Page 73 of A Very Bad Girl


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“I know this probably doesn’t mean anything,” she began hastily, “but I know I took things way too far. I get a bit carried away sometimes, but following you to the lodge—I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m really sorry.”

“You sound like you actually mean that,” he remarked, looming over her.

“I do, I really do,” she said earnestly. “If I could go back I’d change everything, and I’m not just saying all that to get out of—uh—being punished. I deserve whatever I have coming.”

“You certainly do, but I’m glad you’re finally thinking clearly. Stand up and step away from the chair, then spread your legs and lock your fingers behind your neck.”

Nervously rising to her feet and feeling oddly self-conscious, Steph walked a few feet past him and took up the position. He slowly walked around her like an animal circling its prey, moving his eyes up and down her body.

A searing flush crossed her face.

“You really are quite lovely,” he murmured, then abruptly added, “but you’re also a very bad girl. How many times have I said that since we met?”

“A lot, Sir.”

“The answer is too many. Keep your hands where they are,” he retorted, delivering a string of fiery slaps to the center of her backside.

“Ow, ow, I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Way too many,” he declared, continuing to blast his flattened palm from cheek to cheek. “You didn’t just risk your own safety, you put your friend Max in danger too.”

“I know, Sir, and I shouldn’t have,” she wailed, suffering under his hard, stinging hand. “I’ll never do anything like it again.”

Unexpectedly grabbing her wrists, he pulled them down to the small of her back, produced a pair of steel handcuffs from his pocket, and swiftly cuffed her.

“You’re under arrest for lying. Get on your knees,” he ordered, helping her to balance as she lowered herself to the floor. “Face down, ass up, legs apart. How do you plead?”

“Guilty, Sir.”

“You’re also charged with trespassing and spying. How do you plead?”

“Guilty, Sir.”

“Ask for your punishment.”

“Please, Sir, will you punish me for what I’ve done?” she whimpered, humiliation sweeping through her as she felt the lewd exposure.

“I certainly will,” he replied sternly, removing his belt and folding it in two. “You’re sentenced to a sound strapping, beginning now.”

The first stinging blow landed, scalding her skin and evoking a loud cry. The harsh discipline continued, and though she gyrated her hips and cried out her abject apologies, the maneuver didn’t stop the leather from landing over and over again, and neither did her pleading.

He paused.

“Sir, Sir, p-please,” she begged, gasping between her words. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never lie to you again, not ever, and I’ll do as I’m told.”

Another blow struck the back of her legs, eliciting a woeful howl.

“When you reached the gravel road leading into the forest, didn’t you think, even once, you were walking into the lion’s den?”

“Looking back I should have, but I didn’t. I was so focused I—”

The strap whacked the center of her backside, cutting her off as it kissed her skin with a scalding, stinging heat.

“You may have been thinking about your goal, but you still knew it was wrong. Tell the truth!”

“Yes, Sir, I did,” she wailed breathlessly. “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s time to grow up, Steph,” he said sternly, running his hand over her scorched behind. “Actions have consequences. Sometimes those consequences can be very serious. Three more, three seconds apart. Think about that as my belt burns your ass.”

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