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Jason sighed. Catching her gaze, he held it with his smouldering eyes and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. The tender touch took her breath away. “Your opinion is always going to matter to me,” he said softly, compassion oozing from his tone. Then his voice, and his gaze, hardened and he let go of her face. “You need to be punished.”
A little fizz of excitement welled up inside her and spilled over, sending a flush of arousal directly to her core. Her breath hitched in trepidation and her pulse raced. Here? He was going to punish her here, on the side of the road?
“You were very naughty, and you know what happens to naughty girls.”
“Actually, I don’t,” Catherine insisted, purposely injecting a flirty lilt into her voice. She licked her lips seductively. “I’ve heard lots of threats, but nothing tangible. That little spanking in the café carpark hardly counts as a punishment.”
Jason grinned, then quickly changed his expression to a stern one. “Well, it’s about time I followed through then. Get out of the car.”
He undid her seatbelt first, then his.
“Get out of the car,” he commanded again, his tone dominant, unyielding, stern. He was out and walking around the front of the vehicle before she even opened her door. She knew if she didn’t hurry up, it would be worse for her.
She waited until he was right at the headlight on her side of the truck before she opened her door, her heart in her throat, and she stepped out onto the uneven gravel on the side of the road, grabbing for Jason as her completely unsuitable shoes slid on the loose stones edging the ditch. Why had she worn such silly sandals? Were cute kitten heels to increase the length of her legs really that important?
“Careful there.” He caught her arm, his grip secure, strong.
She turned and gave him a grateful smile, glancing briefly up into his smouldering eyes. His dark gaze bored into hers, blazing with passion.
“Come and bend over the back of the car.” He led her to the back of the Pajero and opened the back door, pressing her hands down onto the carpet in the back, guiding her into a bent-over position, gently kicking her feet further apart.
“Right here?” she squeaked in protest. “Someone will see!”
“There’s no one around to see. We haven’t passed a single car since we turned off the main road. I think we’ll be safe enough. Besides, the open door will shield you enough if someone does come, and we’ll stop. I’ll make sure no one sees.” He spoke reassuringly, but firmly, and she knew he wouldn’t be swayed. Finally, after all these years, he was about to make good on his threats.Maybe,her inner mind grumbled.The swats in the carpark at the café didn’t lead to anything.
To test him, she tugged her arm away and tried to stand up but Jason held her firm. “No, keep still,” he ordered sternly. “You disobeyed. Now you will be punished.”
His stern tone did crazy things to her insides, flipping them inside out and twisting them around. She tried to breathe but couldn’t; the air was too thick with arousal.
Her back was hot where his palm rested and he tapped her thighs with his other hand, making her flinch.
“Legs apart, bottom out.”
She got into position, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Could he hear it? It wouldn’t surprise her, it was so loud.
He lifted up her skirt, spreading it out over her back, tucking the hem up underneath his fingers that rested on the small of her back, holding it up out of the way. Even though she wasn’t, she felt naked, vulnerable, exposed.
The first smack stung far more than she’d expected it to. Jason’s large hand branded her left butt cheek and she squealed and squirmed but he restrained her easily.
The second smack crashed against her other cheek, the loud clapping sound echoing over the hills. It sounded like a gunshot.
“Ow! Not so hard! That hurt!” she protested, rising up on her toes in a feeble attempt to escape the burning pain.
Jason just chuckled. “I seem to remember a certain email,” he said, smacking her again, right in the centre of her bottom this time. “About my spanking ability? And your certainty that my confidence in it was misplaced?” He punctuated his words with another harsh swat.
“That’s not what I said!” she yelled, dancing her butt out of the way of Jason’s punishing hand.
“No?” he asked, smacking her again, directly on her sit spots.
“No!” she confirmed. “I questioned whether or not it was misplaced; I didn’t say I was certain it was! Ow!”
Jason spanked her again, right on the crease where her bottom met her thighs, his flattened palm scorching her tender skin.
“And do you have the answer to your question?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.
“Yes!” she shrieked as his heavy palm landed again. “Your confidence is not misplaced; this hurts!”
“Good,” he growled. “It’s supposed to hurt.” He slipped a finger inside the elastic of her knickers. “It will hurt even more soon, when these come down and I spank you bare.”
