47. Nat

The second Max's huge hand hits my ass I shriek like a banshee. It's more from shock than actual pain, although it definitely stings like a motherfucker.

No man has ever spanked me before. I've been punched in the face by Rick, but spanking? No.

I'm not sure why I even agreed to put myself in this vulnerable position. It's fucking insane given my history with Rick. I should be scared, but I"m not. Nothing Max is doing frightens me. Yes, he is a bit controlling, but not in the same way Rick was. I know enough about Max to understand his desire to control me comes from a need to protect me.

He"s nothing like Rick.

Max"s palm cracks my ass again, the other cheek this time, and I gasp. Heat radiates outward and my skin feels like it's on fire.

I tense, waiting for another slap, but instead, he strokes my flesh, soothing me.

"This is what happens when you don't do as I ask, malyshka," he purrs. The low timbre of his rough voice, combined with the way he's caressing my ass, makes me shiver with need.

He's hard beneath me and I can feel the ridge of his dick throbbing through his pants. Knowing he's turned on makes me wet and I clench my thighs together, trying desperately to quell the ache.

There has to be something wrong with me. How fucked up must I be if I enjoy this after everything I went through with Rick?

Rick hitting me wasn't a turn-on at all, yet when Max lays his hand on my flesh, I'm soaked.

I try to push myself up but he holds me down with a firm hand against the small of my back.

"I'm not done yet," he barks. "One smack for every message or call you ignored."

Fuck. There were a lot…

Each spank hits a different area. My whole ass is on fire, heat radiating outward. The last hard smack hits the edge of my swollen pussy and I cry out. It's too much. I'm so close to coming.

"Last one," he says softly while caressing my tortured fiery cheeks.

I whimper, beyond words at this point. He parts my thighs and strokes the wet gusset of my panties, humming his approval when he feels how wet I am. Then his palm comes down again, and this time, it strikes my pussy direct.

I go off like a fucking rocket, my whole body writhing with pleasure as I lie across his muscular thighs. He strokes my pussy, murmuring soft words of approval as I come down from my high.

"Such a good girl."

I'm left exhausted, like a wrung-out rag, unable to make my body move. It's not exactly comfortable lying across Max's lap, and from how hard he is, I doubt he's comfortable either. But neither of us moves.

He continues stroking my back and ass, his fingers light on my sensitive flesh. Judging by how sore I am, sitting down tomorrow will be hellish painful. Thank fuck it's the weekend and I have two days before I have to go back to the office.

At least at home, I can work standing up.

Home… it occurs to me I really need to go back to my apartment. I'm running out of clothes and my plants will need watering.

But that's a problem for tomorrow's Nat.

I try to move and Max helps me up.

"Come on, baby, let me take you to bed."

My eyes flutter closed and I'm half asleep as he places me gently on his bed. He pulls my panties down, tossing them to one side. The lights are dim in his bedroom, the only illumination coming from a reading lamp next to the bed.

The pain from my backside is sharp enough to make me moan and I roll onto my stomach for relief. God. I really hope it's not this sore tomorrow, or even walking will be painful.

Just as I'm drifting off, I feel something cool, soothing, on my sore skin.

"This will help with the soreness," Max tells me in a soft voice. Whatever he rubs into my skin takes some of the burn away, easing the heat. It feels amazing and I sigh, burying my face in the pillow.

As much as I hate him for reducing me to a shivering wreck with just a few well-placed spanks, the aftercare certainly isn't lacking.

"Go to sleep, baby," he murmurs before kissing my cheek and switching the light off.

And I'm gone.