30: Punishment

“Turn around.” He instructed, and I did as I was told, pulling myself up to now be on both hands and knees. I still had my pants and bra on, but I felt exposed to him—even more exposed than I felt days ago in this position.

Perhaps that was because Jace didn’t have punishment in mind when he asked me to turn around then, as he does now. He was also naked, whereas now he still stood fully dressed. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to himself, and I heard him take a deep breath.

He grabbed a fistful of my cheeks and pulled them apart as if he wanted to penetrate my hole with his tongue. “You are my good girl, but you will get punished if you do not behave yourself.” He said and the next thing I knew, I felt a hard sting on my left cheek.

I gasped as pain shot from my cheek to the rest of my body. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let me; his grip on my waist kept me still.

“Do not move!” He said and, as if under some compulsion, I stayed still.

He delivered another ha