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“You heard me, Madisen. I only spank women on their bare butts.”
“No.”
I could tell he was getting more frustrated. “I’m not playing games with you. Either you do what I say, or I will do it the hard way. I don’t think you want me to remove your clothes, which I will do. All of them.”
Hold on. He did this kind of thing all the time? Who was he? I could feel heat rising on my face, tingling sensations drifting all the way to my toes. I wasn’t the kind of girl to be stymied by something anyone said. I was used to insults and accusations, always with a snappy comeback, but this time, I was so far out of my element I couldn’t breathe. “You’re serious.”
He said nothing, his entire face going rigid. Why did he have to look so sexy with his three-day stubble? And why had he not buttoned his jeans? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but failed as I’d done everything else in the days since I’d left Vegas.
To add insult to injury, he sat down on the chair, the hinges creaking. Then he patted his lap. This was crazy. Even worse, I found myself reacting to his demand. I ripped off the hat, shaking my head several times on purpose, my long hair sweeping across my breasts. My legs were shaking, making me wobbly on my feet. He had no emotion on his face, other than disappointment, as I yanked off the jacket, ready to toss both items in his face but thinking better of it. I placed both items on his desk with care, shivering to my core. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to get to this point.
He wasn’t my father and certainly wasn’t my brother. I didn’t need discipline in my life.
“I’m waiting,” he said in a stern voice.
I closed my eyes, my fingers suddenly icy as I unfastened my button, fighting the zipper as it caught on the lace of my panties. All I could think about was being grateful I hadn’t worn a ripped pair of underwear, choosing my red lacy… thong. Oh, my God. Then I was thankful I’d shaved that morning.
The flush of embarrassment continued, bottle rockets going off in my brain. Somehow, I managed to do as he asked, fighting the dense material as I jerked my jeans over my hips. I couldn’t look him in the eye for fear of dying from shame. I never acted like a petulant child. Why had I done so around him?
I must look ridiculous with my pants around my knees. Instantly, I placed my hands in front of my pussy, fighting to keep tears from forming. What? Tears? I never cried. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Come here.” His command was dark, the hint of danger sending a shower of goosebumps down my arms.
I shuffled closer, but obviously not close enough. He grabbed my arm but was gentle in tugging me forward. Then he eased me over his lap without saying another word.
“Good girl.” When I started to slip, he yanked me closer, shifting my stomach across his groin. Dear God. Was the man hard as a rock again? He patted my lower back then tapped the brush against my bottom. “I think twenty-five will be enough to teach you a decent lesson.”
Twenty-five? I sucked in my breath, fighting my nerves. As soon as he brought the implement down, I lurched forward, almost falling off his lap. The shock of what he’d done masked the pain, but only for a few seconds. I yelped, the loud sound shocking the hell out of me.
“Stay in position.” He jerked me against his body, wrapping one leg around mine.
Then he brought the brush down twice more, smacking both sides. White-hot heat exploded in my system, the scream I issued high pitched more from shock than pain. Just wiggling in his lap brought another eruption of sensations, my breath catching in my throat. I threw my hand back, only to have him catch it easily. He pinned it against my back, continuing with the spanking.
I’d heard all about how controlling he’d been during his time spent in the Marines, but this was ridiculous.
“Stop. Just stop. I’ll be good.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. I said twenty-five and that’s what you’re going to get. Unless I need to add more.”
“No. No!” I struggled in his hold, which only resulted in receiving two brutal cracks of the wood. Even the sound was jolting, a hard thud that jarred my senses. The anguish was difficult to describe, my mind still blurry from accepting the punishment in the first place. I’d temporarily lost my mind. There was no other answer.
He brought the brush down two more times and I couldn’t see given the increase in pain. I gasped for air, tears finding their way past my lashes. I watched in horror as they dripped to the floor, hating myself for falling apart so easily. Maybe I was both emotional and irrational because of terror.
I was hopeful he’d rethought the number of swats when he caressed my bottom with the rough pads of his fingers, tenderly rolling them back and forth. When he resumed the spanking, I bucked in his hold, whimpering like I suspected he wanted. God, I hated him for this. He had no right.
“Ten more,” he said gruffly. “Maybe that will teach you about not lying to me in the future. If you do, your punishment will be much worse.”
Ten? It might as well be a hundred. Panting, I clawed the floor then smacked my hand against his leg, doing anything I could to get him to stop. He hoisted me closer, the next five swats methodical. What shocked me more than anything that had occurred up to this point was the way my body was responding, tingling sensations creating a rush of adrenaline, my nipples swelling. When I gathered a whiff of my desire, I bit back another moan.
There was no way I would enjoy being treated this way. Absolutely none. Yet as my pussy muscles clamped then released, I was certain my juice would stain his jeans. The thought was disgusting, a sinful foray into something that wasn’t allowed.
Once again, he caressed my skin and I closed my eyes, rolling my hips back and forth. When his breathing changed, becoming labored, I could tell every muscle in his hard body had tensed.
Without another word, he brought the wooden pain maker down five more times. Then he held me exactly where I was for a full two additional minutes before easing me from his lap.
“You did pretty well.”
Pretty well? Was he kidding me? I was ready to issue a volley of insults but the continued shame of what had occurred wrapped thorny claws around my throat. I couldn’t breathe, my emotions all over the place.
