“Let me go, let me go.”
Vidar found a fallen tree. He spun her around so her back was facing him, secured her there with one arm around her waist and sat down with his legs spread on top of the log.
“Down we go,” he ordered with humour, gently pushing her onto her knees and forward so she had to put her hands out on to the forest floor to support herself. Then he took hold of her legs and lifted the bottom half of her body up onto his knees securing her in the wheelbarrow position for spanking and making it easier for him to control her tendency to writhe and fight him. He lifted her a little higher so she dangled a little way and placed her black patent leather high-heeled feet either side of his body to balance her. Then he set about sliding that sexy black skirt back up her thighs as he had done in her office wondering if she was still minus her panties underneath there. To his surprise she was.
The position spread her buttocks apart giving him a delicious view of the ripe fruit hanging between her pussy lips in the front and her anal entrance.
“Very nice,” he mused stroking her bottom still a little flushed from her earlier spanking. “Now let’s see just how wet you get this time, little one. This will make you feel so much better.”
“I hate you. I hate all of you.”
“I know and I don’t blame you. Let yourself cry. Stop holding it back,” he soothed rubbing her bottom with the flat of his palm to warm and prepare it for spanking. “You went through hell back at the house and you still haven’t allowed it to come out. You seem to think anger is a defence that shields you from your emotions. It is a slippery fall. I should know. I am going to force the pain out of you and make you calmer before this leads to depression. We will get someone to talk to you about what you have been told. But fighting me is not going to make things any easier or take away your anger. Believe me I know,” he soothed.
“I am going to take good care of you, Fallon but this is where you learn just how little I am going to tolerate your behaviour, little one,” he informed her hearing his Norwegian accent become thicker as he did so.
“I am glad to see you did not put any panties back on and are keeping to the no panties rule. But you won’t be needing panties or many clothes, for that matter, most of the time,” he continued in a dark velvet tone. “You will always be open and ready for me to take. Your job will be to keep yourself nice and wet for me. If you can’t I will employ someone who will be able to keep you ready for me. From now on you will only wear the clothes I allow you to and you will ask permission to wear panties, little one. Now let me see to your spanking,” he finished with a small laugh.
“You can’t do this.”
“Yes, I can. You already know this. Fallon, you belong to me completely, part of my goods and chattel, if you like,” he gave a cruel laugh. “Next time you won’t dare to bite me when I am trying to take care of you.”
“Don’t do this to me here. What if someone sees?” she let out on a sob.
“Then so be it. I am sure they will admire me for taking you in hand when I tell them you bit me twice,” he answered.
The Billionaire raised his hand, cupping it ever so slightly and struck first one buttock and then the next hard firing the light rosy glow already present on her butt.
Fallon yelped and then howled with the second harder blow to her vulnerable bare bottom. Vidar felt himself harden as he watched Fallon’s naked, plump bottom jump and quiver with each spank. Power surged through him spurring him on until her butt was turning hot pink and her sobbing was loud. Being in control was the only time he felt calm. It wasn’t that he was cruel or dispassionate it was just something he needed since the beginning of the trauma in his life. It felt safe. The thought made him mindful. He checked his strikes to Fallon’s rump were fair and not harsh, just enough to discipline but not to maim or abuse.
Her buttocks were now tinged with a healthy glowing darker red visible in the shining moonlight casting its rays over Fallon’s nakedness. He could feel her pussy moving against his suit trouser legs as her body bucked with each blow and he swore he detected dampness after the fifth spank which made him feel victorious. Her angry mumbling under her breath gave way to sobs and she broke down.
On the twentieth spank Vidar was convinced his message had struck home by the limpness in her body. His heart leapt suddenly, unexpectedly. Something made him lean down and kiss one cheek tenderly to calm the sting he had inflicted upon it with his firm male hand.
What was she doing to him? Abruptly he ceased the spanking, sparing the backs of her thighs for another time, dumbfounded by the feelings she was engendering in him.
The Billionaire peered through her thighs to her vagina seeing it glistening wet. Leaving her aching for satisfaction from him would prove gratifying for his need to take revenge He pulled her skirt down over the throbbing heat coming from her flesh and listened to her cry a little more hoping some of that tension was now releasing and had been
