Chapter Nine

When they got to the hotel, Natasha was relieved that Roman, Seth and Cesaro's rooms were on a different floor to Dean's room. She didn't want them to hear Dean spanking her or her possible cries. She hoped she didn't cry, but she'd heard that it hurt so much and was so embarrassing that it could make you cry.

"What are you thinking about?" Dean asked when they had entered his room. "Don't even think about lying. Tell me the truth."

"I'm wondering whether I'll cry," Natasha admitted.

"The smart money says you will. You don't look like a girl who has a high threshold of pain." He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Bending down to flick his tongue over her ear lobe, he whispered, "But the dirty secret is that I can't wait to hear you cry."

She jerked away suddenly, surprised by his words. Why would he want to hear her cry? Did he get some weird sexual pleasure from it? Natasha didn't quite understand the point of spankings or what was going through Dean's sick mind at that moment.

Natasha turned to look at him when she heard him burst out in sudden laughter.

"Do you think I'm depraved?" he asked her.

Realizing he was getting a kick out of the discomfort he was putting her in, she tried to answer smartly. "I think your tastes are a bit unusual."

"That's how I like it," he purred. He then sharply pulled her back into his chest, slid his hand up her skirt, and fingered the bare skin he could feel through the panties.

"But what about you? You're wearing a short skirt with panties I made you cut up. Do you want people to see my pussy? Attention-seeking whore," he hissed in her ear.

"I wore it for you, so I thought you'd like it. It's what you told me to do," she gulped and closed her eyes to the intensity of the sensation of his fingers lightly stroking her skin, but never entering the wet folds.

"Oh, honey. I do like it. But it won't get you out of this spanking now, will it?" he asked, turning her head to the side and tilting it back to look at him.

"No, Mr. Ambrose," she whispered.

"No, it won't," he repeated, and shook her head by the fistful of her hair he'd taken in his hand. His gaze was making Natasha burn up. He then licked his lips and suddenly said, "Take your shoes off," letting her go to allow her to obey him.

Natasha kicked her sequined ballet flats off to reveal pink painted toenails. She rubbed one foot up the back of her leg and bit her lip, awaiting his next order. She then watched him sit himself down on the long edge of the bed.

"Get over here."

It was happening so soon? Natasha walked to him across the soft carpet and looked him over. His shapely thighs were parted and his hands rested on his kneecaps until he pulled her between his legs.

"Remind me why I'm spanking you," he said, rubbing his hands around her waist and over her backside.

She clenched the cheeks of her ass as his fingers ran over the skin there. She knew that soon, his touches were not going to be as gentle.

"Hey, relax." He traced a finger down her cheek as he spoke. "You're going to get spanked hard and it's going to hurt, but I'm here with you and it's going to be alright. So don't be so nervous, okay?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, relaxing her muscles as she did.

"Good. Now don't make me repeat myself."

"You're giving me a spanking because I whined instead of following your instructions, I ignored you on Saturday, and I made a poor self-spanking video for you, Mr. Ambrose."

"Good girl. I'm surprised you remembered everything that you did wrong. I think you deserve this spanking. Do you agree?"

She hesitated, wanting to disagree with him so much, but knowing that it wasn't the correct thing to do in this situation. She would just have to take this spanking the best she could, and then maybe they could move on to more fun things.

"I agree, Mr. Ambrose. I deserve this spanking because I was a very naughty girl."

"That's right, you were very naughty…but we're going to correct that now with a little discipline."

Natasha's eyes lingered on Dean's face for a while.

"Okay?" he asked softly.

"Mhmm," she nodded.

"Alright. I don't wanna waste any time. Lay over my lap," he said, patting his right thigh.

Natasha's face reddened. As she was standing between his thighs right then, she expected she would be spanked in that position, but now that she had to actually lower herself across his lap, she felt incredibly infantile. Not sure how she should go about it, she came to his right hand side and knelt on the carpet. When she reached out to put her hands on his thighs, Dean grasped her wrist and pulled her over so that she stretched across his lap. Natasha instinctively rested her head in her arms and relaxed her legs behind her, bending them up and raising her feet off the ground. She wiggled her toes, but she wasn't sure why. Perhaps because she was nervous.

