Chapter 30 | 0030 The thug grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of the blanket (400 views)
Spanking, simply put, is spanking, and is a term familiar to many.
Hopper's hands were strong and his knuckles were distinct. If he hit her on the buttocks, he would definitely leave a handprint. His hands were so big that they might cover her entire buttocks, with crisscrossing finger marks. Just imagining it made her start to wet.
She wrapped herself in the blankets and sank into the bed, waiting for Hobart to arrive—as her master had requested.
The knocking didn't start until her body temperature warmed the bedding.
"Let me in, Cloud," came the man's voice, accompanied by knocking sounds. Because of the thick down comforter, the sound was distorted when it reached Wu Qian's ears, but she knew it was her master, Hobert.
Only the owner would seek her consent in this way; it's the rule. A rule established by a strong, strict, yet gentle owner to uphold the puppy's dignity.
She exhaled hot breath, which couldn't escape because of the blanket, and her cheeks were burning.
Her master was watching her from the doorway, and he could see the outline of her bulge. Thinking of this, Wu Xian couldn't help but groan.
“Cloud.” Hobart hadn’t come in yet.
Wu Xian forgot, and he waited. But his eyes, his beautiful red eyes, must have seen her writhing, seen the hazy outline of her body. This respect mixed with erotic fantasies made Wu Xian's lower body wet.
"Please come in." She finally let her master in.
The sound of shoes stepping on the floor was powerful and muffled, something Wu Qian couldn't produce himself, because his master walked with his back straight, never bowing his head, like an unapproachable nobleman taking each step.
He used his cane, and the occasional tapping sound became a personal mark etched into Wu Qian's mind.
Like Mr. H, his steps would be larger, irregular, wild and unrestrained, causing his heart to beat erratically.
As for Wu Xian, she jumped around haphazardly.
In short, she recognized Hobart just by his voice.
She called out, "Master..."
The owner must have stopped standing by the bed. Wu Xian's bed is very soft, and if the owner came up, she would definitely notice the indentation.
"Cloud, I'm here." Master, he's beside Cloud.
"You chose 8cloud, but unfortunately it's not a hand, it's a prop."
"Ah... props." Wu Qian was indeed very sad.
"You'll like it. The prop is a mother-of-pearl fan, one of my collections. It's intricately carved and adorned with pearls. I'll use it; the first touch will cause pain. Want to see it?"
Want to see it? A prop that'll make a puppy's bottom swell up? No, I don't want it. If I don't know its shape, it'll add a bit of surprise when I get hit.
"Cloud, choose a number. This is the number of times you will be punished today. But be careful, if you refuse, I will not stop, and the punishment will increase."
“Hmm…” Wu Xian was having trouble deciding. Then she heard Hobert say, “This is a reward. There won’t be any more after you finish. You have to think it through. More, less, or just right? You’re a smart child. You can make a choice.”
Ah! Master, you're so mean and strict! Why do you have to give me questions to answer when you spank me?
He was gently asking for her opinion, yet he had put her in a dilemma. Wu Xian couldn't help but bite her nails as she tossed and turned in bed.
Hobert waited for her without the slightest impatience.
"How much does Master think he/she wants?"
"I think the cloud can only withstand twenty-five strikes." Twenty-five? How could that be so few! It's over in a flash. How hard can a fan made of mother-of-pearl be?
Greed consumed Wu Xian like a flame. She closed her eyes tightly and cried out in a trembling voice, "Fifty times, Master."
“Fifty?” Hobart chuckled in his throat. He wasn’t surprised by Wu Qian’s lack of self-awareness in choosing to go ahead. On the contrary, he gave Wu Qian a chance to back out. “Fifty, Cloud, perhaps we should proceed step by step.”
"Fifty." Wu Qian, ungrateful and ignoring Hobert's kindness, became even more determined.
"Okay, then I'll be a little rough, Cloud, don't be afraid."
"Hmm..." Before Wu Qian could finish speaking, he felt his ankle being grabbed by a hand that had slipped under the covers. The hand easily tightened its grip and then exerted force, pulling Wu Qian's entire body outwards.
Wu Xian instinctively resisted, but her strength was futile against Hobert. Her legs were held together, her inner ankles touching, and she couldn't even push off.
The cold hand pulled her away from her warm and safe nest. This action gave her too many fantasies of being violated. The well-dressed thug was about to visit her private parts hidden under the covers. He did such an outrageous thing but still warned her to "be careful".
Her nightgown rubbed against the bed, bunching up to her waist. Hobert threw back the covers, revealing her naked lower body. She suddenly realized she wasn't wearing underwear, which meant her constantly leaking vagina would leave wet stains on the black sheets.
A long, sticky, lewd strip—that was the shape of a stretched-out vulva.
The master will discover that she has long been lustfully aroused.
Fortunately, her head was still hidden under the blanket, like an ostrich.
The black silk was very white, even the mother-of-pearl could not compare to it. The exposed part of its body, wrapped in black, was like a pearl, as tender and crisp as a lotus root.
Hobert held the closed fan, which became a stick, a merciless instrument of torture, and slowly rubbed its tip against her buttocks.
Very good. It hasn't even been broken yet. Just a light touch and this lotus root has already started to ooze its lewd juices.
She's such a good lotus root, such a good little dog, so sensitive, perfect for getting her bottom slapped until she cries and sap flows from both ends – that's when the tender lotus root is ripe.
Hobart swept his hand across the blanket without pausing. He then pulled out Wu Xian's hand from under the covers, bent it over, and tied it behind his back with a loose tie that allowed him to break free easily.
While Wu Xian was still reeling from her master's touch, Hobert had already delivered the first blow, "Count, cloud."
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