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“You look exquisite like this, Princesa,” Vincent said, his delectable voice made me relax—only a little. I was still pissed. “What do you say?”
“What took you so fucking long?” I snapped, looking up at him.
Vincent's nostrils flared as a dark smile grew, like he knew I wouldn’t be able to stay in character.
Fuck, I just fell into his trap.
I shivered when he leaned down.
“Wrong answer, Princesa,” he growled, grabbing my chin. “That was only ten minutes. Next time I’m going to leave you here all day and see how you like it. Now stay still while I get your punishment ready.”
He let my chin go as we stared at each other. I shivered again in fear and apprehension. Deciding that maybe I had dug myself into a hole, I downcasted my eyes. Vincent walked further into the room. The sound of something being moved teased me to look up but I stayed still. A part of me liked not knowing what was happening, allowing me to imagine all the dirty things he was going to do to me.
“Noemi,” Vincent barked, interrupting my thoughts. “Get up.”
He held out his hand and I took it, getting up on shaky legs.
“I expect a ‘yes sir' every time I instruct you to do something,” he said, his voice dark and commanding.
“Yes sir,” I said immediately.
He walked me to the foot of his bed where there was a bench that looked like a big stepping stool with only two steps. It wasn’t just a normal bench, it had restraints on it and looked about as comfortable as the floor. I pursed my lips even though a part of me was excited.
“Ten spankings with a paddle,” he said, turning me towards him. “You will count every single one of them and you will thank me for them.”
Vincent had taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, but still had on his shoes. He undid my bra, releasing my heavy breasts that made me want to moan. That was almost as good as sex. He hooked his finger on the top of my cheeky underwear staring at my breast, but he just pulled the band back letting it snap against me.
“Kneel on the bench,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I said, walking around the bench, setting my knees on the slat going across it.
Vincent pushed me forward so I was leaning over a padded section that was wide enough for some of my stomach and my boobs to lay on.
“I will restrain your feet to the bench, but I will leave your arms loose. Don’t give me a reason to restrain your arms, Princesa,” he said, looping a cuff around my ankle.
When he finished the first one, he went to my other ankle. I tested the strength but quickly realized the leather wasn’t pliable and it was stiff, digging into my skin.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
“Color?” he asked, running his hand up my thigh and over my ass, grabbing a handful.
“Green,” I said, relishing the touch I had been craving since I entered the restaurant.
His hand left my body, and I wasn’t prepared for the first smack on my thigh.
“Ahh!” I shouted from the sting. “One. Thank you, sir.”
I felt the paddle run up my ass before he hit me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the sting was sharper. “Two. Thank you, sir.”
“Color?”
“Green,” I said, tensing when he ran the paddle on the other side of my ass.
“Good girl,” he hummed, and it relaxed me.
He hit the top of my ass with a lighter slap.