She heard him groan low in his throat as he rubbed the back of her thighs. "Isn't this nice? I get to have all this easy access to your legs and your ass." His hands moved up to rub her skirt-covered bottom. "Does this feel good? Do my hands feel warm?"

It really did feel good, once Natasha was made to think about it. Her head had been so clouded with concern about the spanking that she hadn't been enjoying the little things that Dean had been doing. She nodded and responded.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose. My ass feels soft and warm under your big hands."

"Great. I think you're ready then."

There was barely any time for Natasha to process what was happening. As soon as he had finished speaking, he raised his right hand and brought it down hard against her ass. The sound was louder than she had expected. It sounded like a dull clap. A yelp escaped her lips unexpectedly. She felt the sharp sting as soon as he struck her, but after a few seconds, she felt a hot burning sensation spread through her cheek that lingered around longer. She tried to reach back and rub her bum, but Dean grabbed her wrist and returned her hand to her head.

"And that's just one slap," he said with a grin.

Dean rubbed circles over the spot he had just slapped, and then slapped her other cheek, as equally as hard. However this time Natasha was prepared and stopped herself from making any noise.

"How did that feel?" he asked whilst he rubbed her ass.

"It hurts, but feels kinda nice afterwards," Natasha said after some thought.

"Good."

Natasha then felt Dean's hand leave her ass to slap her again, only this time his hand came down quicker to give her a fourth slap, then a fifth, then a sixth and more.

"Hey!" she cried out and reached back to stop his hand mid-swing. "You're hurting me now!"

He grabbed her wrist again. "Those first two were love pats to ease you into it. Don't keep reaching back. I'm not gonna tell you again. Okay?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," Natasha was forced to reluctantly say, but not without a scowl. He gave her a look, but accepted her agreement and let go of her wrist so she could have use of her hands again.

"Can you rub me better though?" she asked before she rested her head in her arms again.

Now that she was having a rest from the spanking, her bottom didn't feel so bad. The sting from the round of slaps had dulled into tingling warmth spread across both cheeks, which she supposed was pleasant, but her favorite thing about being spanked so far had certainly been Dean's hands caressing her.

"Yes," he said with a laugh.

He took his time running his hand over the cottony fabric. A few times, his hand dipped down along the back of her thighs. Natasha began to relax again and secretly hoped that he would just continue this and forget about the spanking.

Unfortunately for her, he did not.

He unleashed another flurry of smacks to her bottom, each one hurting more than the last. She tried as hard as she could to hold back making noise, but by the end of this set of slaps, she had begun to whimper quietly, despite her mouth being squeezed shut.

He began to rub her again whilst she slowed down her breathing. He leaned over and tried to get a look at her face. "Are you crying yet?" he said with an evil grin.

"No, Mr. Ambrose," she replied, turning her face toward him to prove that her eyes weren't full of tears.

"Aww. That's disappointing."

He slid his hand down to the hem of her skirt and flipped it up onto her back, exposing her crotchless panties.

"I can see a little bit of pink showing through," he said as he inspected her spanked ass. "Very nice." He spread her legs slightly and lowered his head to get a better view. "I can see a little bit of pink here, too." He took two fingers and ran them along her exposed pussy lips.

Natasha invitingly opened her legs further.

"What are you doing? Hmm?" he teased her.

Natasha stuck her ass up to encourage him to slip his fingers in her aching pussy. She'd been turned on in the car ride here and now she was really enjoying the feeling of being pressed against his thighs. This was a position she could definitely get used to, but only if it did not involve spanking. Coupled with the feel of his strong, heavy hands wandering all over her lower regions, she would have to be a saint to not get aroused.

"Answer me!" Dean snapped at Natasha when no answer was forthcoming, and he slapped her hard in the middle of her ass, across both cheeks.

Natasha yelled out at the unexpected impact. It hurt more now she did not have the protection of her skirt and was only wearing thin cotton panties.

"You still haven't answered me," he said, but didn't give her chance to because he resumed the hard spanking over her panties.

