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I took off the elastic I always wore around my wrist and tied it around my hair.
“I’m going to give you five minutes. Be ready when I return.”
He left the room, closing the door behind him, and I quickly began to change. My hands were so shaky I could barely fasten the buckles on the sides of the skirt. Brushing my hands on the back of it confirmed my suspicions: it was much shorter than my last skirt. So short, in fact, that it showed a little butt cheek.
I had to admit, it was pretty sexy.
I put on the blouse and then the tie, excitement and anticipation building. How long had Ian planned this? Had he followed through on his promise to buy a paddle along with these items? Well if he was hoping to pay me back for the spanking party night, he had another thing coming. I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
Two could play this game.
When he returned, I was sitting on the end of the bed, my bare legs swinging nonchalantly.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did and curtsied, too.
His eyes raked over me in appreciation. “I like dressing you.”
Then he motioned with his finger for me to turn, and I twirled for him. “Thanks for the outfit. I love it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do you now.”
“Mm hmm.” I smiled sweetly.
Ian went to his closet and pulled out the paddle. My core instantly heated and clenched. It was very similar in shape to the one we’d used at the party, only shinier. Brand new. He flipped it around in his hands as he approached me again, a smug smile playing on his lips.
“If I remember correctly, last time we did this you enjoyed getting paddled very much. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”
I knew what he was doing—that he was trying to embarrass me—but I still blushed.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I said softly.
He stopped in front of me, wrapped his hand around my tie a few times until it was taut. “I then rewarded you by fucking you with the paddle, and you repaid me by being rude and taking off. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
I looked away, my jaw clenched stubbornly. He’s not angry my ass! I suddenly had the feeling we were playing out his revenge fantasy.
“Answer me, little one.” His voice was low and threatening. “And look me in the eye.”
I forced myself to look at him and saw his answering smile. “No,” I whispered.
He gave the tie a slight tug and I sunk to my knees. He began pacing in front of me, still flipping the paddle. I shifted back and forth on my knees, feeling the familiar heat growing and hoping to slow it. Letting Ian see I was turned on again was not a part of the plan.
“Do you remember when I said that if you were my girlfriend I’d be keeping count?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
“Well I have kept count. One for every day you avoided me. Five for not telling me you are a virgin, though I think I’m being lenient there. Another for not telling me about that poem you wrote. How many are we at, sweetheart?”
“Ten.”
“That isn’t a good enough number. Two more for taunting me about not being able to fuck you.”
“Twelve?” I squeaked.
He frowned and considered this. “You’re right—make that fifteen. Turns out I am still pissed.”
