Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... them. She felt they relished this revenge for their defeat.

David held up his right hand for Cyndi to examine. "She bit me, and has now agreed she should be punished for it." But she hadn't agreed. She had just sat in her chair as he had spoken. She had no idea how she had ended up over his knee, his left hand sliding across her buttocks, slipping down between her legs and fondling her private area. She spread her legs apart to accommodate his probing hand, knowing that this exposed her cruelly to all the men who were watching her, but not caring. No, that was wrong she did care, she cared deeply, but she still had to do it. "I was thinking she needs 10."

"On each cheek. That was not a love nip, that bite was meant to hurt." Cyndi's voice was hard, with a trace of anger. Leila was beginning to understand just how wrong she had been.

"If you think so. I'm afraid I love her too much to be properly judicial." He loved her. He had said it. And he had said it to someone else. Not just as a line to get into her pants. O lord, what pants? Her mind fell back to reality as he continued, this time to her, "You get ten blows on either side, a total of twenty. I hope that this will teach you that you must not bite people."

The first blow fell on her left cheek. It was not a pat but a hard, open-handed slap. She was glad that the dancer's music drowned out the sound of her humiliation. It was bad enough that some dozen men could see it. To have all the others know of it ...

... from the sound would be too much. Two more blows in quick succession on that cheek, then three slow, but equally hard ones on her right cheek. His right arm continued to lean on her back, as he paused, and his left hand slid down the crack between her cheeks until the tips of his fingers were running along the insides of her lips. She shuddered and widened her legs even further. Then two more blows to her right cheek and two to her left. The pain was mounting. "I will hurt you but I will not harm you." She recalled his promise as the tears started to flow from her eyes. He was definitely hurting her, but she deserved that hurt, she wanted that hurt. It was not harming her. The punishment was half done. She felt the warmth in her buttocks and without seeing them knew they were already a bright red. His hand gently swept over the red cheeks, bring a very slight measure of relief.

Just as she was catching her breath, the blows began again. Hard and stinging, they alternated between the left and right bun. She let the tears flow freely as the blows rained down in a steady rhythm. Finally it was over.

"Cyndi, could you please bring me another Foster's right away?, David asked. Leila heard Cyndi start for the bar, as she fought the tears to a standstill. "You know, Leila, the old quote 'this hurts me just as much as it hurts you' might actually be true here." Leila raised her head and looked at his face through the tears still in her eyes. "I could only use the one hand as the ...