She lowered her head in supplication, then got up and scampered across the room to do his bidding. Evan followed her quickly, standing behind her and admiring his handiwork. Her arse looked severely punished and she’d definitely be feeling the effects for a few days. His gaze was quickly drawn to the splayed pussy lips which were on full display, and was gratified to note that his new submissive was well and truly that, a submissive. And a masochist, at that. Her cunt glinted with juices. Without warning, he pushed a finger deep inside her and covered it with said juices, then pulled it out and sucked it into his mouth.

“Mmm. You taste good. You’re very wet, my dear. Did you enjoy your spanking?”

Rochelle nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Well, you can tell me all about it some other time. Right now I absolutely have to fuck you, or I fear my balls will turn blue and drop off. Are you safe?”

“Yes, Sir. Free of STIs and on birth control.”

“I’m very glad to hear it. Now get onto the bed on your hands and knees. Close enough to the edge that I can stand behind you and fuck your brains out.”

He lost count of the times he brought his hand down on her quivering flesh, even having to swap hands occasionally as his right one grew numb, so heaven knew what her bottom felt like. Evan stopped only when he couldn’t land another smack. His arms were tired, his hands sore and his cock was desperate to sink into some delicious warm girl flesh.

“Get up,” he said suddenly, giving her a shove. She fell to the floor in a jumble of limbs, but to her credit she instantly recovered and moved to a kneeling position in front of him. He raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, you are a good girl, aren’t you? Done this before then, have you?”

Given her natural skin tone, he figured that pinkish-red was quite an achievement. He’d teach the disobedient bitch to use his damn bath!

The more he beat Rochelle, the more confident he became that she was, in fact, an old pro at this kind of treatment. She didn’t scream, didn’t wail, and now, the only movements she made were the inevitable jerks caused by the force of his blows. He did, however, hear her sharp intakes of breath with every blow. She was good, but not infallible. Which was fine, actually, because he wanted to spank a flesh and blood woman, not a machine.

And spank her he did.

“Hey,” he said sharply. “Keep still. I haven’t decided how many spanks you’re going to get yet, but I can always keep increasing the number until you do as you’re damn told.”

He heard Rochelle suck in a trembling breath, then, “Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“I should think so, too.” He gave her a moment to wriggle back into position, then he really let loose on her. He barely paused between blows, raining spanks down on her arse until a wash of pink showed, then eventually grew closer to red.