But there I was sprawled over his lap, awaiting my very first paddling. The imprint on the paddle said DIRTY in hot pink letters and I loved the black leather square that held so much promise. I’d always been curious, now I wanted to know. ‘Say it, Merritt.’ The tiny bit of steel in his voice made my breath sing in my lungs. I felt lightheaded and excited. ‘I’m a dirty girl,’ I whispered; the giggles had officially dried up. The paddle came down fast and sharp and I yelped. He stroked the leather across the other cheek and I yelped again. Hot stinging fire flooded my bottom, but a lusty rush of fluid flooded my pussy at the same time. Eli gave me three more strokes with the paddle and then started to run his palms across my flesh in soothing circles. ‘Too hard?’ he wanted to know. ‘Don’t stop,’ I said. I swallowed, managed, ‘Please.’ ‘Got it. Dirty girl needs more.’ There was a smile in his voice and I felt his cock, hard and ready pressing to my belly. For an instant I reconsidered the whole not ready thing.
