Valentine’s hands tightened around the girl’s wrist in a wordless reassurance that no, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The tiny gasps of sound that escaped her when his hand contacted with her skin harder, needled a familiar desire under his skin. A smile, unconsciously, slipped on the man’s lips as he painted Charlotte’s bottom even redder. The skin already well rosy, was soon flush and on it’s way to a shade that he would deem satisfactory.
And if his fingers occasionally caught on the hems of her panties, Val deemed that a complete accident. He allowed his palm to rest over the swell of her skin for a moment, feeling the heat that radiated into his hand.
“You’ve got a really pretty skin, Charlotte.” He observed she had the type of delicate pale complexion that would’ve looked lovely with cane welts.
As the hits became harder Lottie couldn’t stop the odd moan escaping her lips. His fingers brushed over the edge of her panties on more than one occasion and those accidents were doing nothing to help Lottie’s focus.
When his hand rested on her bare skin she could feel the lingering sting that she loved so much. Biting her lip as the warmth of his hand mixed with the heat of her skin and she wondered if she would have any bruising.
His compliment surprised her but she turned her head to catch his eye, “Thank you Sir.” She was slipping into the head space she needed and as he started to spank her again his hand began to bounce off areas which had already been marked and the pain started to build. Her eyes began to water though she pushed her ass up a little to encourage him further at the same time.
Lottie's wild adventure 