The first Twenty-One - Sex Stories

The first Twenty-One

... overlapping now, forming a single patch of red. Again a swing. "Please, Sir, I'll behave, I won't do it again, Sir" "I want to hear you count, not whimper." Did he really just say that? Why was this turning him on so much? He was used to finding answers to questions, but these were not questions that were meant to be answered. This was a time for punishment. Dora had to be punished for the dirty whore she was, making him let himself go like this. For turning him on. For everything she was, and everything she awoke in him. Even for the spilled cup of orange juice. At least she had now counted the thirteen. The beast was truly awoken. His arm swung high, and landed with a hard slap, his full force behind it. He could hear her sob. He didn't care. As long as she counted. "F-Fourteen." He felt himself wishing he had chosen the belt. "Fifteen." More sobbing. He was done with the sobbing now. He grabbed both her pigtails in one hand, like an experienced rider takes the reigns of a horse, and pulled her head back. He didn't wait for her to count anymore, she would just have to keep up. He bore down on her with his flat hand in full force. Sixteen. Seventeen, Eighteen. Her mascara was getting muddled with the tears that were dripping down her cheeks, but she had stopped her whining. Nineteen, Twenty. He yanked her head back all the way so she was looking up to him with her teary eyes, her throat pulled tight so that she could barely breathe, and his last strike hit her bottom full ...

... force. It was a squeal, more than anything else, followed by two quick sobs, which came as a response. And then, after a short pause, came the last count. Twenty-one. Her voice was trembling, and very, very soft. "Thank you..." She took a moment to compose herself, took a jagged, shallow breath, and continued, "...for disciplining me, Johnathan, Sir. I will now go clean myself up." Her skirt still on her knees, she picked up the cup, and then shuffled her way to the stairs, and one step after the other, started ascending it. Each careful step she took up the stairs seemed to make her wince, but she kept completely quiet. Her now crimson bottom almost seemed to radiate, but under it, her thighs glimmered with her own wetness. When she came down the stairs again, a few minutes later, she had changed. She was wearing jeans now, and her pigtails had given way for a simple ponytail. But that wasn't the most striking difference. There was something in her posture, the way she walked. The look on her face was different. The lips that earlier pouted and trembled now formed a confident smile. She seemed no longer the girl he had just spanked (oh god, had he really done that?) not even a girl at all, but a young woman. "I really don't know what came over me, Dora, but...” "It's Evelyn, but I decided I wanted to pay you a visit as Dora. Uncle Alex told me a lot about you, and I knew he would be out for a bit. I figured it would be... interesting." "Dora's quite the filthy deprived little ...