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Why was he saying it? Was it a joke? Was it another test?
Mabel’s eyes shone and she bit her lip so hard she winced. “Oh yeah?” she whispered. “I double-dare you.”
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Mabel had no idea why she was letting this happen. Not just letting it happen — she wasmakingit happen. She was leading him to one of the empty trailers, the one with all the actors’ wigs in it, and she was double freaking daring him to whoop her ass in there.
This is fine, she told herself as she entered the dark trailer and switched on the lights around the mirror.I’m in charge. It was my dare, after all.
But her racing heart told her otherwise. What wassoexciting about this to Mabel was that she was playing the part of a sub. And a sexually experienced one, at that. Would a virgin like Mabel really double-dare a Dom to spank her like this?
That’s all it was, right? Playing?
She’d spent the entire afternoon acting out the part of a cowgirl having a duel with her ex-lover. Now, she was acting out the part of a submissive Little mouse, about to be spanked by her brutish co-worker.
“Bend over that dresser,” Rip said gruffly, pointing to a small wooden dressing table.
If someone had told Mabel even an hour ago that this was what she’d be doing today, she’d have scoffed. But here she was, bending over for him. She gripped the edge of the dressing table, peering into the light-studded mirror. She could see Rip standing behind her, the wooden gun still in the palm of his hand.
She looked up at him defiantly, as though she was daring him to take things further. She knew that hewould, too. He was into this. He was born for this role. He oozed dominance from every pore.
“Panties down,” Rip commanded her.
Her heart almost stopped beating. Could she actually do this?
In a way, she had to. It was a double-dare, after all. If she stopped now, she’d look weak.
No.
That wasn’t it. She was strong enough to say no if she didn’t consent to something. She was Mabel Waters. A strong woman with a mind of her own.
The reason that she was pulling her panties down was because her heart wanted to do it. She had never got it until now. The pleasure of being told what to do by someone. Especially someone as tall and wide and deep as Rip Steele. The biggest man she’d ever known. The grumpiest, gruffest, most annoying man, yes. But there was something else about him… Something she could only figure out by going along with this…
Her panties dropped to the floor.
“Lift up your skirt,” Rip demanded.
Normally, Mabel would never wear a skirt. If this were happening on any other day of the week, she’d be wearing army pants or overalls or jeans. Sure, she dressed as a queen now and then when the mood took her, but a frilly dress like this was a completely different ball-game. This was a girlie petticoat. Flouncy. Feminine. Most definitely not her.
And yet…
She lifted the lacy hem of her dress right up over her ass, feeling the cool air on it immediately.
Rip made a strange noise. Low and throaty. She looked into the mirror and saw that he was staring at her butt cheeks. She wondered what he thought of them. She’d always thought they were a little on the plump side. Someone as athletic and tomboyish as her should have a slim butt, she’d always figured, but the one she’d been born with was positively… juicy.
“Good, babygirl,” he said in that unfamiliar, throaty voice. “Now, I’m gonna spank this fat ass of yours in a moment.”
Fat ass. Oh no. Hedidthink it was too plump.
“But before I do that, I want you to know that you can stop this any time. Just yell…” He thought about it. “Yell ‘cut’, okay?”
She nodded. For some reason, she was so stunned by this whole thing that she didn’t have any words right now. Just actions.
“I’m gonna use my hand for five,” said Rip, putting his hand down flat on her ass for a moment, then giving it a gentle squeeze, as though testing it for ripeness. “And then, I’m gonna use this for five.” He held up the wooden gun.
“You’re going to spank me with a gun?” asked Mabel. “Doesn’t seem very safe to m—”
“It’s just a piece of wood,” said Rip. “I’ll use the handle end, where it’s flattest. Kinda like a paddle. You ever been spanked with a paddle, babygirl?”