"I was trying to make you touch me!" Natasha whined when she caught her breath again.

"Oh, so you were trying to distract me from punishing you, you naughty girl?" Dean stopped the smacking to ask her, then plunged two fingers hard inside her drawing out a gasp from her.

"Yes! Yes, Mr. Ambrose!" She squirmed around his fingers as he slowly twisted them inside of her. "I'm a very naughty girl!"

"Fuck, you are so damn tight," he said under his breath. He cleared his throat and refocused on the punishment at hand. "Yeah, that's right! You are a naughty girl. Do you like that? Does it feel good to have my fingers deep inside your pussy?"

"Yesss…" Natasha moaned out. "I want you to fuck me so bad…"

Dean suddenly pulled his fingers out and spanked her four times, twice on each cheek, very firmly. She cried out and started to reach back to grab her bottom, but decided that it wouldn't be a smart move and put her hand back. She could feel a lump in her throat and knew that the tears were on their way.

"Why? Why did you do that to me?"

"This is a punishment, bitch. You're not supposed to fucking enjoy it. My fingers working their magic on you should be a reward. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

She sniffed once and replied. "No, Mr. Ambrose. I've done nothing to deserve anything but my spanking."

"That's my good girl." He went back to rubbing his hands over her sensitive flesh.

It was such a relief to have him touch her and speak gently to her.

"I like it when you call me a good girl," Natasha said thickly. "Thank you."

"I'll call you a good girl more often if you take the rest of your spanking well. Can you do that?' He asked and stopped rubbing to pat her ass.

Natasha tensed in an anticipation of another slap.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," she said, keeping her eyes tightly closed to guard against tears. It all seemed a bit unfair to her really. She wasn't sure she deserved the spanking as much as Dean seemed to think she did.

"Stop clenching your ass cheeks. It doesn't feel so nice for me when your ass is as hard as a rock," he berated her.

Natasha relaxed her cheeks, but she couldn't help twitching while she was waiting for his hand to come down.

"That's better."

Then his hand slapped her sharply and though Natasha vowed she would take the rest of her spanking well, it was hard to when her ass was starting to feel so damn sore.

"I don't think I can take anymore," she whimpered.

"Shut up. We are no way near done," he answered her without stopping the spanking.

"I'm not taking anymore!" She answered back and wriggled off his lap in protest.

Dean looked down on her kneeling on the floor and furiously rubbing her ass in distaste. Natasha couldn't stand seeing that look on his face.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled and wiped away a tear she'd just felt trickle down her cheek. If there was one thing she hated more than Dean being mean to her, it was him being disappointed in her. However, it didn't look like he considered that a good enough apology.

"I think it's time your panties came down, don't you?"

Her eyes widened at his suggestion. She had a feeling that he'd eventually slip her panties off of her, but she had hoped that would be because he was about to bury his dick inside her pussy. The fact that he wanted her ass to be completely bare right now, while he was upset at her, made her very concerned. Her ass was already throbbing and hot and she didn't know how much more she'd be able to take without completely losing it.

She slowly stood up, keeping her head low and her eyes on the floor. "W…would you like me to take them off or would you like to? Mr. Ambrose, sir."

When he didn't respond immediately, she raised her head and met his eyes. He had a cocky smile on his face, but his eyes still had some anger in them.

"I'm happy that you asked on your own. I would like you to take them off. Turn around, hike up your skirt, and bend over while you pull them to your ankles. I want to see just how red and swollen that cute little ass of yours is."

Natasha did as she was told. She felt a little nervous while she was facing away from him. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and tucked the excess fabric into the waistline. She hooked her thumbs under the top of her panties and slowly scooted them off her hips, down her thighs, and bent over to follow them to the floor. She paused for a moment when she was touching her toes so that Dean could admire his handiwork.

"Fuuuck," she heard Dean growl from behind her. "You look fucking fantastic."

Natasha stayed in position, trying her best to please him now. Then she heard him shuffling behind her and the camera shutter on his phone go off.

"Hey!" She straightened up and turned around to admonish him for the second time. "You can't do that!"

