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“You know exactly which rules. I’ve been too lenient with you. It’s time that ends. I’m going to give you at least three spankings a week.”
“Three? That’s ridiculous!”
“Would you like it to be four?”
“You’re a very bad man. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
He laughed and rubbed his hand down my arm. “My lovely wife all the time. Off with your dress and panties.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I never said I was a fair man.”
“Okay. True.” I giggled seeing the stern look on his face. Somehow, I knew I wasn’t getting out of this. When he reached for my dress, I pushed his hands away. “I can do it.”
“Good girl. Then do it for me while I find the perfect implement.”
“You mean you aren’t using your hand?”
He wagged his finger, winking at me. “Not tonight. You need to remember this round of discipline for a long time. Perhaps that will keep you in line.”
As he pressed the tip of his index finger against my nose, a trickling shiver skittered down my spine, but it had nothing to do with the anticipation of a hard spanking. The man just did that to me, pushing me into a puddle of desire and heat with the intensity of his looks, the tiny lines of wisdom crinkling around his eyes when he smiled. The hard line of his jaw and the exquisite muscular physique that stole my breath at least once a day.
Exhaling, I watched him head to the kitchen drawers, biting my lower lip before yanking the hem of my dress.
“When you’re finished undressing, lie across the table for me, little lamb.”
He had no idea what his pet name for me did every time he uttered the words. My breath was still shallow as I folded my dress, placing it over the back of one of the chairs. I slowly gazed over my shoulder, cringing just a little bit inside from seeing him twirling an evil-looking wooden spoon. The man was creative in his punishments, the implements selected not ordinary by any means.
Closing my eyes, I slipped my fingers underneath the elastic of my thong, for some crazy reason still attempting to be sexy when I lowered the fragile lace past my hips. Who could be sexy just before a spanking? I rolled my eyes, gently placing them on the table before doing as he asked. How many times had I been spanked draped across the kitchen table? I couldn’t count them. There wasn’t a room in the house that he hadn’t taken advantage of.
I positioned my hands over my head, gripping the edge of the wooden surface so he wouldn’t need to command me to do so. As I waited, I thought about how lucky I was to have such anincredible partner in life and in love. Just doing so made me hot and wet, my pussy throbbing. I couldn’t believe I always became aroused when he spanked me. Who else in their right mind would experience something like that? Only this girl.
Maddox took his sweet time, which was just his way of kicking the anticipation into high gear. He wanted me trembling, ready to confess all my sins.
Which I usually did.
Why did he have such a tremendous effect on me?
When I finally heard his footsteps, the man whistling as he approached, I gritted my teeth. I had a feeling the spanking would be harsh.
Within seconds, I realized I was right. He wasted no time in bringing the thick wood down on my bottom, moving from one side to the other in a perfect rhythm. I wiggled and humped the table in my effort to remain in position. He’d started over a number of times because I’d refused to do so. Not today. Today, I would be a good girl.
After that, maybe I’d be able to suck his thick cock. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip as the delicious and sinful thought lingered in my mind.
The cracks he issued were numerous, one coming right after the other. Finally, I couldn’t keep from moaning, my breath stolen as the discomfort turned into raw yet blissful pain.
“See. You can be a good girl when you want to be.” The powerful man was teasing me, as he always enjoyed doing, driving me to the point of coming close to an enrapturedclimax. I used to hate him for it, but now… This was a slice of ecstasy that couldn’t be explained.
He issued a low and husky growl as he caressed my skin, gently rolling the rough pads of his fingers in circles from one side to the other. When he rolled a single finger down the crack of my ass, taking his time to open my legs, a waft of my desire floated all the way up to my nose.
“You’re very wet, my perfect little lamb,” he mused, daring to taunt me by pushing the tip just past my slickened folds.
I moaned and wiggled once again, opening my legs even wider. There was nothing like being completely exposed and vulnerable for him.
“Not yet, baby girl. Perhaps after your spanking.” He resumed the round of punishment, obviously enjoying his work given he was whistling the entire time. I used to long to rip out his eyeballs when he acted this way, so very much in control and loving it. Now? I took it in stride, knowing that in truth, I was the one in control. The man couldn’t resist my feminine wiles.
As the strikes became even more painful, I bit back a series of whimpers, but the longing remained, the wetness escalating. At this rate, I’d beg him to fuck me.
