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Connor swatted her again, pausing to admire the way the impact passed over her cheeks. “Do you need this spanking, kitten?” he demanded, noticing his voice had fallen to little more than a growl.
He didn’t know why he asked, having already determined for himself that the answer was yes, but somehow, there was always something so bloody satisfying about hearing it from Molly’s lips.
“Yes, Master,” she breathed as he landed a fourth strike, followed by another three in fast succession. “Yes, I need it.”
“Yes. You. Do.” Connor agreed, accentuating each word with a new swat. “Just think about how many months you’ve gone without my discipline.”
Connor landed another hard spank, conscious of his cock throbbing gloriously at the groan that left his kitten’s lips. “How many spankings have you needed?” he asked her. “How many have you missed?”
“Too many, Master,” she panted as he continued, spanking her gorgeous backside time and time again as if to reinforce the point.
“Yes, too many,” he agreed. “I know you, kitten, and naughty little pets like you need regular spankings to keep them in their place.”
He paused, watching as her hips rose of their own accord. It was as though Molly’s body was actually looking for his palm. “Don’t they?” he demanded.
“Yes!” She was almost screeching now, though Connor didn’t think he’d been very hard on her so far. Allowing his gaze to drink in the length of her body, he concluded with a wry smile that his pet’s desperation was more to do with her burgeoning arousal, than her pain threshold. He knew from experience that she was well-equipped to deal with a lot of pain. “Yes, Master. They do. I do!”
“Yes,” he agreed again, and as he spoke, Connor shifted his palm and aimed his next strike directly at her pussy.
Molly yelped at the new strike, but the sound morphed quickly into something of a moan.
“You like that, kitten,” he mused mockingly. “Don’t you?”
Her wide-kneed stance made it easy to access her wet seam, and even the swat he’d just delivered hadn’t made her legs close.
“Yes, Master,” she admitted, her voice a strangled sound which conveyed her very obvious misery on the subject.
“Tell me, then,” he commanded as he smacked the area again. “Tell your Master what you like, you naughty little pet.”
Molly moaned at the instruction, her hips grinding against his legs as he gave the order. Her body language was more than clear; Molly wanted more. Much, much more.
“I like it when you spank my pussy, Master,” she panted, pushing her face into the fabric of the cushion as she made the concession.
Connor smiled to himself. That wasn’t a bad first effort, but she’d have to do much better than that if she wanted her pleasure.