"Don't worry, that one was just for me," he assured her with a grin. Then he grasped her wrist and jerked her to him. He stopped smiling and his face looked much darker. "But don't you ever talk to me like that again. Do you understand?" He said, shaking her wrist as he told her off.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," she whispered.

"I mean it. Or this is going to become a weekly thing. Do you want that?"

"No!" She started to cry in earnest now.

"Then get back over my lap," he ordered.

Natasha went to bend over, but he stopped her.

"Wait, you look really pretty when you cry. It's really fucking turning me on. I want your ass bright red when I'm done with you. Now you can get back over," he said.

She rubbed some of the tears out of her eyes and lied back down over his lap. The feeling of his thighs pressing into her abdomen was already sort of comforting. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, knowing that once she got through this last part, it would be over and maybe she'd have gained some of his respect.

He lightly traced a finger up the back of her thigh and up over her delicate bottom. She winced when he switched from the pad of his finger to his nail. It was still a very light touch, but a simply scratch hurt a lot more now that her ass was raw from all the slaps.

He lifted his hand and she took in a deep breath, exhaling as his hand came crashing down onto her left cheek. He continued to smack her pert ass over and over. The loud clap of his hand on her skin echoed around the hotel room. She was certain that whoever had rooms adjacent to this one was bound to hear it and know exactly what was going on.

The pain and humiliation of what she was going through got to be too much for her again and her tears began to flow. She inhaled sharply as she began to sob, quietly at first, but growing in volume as he didn't go easy on her. She turned her head to look up at him as the tears rolled down her face and he grinned at her, clearly enjoying her torment.

"Aww, Natasha!" Dean's tone sounded quite amused to her and he was still smiling, though he did stop spanking her to wipe a knuckle under her eye.

"Is it over now?" she asked him.

"Soon."

"Please Dean!" she immediately wailed.

"You know you deserve this," he said firmly, whilst rubbing her bottom. "Just a little bit more and then it will be over. Are you ready?" he asked and raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," she mumbled. Summoning all of her willpower, she braced herself for the rest of the spanking and pulled a pillow to herself to bury her tear-streaked face into.

"Good girl."

As soon as Dean started spanking her hard again, Natasha kicked her feet up and down on the bed, but she kept her ass still over his lap, completely submitting to the spanking. She tried to stifle her cries and moans in the pillow that she had her hands bunched up in. She was soon rewarded for taking the remainder of her spanking well when he announced that the punishment was over.

"Now it's over," he said and rubbed her burning backside.

"Thank you," Natasha said quietly. She suddenly felt quite exhausted. Receiving a hard spanking seemed to have taken something out of her. She was calm, even though her ass was hot and throbbing.

She slowly picked herself up off of his lap and stood up. Her legs wobbled a bit as she put weight on them. He put his hands on her hips to help her stabilize herself. She sniffled and wiped her nose, then bent down to grab her panties. When she stood back up, she realized that she had started to shake. Her nerves were just so shot from her punishment.

She slipped into her panties and turned around to see Dean smiling and laughing quietly. Her face contorted as she felt her eyes begin to tear up again. It felt like he was mocking her.

"Oh, come on now, don't start crying again. Come here."

He stood up and spread his arms open, waving her toward him. She stepped closer to him and he held her in a tight embrace. It felt good, comforting. He rubbed a hand up and down her back and kissed the top of her head. It felt like he actually cared and didn't just see her as his current play thing.

"Take off your shirt and go lie down on the bed." Natasha gave him a look like he was crazy. "Just…trust me, okay?"

She nodded and pulled her blouse over her head as she crawled onto the soft hotel bedspread. She lied down on her back, but immediately learned that it was a foolish move since the pressure on her ass hurt like a bitch. She turned onto her side to alleviate some of the soreness. She watched as Dean pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. He lied down next to her and held her in his arms. Being able to feel his warm skin against her own helped her relax.

"I'm very proud of you, princess. For your first spanking ever, you did so well."

"Really? I thought you'd think I was a wimp," she replied.

"You are a wimp, but for a wimp, you took it pretty well."

