0013.

Sophia's POV.

I had been standing in front of the mirror a while after crying for hours on my bed. The bold fingerprints on my asscheeks and sting that came with them caused more tears to form in my eyes.

"He's a devil," I sniffed, wiping away the tears that fell. "How could he do that to me?"

I had never been spanked before, not even my father. How could he smack me so much?

But that wasn't the worse part of the whole ordeal. The fact that i had an orgasm was terrible.

How could I have such a throbbing orgasm in such a situation?

"Sophia, what is happening to you?" I whispered to myself. "Why did you come? What does he think of you now?"

He must see me as some desperate bitch, relishing the pain he inflicted. I should really hate him for hurting me, but deep down, I knew I wasn't hurt.

I enjoyed every bit of it, there was this rush of heat in me when he smacked me for disrespecting him. Damn! My clit was throbbing at the thought of that moment.

"I'm so confused," I sighed. "I have to