Chapter 15.

Layla.

The first hit came and I screamed and Dante hands smacked my buttocks harshly, that part stinging badly. I struggled to get away from his grasp but he only held me tighter. Panting heavily, I managed to speak, "one," even as my pussy walls were clenching and throbbing over nothing.

He continued with the next hits quickly and by the time he had gotten to ten, the pain had morphed into something that I could not explain, one that had me arching my back and begging for more hits on my buttocks, the pain had mixed with the pleasure and my brain couldn't tell which was which.

"How many hits have I given you?" Dante asked even as he sent another hard strike across my buttocks. I opened my mouth to speak before realizing I had forgotten the number we where at. "I don't know!" I cried out, my voice wobbly and high pitched. Dante chuckle, inserting a finger into my sodden pussy and I almost orgasmed. He quickly extracted it, blowing warm air to my flaring buttocks and pinching my pussy