I never understood the term “hurts so good” until the first time Waylon spanked me for being a bad angel.

The pain slices through my backside but zaps my clit with electric pleasure, making it throb.

“That was an extra one because you know how fucking hard it makes me when you beg and promise to be good,” he says, his voice a block of ice above me. “You’re baiting me. Trying to get me to lose control before I can finish this lesson. Now, get that ass down, or I’ll add more swats on to your lesson.”

I tremble inside, but it’s going to be hard enough to take three swats without coming. I don’t want to risk earning anymore.

I do as he says quickly and without any more argument, flattening my body out against the cool sheets and doing the best I can to hold still. Not squirming or doing anything else that will set off my sensitive body is the only thing that can save me right now.

“This is for wearing clothes to bed.” The belt smacks my butt hard enough to make it jiggle. It hurts so bad but sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I grit my teeth to keep from flinching, to keep my hips still. Can’t come! Can’t come!

“This is for the backtalk.” Another smack. And oh God, my whole butt is burning. Tears well up in my eyes—not because of the pain, but because all my body wants to do is climax.

Everything inside of me wants to come. I can’t hold still. I press my sloppy wet pussy as firmly as I can into the sheets to keep from squirming. But even that relatively small movement sends unbearable shocks of pleasure through me. Trying to hold back the orgasm is like trying to hold back a swarm of fire ants with nothing but my hands.

“Please, Teacher, no more!” I cry out. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard if you hit me again. I can’t take it. It hurts! It hurts everywhere! Please! I’m sorry. I belong to you. I belong to you. Please! I know that. I know forever. Please, it hurts! It hurts so bad!”

I’m babbling now. Sometimes that happens. Waylon mind breaks me before the lesson is done.

“Ssh, angel, calm down. Don’t wake the baby,” he murmurs, turning me over gently.

I thought lying against the covers was bad, but the reverse is even worse. My nipples are so obscenely erect, and my clit is throbbing like it has its own separate pulse. Flipping me over is like exposing a raw nerve to air—painful and overwhelming.

My body convulses with the need to come, and my thighs rub together, slippery with want.

“Please! Please!” I gasp out. “W-want you. N-need you…I can’t! I can’t hold on!”