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“What’s this about?” she asked nervously, staring at him over her shoulder as he deftly unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her legs.
“I told you specifically not to speak when Roland came into the living room, but what did you do, Bianca?” he continued, jerking down her panties to completely bare her backside.
“I thought—”
A sharp, stinging swat from the solid spoon cut her off.
“I didn’t ask what you thought,” he said tersely as she yelped. “I asked what you did.”
“I guess I spoke,” she replied breathlessly, shocked by the unexpected turn of events and the spoon’s hot sting.
“You guess?” he barked, delivering two more smacks on each cheek, causing her to throw her hands behind her.
“I just thought speaking in that southern accent would—”
“Hey, it was clever,” he said, interrupting her, “and while I’m good at keeping a poker face, I don’t like surprises, especially in circumstances like that,” he finished, landing several swats in quick succession to underscore his point. “I’m sure you’ll have more great ideas, but if you don’t have a chance to talk to me about them first, you have to hold back. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” she bleated hastily.
“I’m going to make sure of it,” he said sternly. “Lock your fingers together and keep them in front of you.”
Letting out a heavy breath, she followed his order, but looked back at him with a woeful expression.
“That look won’t help your cause. I made it very clear you were to follow my instructions, but you chose to ignore them. This is a dangerous situation, Bianca. There can only be one person calling the shots. Who is that?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Answer the question,” he commanded, landing two more on her sit spot, eliciting a loud squeal.
“You, Nick,” she exclaimed.
“Sir,” he commanded, swatting her again.
“You, Sir,” she shouted. “Please, it really hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt, and I’m not finished with you yet. Are you paying attention?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re too sure of yourself, too confident, too willing to take risks. I’m giving you a dozen more. Remember this next time you think you know better. Don’t yell, and keep your hands where they are.”
She couldn’t believe what was happening, but her thoughts quickly disappeared as he delivered the strict discipline. Slowly applying the stinging spoon from cheek to cheek, he swatted from the center of her backside, down to her sit spot, then back up again. Though she managed to suppress her cries, she couldn’t stop stamping her feet and gyrating her hips. When he finally declared he was done, she abruptly straightened up, spun around to face him, and grabbed her scorched behind.
“Why did you have to hit me so hard?”
Though she’d whimpered the question, she’d stared at him angrily.
“Lose the attitude, or do you want twelve more?”
Knowing he’d carry through with his threat, she lowered her eyes and let out a sigh.
“That’s better,” he said, softening his voice. “Do as you’re told and we won’t have a problem. Is that so hard?”
“No, Sir,” she mumbled, “and I’ll do better, I swear.”
“Bianca, Roland wouldn’t harm you,” he remarked, dropping the spoon on the counter and bringing her into his arms, “but he wouldn’t think twice about having his boys beat me into a pulp, or even put a bullet between my eyes.”
“Shit, you’re right,” she muttered, her brow crinkling as she thought about some of the stories she’d heard.