A smile tugged at Natasha's lips, then she giggled.

"That's better," he said and tightened his squeeze around her middle.

They lied that way for a while without speaking. Dean took care in keeping distance between his crotch and her well-spanked bottom and rested his head next to hers, pressing his cheek against her temple. Natasha stroked Dean's arms which were wrapped around her body and she took so much comfort in him that she soon forgot how sore her ass felt until she pushed back against his crotch.

"Ow! You're hurting my butt!"

He didn't answer her. but she heard him pull down his zipper.

"What are you doing? – Oh!"

She felt Dean rub the smooth head of his cock over her pantie covered crack.

"You can't tell me that doesn't feel good," he said.

"If I did, I'd be lying and you'd spank me again."

He laughed and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "See? You're already learning! A little discipline goes a long way."

She instinctively arched her back, pushing her hips back onto his cock. She grimaced and whined a little when her raw ass touched him, but her desire to fuck him made her deal with the pain.

"Do I take that as you telling me that you want this?"

"Yes please. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Ambrose. I want it so bad."

"Fuck, I never get tired of hearing chicks say that." He pulled back from her and rolled her onto her stomach. "Push up onto your knees. I want to fuck you from behind. I'll try to be careful with your ass, okay?"

She nodded and raised herself up so that her knees were under her, her head was laying on the pillow, and her reddened cheeks were on display. She didn't have a very large ass, so when she was bent over like that, he could see her tiny pink asshole peeking out. He stared at it for a moment and then decided to act. He leaned forward, careful not to grab onto her ass, and ran his tongue slowly through the wet lips of her pussy and up over her asshole. She shrieked when she felt his tongue touch such a private spot.

He sat back up and smiled. "I'll let you off the hook for now, but I will lick your ass one of these days."

"You'd like to lick my ass?" Natasha asked incredulously.

"Yeah, what's wrong with it?"

"It's dirty!"

He laughed low in his throat. "Well I'm a really dirty man. I'm filthy."

Then she felt his fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. Natasha spread her legs further for him and thrust her ass out even more.

"Look at you. Teasing me with your tight little asshole," he said as he then ran his fingers over her slick centre and twitching asshole.

"Don't be nervous," he said as she flinched and squealed again, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to feel your beautiful asshole."

Natasha never thought anybody would describe that part of her body as beautiful and though she didn't feel completely comfortable with being touched in that strange place, it made her happy that he enjoyed every part of her body so much. She relaxed again when she felt him place his hands around her hips and his cock finally probing the entrance to her pussy.

"Ah, wait a sec. I gotta grab a dick sheath from my jeans."

Natasha tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't hold back and started giggling.

"Oh, you like that one, huh?" he laughed as he slipped the condom over his hard cock.

He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. It took all his self-restraint...and let's face it, there wasn't much...to not give her a firm slap on the ass while it was sticking up like that. She had just undergone her first spanking and was still rather fragile, so hurting her right now would not help, even if it was just meant to be playful.

He put the head of his cock against her tiny opening and grabbed her hips lightly, trying to not touch any areas that were red. He pushed in about an inch, just to tease her. Then after a moment, he moved in another inch. She turned her head to the side and made a pathetic whining sound. He smirked and pulled out a little bit. She was way too easy to frustrate.

Natasha was being driven mad by this jerk. None of her ex-boyfriends had ever taken this long to fully penetrate her. What was he trying to do? She made an annoyed noise and thrust back hard onto his cock. In doing so, her cheeks slapped against his pelvis and she cried out when it stung.

"You must really want my dick, you slut." He grinned as he looked down and saw that he was balls deep inside of her pussy.

Dean pulled her back and forth on his cock slowly, enjoying watching her pussy swallow his length. With every measured thrust of Dean's cock, Natasha felt her ass softly bounce against his taut stomach. The contact against her swollen red flesh made her hiss, but his slow, deep thrusts were agonizingly sweet.

"Fuck me harder, please Mr. Ambrose," she begged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please."

