She tried to wiggle out of it. But he managed to get her back into position. He was a lot stronger than he looked. She tried to apologize “My thane! wait”. “ This isn’t a game” he said distractedly.
He was busy holding her wrist on the small of her back. He yanked her dress up baring her again. His leg clamped down over hers holding them in place. Lydia had a brief moment to regret her sass before he began to swat her.
She noticed he was smacking her harder than before. These really stung and there seemed to be more anger behind them. “I don’t like hitting you Lydia!” He sounded like his feelings were hurt. She felt even more guilty.
For a few minuets, the only sounds in the room were his swats and her sobs. She struggled and struggled but couldn’t escape a single swat. Talking had worked earlier, so she tried again “Stop, lets talk”.
The swats became harder. Lydia learned something in that period of relentless spanking. Andril was not stopping until he was good and ready. Soon her entire backside was burning unbearably. She was crying openly now.
She stopped caring that her thane was seeing her like this. Even worse, she felt humbled ready to admit to him she was wrong.
Then the strangest thing happened. The pain was mixing with a strange heat which ran right to her core. She found herself lifting her bottom into the swats, instead of trying to escape them. Why was she liking this?. The pleasure/ pain was getting her wet.
She hoped Andril didn’t notice. His swats switched from her bottom to her thighs. His fingers slid across the wetness accumulated there. Suddenly, everything stopped. She was being helped to her feet and he stood facing her.
She could feel his eyes on her. She stood there her face flustered and half covered by her hair. Her bottom was throbbing painfully; and she couldn’t control her tears. Why did she have to make such a profound and new discovery about herself right now? She wondered if she could ever look Andril in the eye again!
Cautiously, she risked a peep at her thane. He was frowning confusedly at his hand. He rubbed his fingers together experimentally. His eyes widened slightly before he turned to look at her thoughtfully.
The Day Andril Tanned Lydia 3/?
He was busy holding her wrist on the small of her back. He yanked her dress up baring her again. His leg clamped down over hers holding them in place. Lydia had a brief moment to regret her sass before he began to swat her.
She noticed he was smacking her harder than before. These really stung and there seemed to be more anger behind them. “I don’t like hitting you Lydia!” He sounded like his feelings were hurt. She felt even more guilty.
For a few minuets, the only sounds in the room were his swats and her sobs. She struggled and struggled but couldn’t escape a single swat. Talking had worked earlier, so she tried again “Stop, lets talk”.
The swats became harder. Lydia learned something in that period of relentless spanking. Andril was not stopping until he was good and ready. Soon her entire backside was burning unbearably. She was crying openly now.
She stopped caring that her thane was seeing her like this. Even worse, she felt humbled ready to admit to him she was wrong.
Then the strangest thing happened. The pain was mixing with a strange heat which ran right to her core. She found herself lifting her bottom into the swats, instead of trying to escape them. Why was she liking this?. The pleasure/ pain was getting her wet.
She hoped Andril didn’t notice. His swats switched from her bottom to her thighs. His fingers slid across the wetness accumulated there. Suddenly, everything stopped. She was being helped to her feet and he stood facing her.
She could feel his eyes on her. She stood there her face flustered and half covered by her hair. Her bottom was throbbing painfully; and she couldn’t control her tears. Why did she have to make such a profound and new discovery about herself right now? She wondered if she could ever look Andril in the eye again!
Cautiously, she risked a peep at her thane. He was frowning confusedly at his hand. He rubbed his fingers together experimentally. His eyes widened slightly before he turned to look at her thoughtfully.