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“Stop this instant,” Natalia shrieked in surprise and stomped her foot against the thick carpet, which absorbed any sound the sole of her shoe might have made. Apparently frustrated at the lack of impact created by stomping her feet, she pounded her fists on the polished wood of the desk. “Stop, I say. How dare you!”
Zander continued to pepper her backside with firm smacks, while she protested the indignity of it all. “I dare because it is my duty to instruct you in the ways of proper society, since you seem to have forgotten the manners which had been taught to you previously.”
“Perhaps you ought to seek a refund from the Hammersmith School if you are dissatisfied with the way I have turned out. You sent me there, so you, not I, bear the responsibility for the outcome.” She slammed her hands on the desk again and pushed up as if to move from her assigned position.
Zander placed his palm between her shoulder blades and held her in place, the side of her face pressed against the hard surface of the desk.
He landed another swat. Despite his clear authority over the situation and her person, he did not control her sharp tongue. “You are nothing but a brute.”
“If you are still able to use your caustic tongue, I must not be making my point sufficiently.” Reaching down, he gathered up the layers of her skirts and piled them at the base of her spine. When she realized his intention, Tallie squawked like an angry rooster and renewed her foot stomping and fist pounding.
“Wha-what? ‘Tis scandalous! I-I have never...” She sputtered and fussed and could barely get out a complete sentence. Zander gave a yank to the ribbon holding up her pantalets and when they fell to the floor, Tallie’s body went rigid beneath his palm, which still rested between her shoulder blades.
Spying a ruler on the edge of the desk, Zander put it to good use, swatting a rapid rhythm across the creamy globes of her arse, leaving a series of red stripes on her tender flesh.
He stood, legs braced, one hand holding her in place, the other wielding the ruler.
“Ouch. This is disgraceful. I demand you stop immediately.” Tallie danced on her tiptoes as the ruler continued to slap across her backend. “Oh, oh. Zander, stop.”
“You are in no position to make demands upon me, Natalia. I believe that is the crux of your problem.”
“My problem is the heathen of a man my father named as my guardian. He must have been in the throes of a fever at the time he signed those documents,” she hissed. A grimace of pain covered her face and she smacked her palms on the desk in protest.
With a flick of his wrist, Zander caught the underside of her cheek, just above the thigh.
“Bloody hell!” She turned her head to glare at him.
“Unless you would like to have your mouth soaped, I suggest you keep your tongue still.”
With another glare, she set her jaw and turned her face away from him. That was small progress, though it was a step in the right direction. She continued to hold her body rigid and he was determined to keep swatting until she gave over to him. He landed a couple more on the delicate flesh on the underside of her arse and he heard her sniffle.
Tallie had stopped her protests and the only sounds in the room of ancient books and family heirlooms was the smack of the ruler on her bare bottom combined with Tallie’s gasping breaths. The stubborn girl needed to learn this lesson, as well as several others, and he would not stop until he had completed the task.
The entire surface of her backend glowed crimson and finally he felt her body relax beneath his palm. Her hands, which had been pounding on the desk in protest, were now folded beneath her head and she quietly sobbed into her sleeves.
Her ragged breathing rasped beneath his hand. He paused his discipline to assess her current state.
He allowed himself a moment to gaze upon her punished bottom, the pink lips of her cunny peeking between her slender thighs. Despite the many times his imagination had envisioned his naughty ward in just such a position, his stiff cock at the ready to bust her cherry and send her into ecstasy, the reality proved even more tantalizing.
As he gaped at the erotic visage, his cock went from stirring in his pants to straining for escape. Only a layer of fabric and his own will power separated him from a deplorable act that would defile the trust his oldest and dearest friend had placed in him.
However, he would not—could not—allow her to dissuade him from his duties as her guardian. He had been too lenient with her, as evidenced by her rampant petulance.
Taking a firm hold of her shoulder, he moved her from over the desk and escorted her to the corner where he pushed her nose to the wall. Then he gathered up her skirts and shoved them into her palms. “Keep your hands high. I want to be able to see your naughty bottom.”
Rather than one of her biting protests, she simply nodded and sniffled. He gave her bottom a smack with his hand. “A proper young lady would reply ‘yes, sir.’ That is what I expect of you.”
“Y-yes, si-sir,” she said and he was surprised by the tone of contrition in her voice and demeanor. Would that he had taken the ruler to her months ago.
“You shall stand here and think about your bad behavior and what is the right and proper course for you to take. The one which is expected of you and for which your father had planned. The arrangement with Lord Banyon’s family was made before your father’s death. It was his desire for you to marry Lord Banyon and so it is mine as well, since I am here in his stead.”
“You can never replace him,” she said with a sniffle, though she dutifully stared into the corner.
“I would never dare try. He was the best of men and he chose Lord Banyon for you. And now we must both follow his wishes.”
He walked to the desk and sat down. He ought to have opened a book or done something to distract himself, but instead he took the opportunity to gaze upon her lush bottom.
Lord Banyon, or any other man, did not deserve her. Of course, Zander did not believe he deserved her either, but that did not diminish the heated yearning he felt for the raven-haired beauty with the quick wit and sharp tongue.