He obliged, pulling her onto his cock harder and faster than he had before. Natasha cried out as his flesh smacked against hers. The sounds she was making were quite extraordinary to Dean's ears. She moaned and whimpered as if she could not stand the pain she felt every time her ass made contact with his body, yet she eagerly pushed back against him, clearly wanting to feel every inch of his cock.

"Your ass feels amazing ... every ... time ... I push my ... cock in you!" Dean grunted in between thrusts as he fucked her at a more furious pace now. "So warm ... I want to spank you again so bad."

She wanted to respond, but she didn't feel capable of forming words at the moment. She buried her face into the pillow and let out a throaty scream. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation of being spanked. Everything she was feeling at that moment came pouring out of her through that scream. It was the first time in a long time that she felt like she was able to completely let herself go.

He ran his nails lightly along her back, then gently rubbed his hand along the scratch marks. He pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back. She winced when her ass hit the bed, so Dean grabbed a pillow and propped it up under her lower back to alleviate the pressure.

"I can't have that cute ass of yours getting too damaged. I have to treat it well and let it heal so I can break it again." He winked at her and she gulped.

He teased her clit and rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds. She whimpered and reached her hands down to grab his cock. She lined it up and tried to guide it inside of her eager hole, but he held back and wouldn't allow it. Not just yet.

"Tell me what you want," he purred.

"I want you to put it in me."

Natasha looked longingly into Dean's bright eyes and she saw a smirk form on his mouth.

"You can do better than that," he said.

Natasha moaned in frustration when he continued to rub the tip of his cock against her swollen entrance.

"Please fuck me," she pleaded with him.

For a moment she wondered if he would give her what she wanted but he shook his head.

"Please fuck me with your big hard cock, Mr. Ambrose," she said, blushing with embarrassing as well as lust.

Then he surprised her by entering her in one sharp push.

"Thank you, Mr. Ambrose!" she cried out, flinging her head to the side.

She held on to his back tightly, digging her nails into his flesh and clawing at his skin as he fucked her hard, fast, and deep. Then he slipped an arm beneath her and lifted her, pressing her chest against his. She felt the hot, clammy feel of his skin against her mouth and Natasha stuck out her tongue to taste him, drawing her tongue over his collar bone and salivating over the tangy taste of him. She liked how he overwhelmed all her senses; she could taste him, smell him and feel him not only under her hands, but inside her body.

He added to the assault on her senses when he began to speak to her in low tones above her ear.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," he whispered in between grunts. "And you're so wet that it's almost too much."

She moaned into his chest and when she briefly pulled away, she said "you get me like this". He stopped thrusting for a moment and lifted her chin up with his hand so they could look each other in the eye.

"Oh? Are you getting sassy with me? I guess I haven't been fucking you hard enough if you have the energy to be talking back in the first place."

He let her head fall back down against his chest and he resumed his thrusts, although they were harder and faster this time. His skilled movements, coupled with her other four senses, brought her quickly to the brink of orgasm.

"Yes, yes, please Mr. Ambrose, right there! Make me cum!"

"Oh yeah, cum around my dick," he rasped into her ear right before she threw her head back when her orgasm unleashed.

He roughly lifted her head and pressed his forehead against hers. "I want to see you cum."

Natasha opened her eyes as much as she was able to and felt them roll when she met his intensely staring into hers. Then his own eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuuuckk!"

The sharp snap of his hips told Natasha that he was emptying his balls into her.

"Can you feel that?" He asked wearily, "did you feel me cum inside you at the same time as you came? How fucking corny!" he laughed.

Natasha panted out her giggles beneath him. Then when he had recovered himself enough, he pressed his hot mouth to her forehead and rolled off her. Feeling a rush of post-sex affection Natasha turned to her side and stretched out her arm across his chest. Dean snapped his eyes open again and glanced to her at his side. Much to Natasha's glee, he took up her hand and kissed it.

"Have a shower. I'll have one after you, then we can go get something to eat. What do you say?" he asked as he idly rubbed her fingers.

Natasha nodded.

"You mean 'Yes, Mr. Ambrose'," he smirked.

Remembering her place again Natasha repeated his words back to him in a whisper.

"Good girl. You can go now," he said.

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