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I don’t even blinkbefore the man has his big paw around my arm and hauls me back to my bedroom. His booted foot kicks the door closed.
“You can’t be serious.” I try to yank away from him, but in one fluid motion he sits on the edge of my bed and has me spread over his thighs.
“Natalie will see you! She’ll hear you!” I throw all my weight to the side, trying to throw myself off his lap. He easily traps me by wrapping the tree trunk that is his arm around my waist and holds me tight against his torso.
“She and her boyfriend aren’t even here.”
Memory of my conversation with Natalie yesterday hits me. She and Chad were planning a trip to Salem. They won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. I’m completely alone. With Maxim.
He could hurt me, really hurt me, or… and what frays my nerves even more, he could do the things I fantasized about while thinking of him sitting outside my office. What would it feel like to be kissed by him? Touched by him? Being draped over his knee like this is already making my body react to him. No. I need to get away from him before things go too far.
“Let me up, right now!” I throw my fist into his shin. It’s doubtful he even felt it. The man is all muscle.
“Did you just punch me?” Unceremoniously, he pulls up my dress, exposing my bare ass.
“You won’t let me up.” It’s a whine. A pathetic sound that escapes me. “Just let me go.” I manage to firm up my voice, but my insides are still shaking.
“Not until you’ve been punished.” And without another second of hesitation, his hand lands hard against my ass.
I’ve never been spanked before. I’ve never even been grounded before! A rush of arousal courses through my body. The second and the third swat of his hand spreads heat across my ass, and by the sixth or seventh smack, my ass is on fire. Almost worse, heat is growing between my thighs.
Wiggling gets me nowhere, and kicking my legs seems to only make him spank faster and harder. My mind processes the pain of each spank, wanting it to stop, and knowing it’s my own damn fault I’m in this position, while my body continues to rebel. How can my ass hurt so much, but my pussy crave his touch so intently at the same time?
“Maxim! Stop! Please!” I throw my hand back, trying to catch his wrist, but he snatches mine easily. He’s like a bear swatting away a fly, the way he’s able to maneuver me around without breaking his rhythm.
“Do that again,moy malen’kiy voin, and I’ll have to tie you down and use my belt.”
His belt? He’s trying to scare me.
It might be working. A little.
He pauses, and I take a big breath, ready to put all my energy into thrusting my body away from him.
“Tying you down. Hmmm.” His fingertips tread lightly across my burning cheeks, coaxing an entirely different fire to life between my legs. “That’s a good idea. But not today unless you don’t stop all this wiggling. But next time, when I have my rope with me, yes, tying you down will be fun.”
I freeze. He has rope specifically for this sort of thing?
“Maxim.” I say his name quietly, trying not to spark another volley of smacks from him. “Please. Let me up. I’ve learned my lesson.” It’s a blatant lie. The second I get up, I’m going to put my fist in his nose.
The human lie detector can see right through me though.
“You were almost done, but then you lie again.” He bends to the left, barely shifting me with his movements, and grabs something from my nightstand. I lift my head to see my hairbrush being taken.
“No! No!” My fight begins again, but I’m still no match for him.
“You should learn, and quickly, that I don’t allow lies, and I don’t put up with disobedience.” And with that, he starts all over again. The brush has a wicked feel to it. It only takes a handful of smacks before tears, real tears, spring to my eyes.
I can’t bear it. It’s too much. There’s no space between swats, no chance for the pain from one to dissipate before the next lands. I’m just one big ball of unrelenting pain.
“Okay!” I cry out with a crack in my voice. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I suck in air, but it doesn’t matter. The fire is white hot and it’s spreading. The spanks are sharper, faster, and he’s making sure not to miss an inch of my ass. I’ll never sit again. Ever.
“No more lies,moy malen’kiy voin. Or you’ll kiss my belt before I lay into your ass with it.” It’s a promise I’m sure he’ll honor. And one I’ll avoid letting him keep.
“All right,” I agree, pathetically. They were such little lies; what would he do if I told a big one? I’m never going to find out, I assure myself. Because as soon as he leaves my apartment, I’m getting new locks, and I’ll never see him again.
The spanking is over, but his hand hasn’t left my ass yet. He’s stroking me softly, from my waist to my thighs, over and over again. It’s not helping quench the fire, but rather moving it steadily between my legs. A warm current of arousal floods me with each feathery touch.
“Good girl,” he says quietly when I soften over his thighs. “Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson. Are you wet?” His hand stills at the cusp of my ass. If he sinks his hand lower, between my thighs he’ll find his answer.
