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After all, I wanted to give her time to digest before I put her over my knee.
"Now we have to talk," I said ominously. She gave me a startled look.
"Didn't we just . . . talk?" she asked nervously.
I shook my head slowly.
"No. Now we need to talk about what you said at breakfast."
She did that cute little eyelash flutter she did when she was nervous or taken off guard. The girl was so new to this, almost everything I did took her off guard. It was cute, but it reinforced how young she was. It was a stark reminder that I was the experienced one. I needed to take care of her.
And if that meant turning those sweet cheeks of hers pink from time to time, I was definitely up for the job.
“Lie over my lap,” I said patiently, moving into the living room armchair. Melissa shifted from one leg to the other. She looked like a cute little bunny staring at the big bad wolf.
Which was pretty fucking accurate when I stopped to think about it.
“Now, Melissa.”
She did as I asked. I took my time pulling her jeans and panties down, then looking her over. She had smooth, round, glorious ass cheeks that were about to start bouncing.
I let my hands wander over her luscious behind. She squirmed a little bit. I bit back a smile. This was serious business.
"Describe yourself to me," I said in a deceptively calm voice.
"I am . . . nice?" she said questioningly. I chuckled.
"Yes, you are. I meant describe yourself physically."
"I am . . . sturdy."
I smacked her ass.
"Wrong answer. Try again."
"I am . . . I have nice eyes?"
"Understatement. Your eyes are beautiful. But keep going."
"I have good curves? That's what Becky said."
"Now we're getting somewhere," I said, rubbing her soft skin. "What about your legs?"
"My legs are . . . kind of short and stumpy," she mumbled. I immediately brought my hand down on her ass. Twice.
"Try again," I commanded gruffly.
"My legs are . . . strong."
I sighed, rubbing her sweet tushy.
“Better, but not good enough. Let's try this. You repeat after me."
"Okay," came the muted reply.
“I am a beautiful young woman.”
She mumbled the words. I smacked her ass. It jiggled satisfyingly.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“I am a beautiful young woman.”
Smack. Jiggle. Repeat.
“Again. Louder.”
“I am a beautiful young woman.”
I smacked her ass again, but not quite as hard.
“Better. Again. Louder.”
“I am a beautiful young woman!”
Finally, Melissa said it loud enough. But there was something else. Her voice had nearly cracked. It took me a moment to recognize the wetness against my jeans. Melissa was crying.
“Honey? Did I hurt you?” I pulled her up and around so that she was sitting in my lap. Relief flooded my body when she shook her head. But she wouldn’t look at me. “Then what?”
“It made me feel weird, that’s all.”
“Weird how?” I asked tenderly, brushing her hair away from her damp cheeks.
“Like I was lying. It doesn’t feel real.”
“We’ll work on it together then. Okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded, looking adorably miserable.
“These things take time. You believed those things about yourself for a long time, right?”
“That I was—” She stopped herself short of actually saying ‘chubby’ at the look on my face. I cocked an eyebrow and waited. “Yes.”
“How long?”
“Since . . . I guess since I started to get, you know.”
“Womanly curves?” I asked with a small smile. She nodded, and I pulled her against my chest.
“And then what?”
“I guess I developed a little bit, um, quicker than the other girls.”
“And you got attention for that?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t like it.”
“I understand, sweetheart. I’m sorry. You really don’t understand how beautiful you are.” I tipped her head back so she was looking at me. “But I’m going to show you.”
I stared down at her beautiful face and ran my thumb over her lower lip.
“Right . . . now.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Melissa
“Oh,” I sighed in pleasure as Nick’s lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was urgent, insistent, demanding. But it was different from kissing him in the past. This time, I knew where it would end.
It would end with us naked and writhing. I shivered at the thought of making love with him again. I hadn’t had time to be shy last night. I just didn’t know where we would end up doing it.
My family’s house was limited in places to actually spread out.
“Are you sore?” he asked breathlessly as he ripped his lips away from mine. I knew why he was asking. I couldn’t help but be touched by how considerate he was.
“No. I’m . . . I’m fine.”
“Good.”
I felt myself lifted up into the air. I stared at Nick’s serious face as he carried me through the house and up the stairs. We ended up in my bedroom.
On my twin bed.
“Nick? How are we going to fit?”
