Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... behind his knees once more, and again Crispin was reminded of the fact that he couldn't really escape this hold even if he wanted to. He was stuck here for as long as she wanted.

And she wasn't just smacking him with her hand anymore.

That became apparent as soon as she brought the hairbrush down on his bottom for the first time. The sting felt hot at first, and it rippled out from where she'd smacked him, but he didn't have time to consider how it felt because she'd already moved onto his second cheek and delivered another resounding blow there too.

Crispin bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, but he couldn't stay quiet for long. Not that this part of the spanking was especially quiet anyway. Especially with the office door open, just about everyone with an office down this hallway would be able to hear the rhythmic smacks of the hairbrush against his bare ass.

God this really did hurt though. As fast as she was spanking him there was never any time to recover. And all the ridges and contours on the hairbrush's gilded surface were going to leave some serious bruises, he could already tell.

"It's reddening up nicely," Aspen said, when she paused.

He would've killed to have her rub his ass by then -- just anything to abate the stinging -- but all she did was poke at it or pull it to get a better look at her handiwork.

"I might be better at this than I thought."

Crispin opened his eyes and was about to respond when he realized Aspen hadn't actually ...

... been talking to him.

She'd been talking to Chaya, who now leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, a cruel smirk distorting her features.

As Crispin watched she made her way into the office, around the chair where Aspen sat, to look at Crispin's bare, beaten ass. Without thinking, he tried to move, tried to shift his weight or cover his bottom with a hand, but Aspen grabbed his wrist and pinned it behind his back without so much as breaking conversation with Chaya.

"Yeah, it's looking good," Chaya said from behind him. "I'd say you might want to go a little bit lower, like -- this right here is something to aim for," she said, giving a savage poke to the spot where his ass and high thigh met. "That's a sit spot."

She gave him a smack on the bottom and Crispin yelped.

"Hit him there and he'll feel it even on Monday," she said. "I've got him working for me, digging though some caselaw, so it'll be a long time he's planted in his chair."

Aspen moved the hairbrush down, to the area just below his buttocks but above his thigh. Then she landed an especially hard smack of the hairbrush right there.

Crispin couldn't help it; he shrieked. Behind him, he heard Chaya cackle.

"Keep that up," Chaya told Aspen. "Same spot if you can. I always get a good reaction when I do that."

"You're such a bitch," Aspen said, but now it was her turn to laugh too.

And it wasn't as if she let up. Crispin bit down harder on his lip, drawing blood now as the hairbrush ...