When we left off, Logan told Addison she deserved a few whacks on her girly bits for other currently unpunished offenses. He’s never met a girl like her, and she doesn’t know it, but he’s been testing her level of submission this whole time. She keeps on complying! No matter how crazy or shameful his command may be. He’s mesmerized and driven to push her.
He’d pulled her into the hallway for a little conversation to let her choose between following him into the darkness, without even knowing what that entails, or topping her off at 800 whacks--including hundreds of lighter warm-up slaps--with his hand. She chose the former, and now she’s back in the game room in diaper position, sharing it all with Logan’s father’s poker buddies. But she’s not at all excited about getting belt slaps, especially THERE.
Here’s my snippet from Sorority Pledge 1: A Devil in Disguise:
“Logan, please,” I cried.
“This is entirely optional, Addison. You can bow out and be done, just say the word. But I think your pretty bits could use a little jolt for being so aroused during a correction? Do you? Can your conscience be free without it?”
“No ... it can’t. I’ve been dirty and deserve the punishment you see fit for me. Give me three, Sir.”
He hesitated on replying, only a wavy huff escaping his lips. Maybe he was surprised by my answer. Who in the world would choose to take pussy slaps with a belt over getting up? Me. Miss Sicko Freak Spankazoid, that’s who. “Okay. Keep your bent knees up, but reach down between your legs now and pull your outer lips apart.”
Have fun getting tingly and warm on this hop.