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“What? You can’t fire someone because he got a glimpse of my panties,” I say. Shit! I hadn’t considered that.
“I can, and I will, Hacker,” he scowls at me.
“Then maybe I got it wrong. He didn’t see them. Please don’t fire him, Shane.”
“So, you just came in here and straight up lied to me?” He arches one eyebrow.
“I was just trying to…” I don’t finish the sentence. But I don’t have to because he knows exactly what I was doing.
“You thought you’d come in here looking for some fun, looking for me to punish you? Which obviously I’m going to do now because you’ve just lied to me. But you could have cost a man his job.”
Well, shit! This escalated quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it like that.”
“What have I warned you about lying to me?” he snarls and goosebumps prickle over my entire body. Fear shivers along my spine, along with a tingle of excitement.
“Not to,” I whisper.
“You could have simply walked in here and asked me to spank you,” he says as he stands up from his chair.
“I know,” I breathe.
“And you must also know that the punishment for lying to me is going to be a damn sight worse than any I’d have given you for inadvertently flashing your panties?”
The heat throbs between my thighs at that realization. “Yes,” I almost whimper.
He nods. “Turn around.”
I do as he says until I’m facing his large mahogany desk. He places one hand on my hip and his other one between my shoulder blades, pressing me down against the cool wood. I lie there with my face against the mahogany, wondering how the hell I let this happen.
Shane is pissed - for real. His fingers trail down my ass and over my outer thighs until he reaches the edge of my minidress, skimming over my hot skin as he lifts it gently. He pushes it up over my ass until it’s bunched around my waist, and I suck in a deep breath as he grabs my panties in his powerful hands and tears them roughly over my skin.
My heart races and I’m hyper aware of my breathing becoming faster and heavier with each passing second. The metallic jangle of his buckle as he unfastens his belt reverberates around the room and my insides contract. The whisper of the soft leather sliding against the fabric of his suit pants makes my skin prickle with fear.
Shane Ryan is about to spank me with his belt. Fuck!
There is no warning. No prep spanking. Just the sound of leather cutting through the air before it lands on my ass with a loud, satisfying thwack.
It hurts like hell and I almost cry out, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. I suck in a breath and brace myself for the next one. It lands even harder than the first.
“Will you ever lie to me again, Hacker?” he growls before the third blow slices across my ass cheeks.
“No,” I say as I imagine the red welts that must be striping my ass right now.
“Your ass is a beautiful shade of pink, Hacker,” he says as though reading my mind.
“I barely even felt it.” I grind out the words and he draws in a sharp breath.
“Really?”
“Really,” I snap.
“Well, it must be true because you just promised never to lie to me again. So,” he growls as he lands the fourth one even harder and the tears spring to my eyes. My skin burns like a million tiny, fiery needles are dancing over my ass, but the wet heat still rushes between my thighs. Because Conor was right. Sometimes, I need to feel the pain, so I can give myself permission to have the pleasure too. I focus on my breathing. I have dealt with much more intense pain than this before. It’s nothing really. My body is just not as used to it as it once was.
“You feel that?” he growls.
“Fuck you,” I snarl.
“Fuck me?” he says as he lands the fifth blow and now the tears are streaming down my cheeks.
