire life. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Okay.” One word. So simple yet so difficult to say.
He growled. So quietly she could barely hear it, but she was positive that’s what it was. Pure desire. And surprise. “Stand up.”
She did, her legs weak and shaky.
“Good. We’re doing this now. I want you over my lap.” He patted his strong thighs.
Was this happening? She took a few steps closer to him, then bent her body, placing herself over his lap. It was such an awkward pose, but he helped her by pulling her close and getting her in place.
“I’ll start over your jeans. Then you’ll take them off and I’ll spank you on top of your panties. Panties off after that, and the real spanking will begin. Do you understand?” His voice was calm, so calm it was hard to believe he was talking about something like this.
“Good. And when I’m punishing you, I want you to call me sir. Yes?”
“Today I’m only going to use my hand, but in the future, there will be other implements. A hairbrush. Paddle. Leather strap. Have you ever been spanked before?” His hand landed gently on her ass, and he caressed it, the warmth traveling through the denim and flimsy material of her underwear.
“Ahh. You’re in for a surprise, then. I think you’ll find that a spanking not only hurts, but is extremely embarrassing. To be over someone’s lap, with your panties down to your knees, is a true reminder of what a bad girl you’ve been. How do you think that will feel?”
Her cheeks burned. “Um, I’ll feel embarrassed. Ashamed.”
“You will.” He spanked her bottom lightly, so lightly it was more of a patting than a spanking. “How do you feel right now?”
“Scared?” It was true. Her heart pounded hard.
“The spanking. That it will hurt.”
“It will. It’s going to hurt a lot, Victoria. But I want you to accept it. I want you to hold still for your punishment. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes. Sir.” She wasn’t sure, but she’d try as hard as she could.
“Good girl. I’m going to start now. But first, I want you to ask me to spank you.”
No! Being spanked was embarrassing enough. But to ask him to do it? Could she manage that? She took a deep breath. She wanted to cooperate. She wanted to work for him. “Sir, please start my spanking.” Her voice quaked, but somehow she got the words out.
Without a response, he started. His hand began to land, hard, on her ass. At first it wasn’t too bad. The denim, though worn, was still thick enough to cushion her from the onslaught of the slow but steady spanks. After a few minutes, though, the stinging really began to sink in.
Victoria wriggled on his lap, trying hard to keep quiet. She didn’t want to cry or complain. But it hurt! Soon she was moaning each time his hand landed.
“It hurts,” she cried out finally, surprised at how much pain there was.
He chuckled and stopped for a few seconds. “You know it’s supposed to hurt, right?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be so bad.” Her eyes stung, tears threatening to fall.
“And we’re only getting started.” There was humor in his voice.
“No. Luca, I’ll be good. I promise.”
“This is a test, Victoria, remember? If you can’t handle this spanking, you won’t be able to handle my training or the regular punishments you’ll be getting. If this is already too much, you should just get up now and leave. Is that what you want?”
“No! I don’t want to leave!” She sounded like a child, but she couldn’t help it.
“Then let’s pull down your jeans and get the second part of your spanking started.”
Oh, god. She wanted to argue, wanted to refuse. But she knew she needed to do this.
“Stand up, Victoria.”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered, standing on trembling legs.
“Pants down.” He nodded at her legs.
She fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans, her fingers clumsy and slow. Was this really happening? As she pushed her jeans down over her hips, she looked at Luca’s face, saw his eyes filled with heat as he watched her bare her thighs for him. Was it strange that she, too, felt fire in her belly that she was pulling down her pants in front of him?
“Back over.” Once more he patted his lap, and once more she approached him, this time shuffling because of her jeans around her knees. It was awkward, and she found herself blushing as she imagined how ridiculous she must look.
But the shame of how she looked disappeared as she realized how much more this second part of her spanking was going to hurt. The jeans had provided protection that she no longer had. How much would this hurt? Could she handle it?
She didn’t have long to wait, because Luca started quickly, his hand landing on her right cheek, and then landing on her left.
“Ooh! Ow!” she squealed as he continued. She tried to hold still, but it was impossible not to wriggle. It hurt! And he just kept going!
“You’re doing well, Victoria.” Luca paused after a few minutes and rubbed her fiery ass. “Focus on the goal, and remember that this is part of getting there. You want to train with me, and this is what you need to do. Keep that in mind.”
“Okay. Sir. But it hurts so much.”
“I know. You need this, though, to teach you a lesson.”
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“Ask me to spank you some more, then.” His voice was firm. There was no arguing with him, even though asking for a spanking was far worse than simply getting one.
“Please, Sir, keep spanking me.” She was glad she was looking down at the fabric of the couch so he couldn’t see her cheeks, which burned in shame.
He rubbed her ass for a few seconds, and then started again. His palm landed on her bottom over and over, the panties she wore giving her next to no protection whatsoever. It was impossible to hold still, and she started writhing on his lap.
To her surprise, she felt how hard he was underneath her. So this was turning him on! And she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that, despite how badly this hurt, her pussy wasn’t throbbing at the exact same time. It was the strangest combination she’d ever felt, this weird mix of pain and desire. It almost felt like if he touched her clit, just once, she’d come immediately. Yet the pain was like nothing she’d ever felt, her ass burning and stinging so badly she almost couldn’t hold still.
Luca stopped then. “It’s time to take your panties off, Victoria.”
“Oh, god.” She hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, but they escaped without warning.
“Stand up, please.” He gently helped her get to her feet. “Let’s take your jeans and panties all the way off, all right?” His eyes were so dark, so filled with emotion and desire and intensity that for a moment Victoria wondered if that gaze alone wouldn’t be enough to push her over the edge, to bring on the most intense climax of her life.
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered the words as she grasped the filmy material of her panties and pushed them down to her knees, where her jeans were still bunched up. Then she pushed both pants and underwear down to the floor and stepped out of them. She was completely naked from the waist down, and she had to fight the urge not to put her hands in front of her crotch to cover up. Somehow she knew Luca wouldn’t like that.
“I’m going to spank your bare bottom now, Victoria.” His voice was calm, though a hint of desire shone through.
“It’s going to hurt. But I want you to accept this part of your punishment. Do you think you can do that?”
She nodded again, so overwhelmed with fear and desire and emotion that she couldn’t speak.
He crooked his finger at her, indicating that she should get back over his lap, and she did, lowering herself onto his lap so her naked ass was right there, exposed, ready for his big hand.
“I’d like you to spread your legs a little.” He pushed the inside of her right thigh outward.
“Oh,” she murmured, an intoxicating mixture of embarrassment and need filling her stomach.
“Very good. I want you completely exposed for this last part of your spanking. A little wider, Victoria.”
“Yes, Sir.” She opened her thighs wider, knowing he must be able to see how wet she was. He might even be able to smell her arousal, his head just a short distance from her pussy. What would he think, knowing this turned her on almost as much as it hurt her? Did he know that? Expect that?
Underneath her his erection pressed into her stomach, and she closed her eyes, wishing they were going to fuck instead of about to finish an already painful spanking.
“Ready?” he asked, patting her stinging bottom lightly with his hand.
“Ready. Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Good. Let’s begin.”