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I inched closer, waiting as he cupped and lifted my breasts, feeling the weight in his hands. When he flicked his thumbs across my already hardened nipples, I fought issuing any sound. I was to remain quiet until he was finished with his examination. A slice of raw anguish ripped through my torso as he pinched my erect buds, twisting and pulling in a brutal manner.
“Tonight, you need a hard whipping, my pretty pet,” he stated as he locked eyes with mine, his gaze mesmerizing. “Is that not true?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I think the cane will come in handy.” He fisted my hair as he walked around me, raking the nails on his other hand all the way down my spine. I hated the cane, the whooshing sound as the thin wood was snapped through the air, the way the stinging burned for days.
I stood exactly where I was, my hands by my sides and my legs together. When he tapped me on the buttocks several times, my lower lip quivered, an infraction.
“Don’t be afraid, my pretty pet. Daddy knows exactly what you need.”
I jerked myself out of my fantasy, sloshing water all over the floor. I was panting, beads of sweat sliding down my face. I’d shoved the vibrator all the way inside and every muscle was tweaking, my hips bucking as I thrusted. White-hot heat poured into my veins as adrenaline kicked into high gear. It wasn’t going to be long before I orgasmed.
“Bend over, my pretty pet,” he instructed.
I did exactly as I was told, leaning over the back of the chair, my hands positioned on the seat cushion and my fingers flexed open. I was tingling all over, the anticipation of the severe punishment stealing my breath. The whooshing sound seemed to go on forever until the first strike was slapped against the rounded portion of my bottom, followed by another. And another. I was forced to bite back a cry when my master sliced the birch against the tops of my thighs. The pain was excruciating.
“Shit. Shit!” The visions rolled, vivid images of the hard spanking, of being caned like a bad little girl. And I loved it, sensations rolling up from my toes, sending jolts of current straight into my pussy. My breath sounds ragged, I couldn’t hold back the raging climax any longer. As the orgasm rolled into my body, I threw my head back, squelching a scream.
Just like I’d been taught.
* * *
“You look perfect, my darling,” Jessie feigned a haughty accent as she stood back, clapping her hands.
“Not too much?” I asked before smoothing down the front of the dress for the fifth time. At least. I had to admit, not only did I love the color, flaming red, I adored the way the slinky material hugged every curve.
“Seriously, you look amazing.” She glanced at her watch. “I should get going. Your date, whoever mystery man is, will be arriving in ten minutes.”
Shit. Why in the hell was I nervous? I’d been on dates before, starting as early as fifteen. I chuckled at the thought. I thought I was a powerhouse in my teens. “I appreciate you bringing everything over.” As I stepped into the stilettos, I gave myself a mental high-five I hadn’t wobbled from the get-go.
“When are you going to tell me who this guy is?” Jessie now had a demanding tone.
“If he makes it to the fourth date, then I’ll tell you about him.”
“Oh, come on. One hint,” she begged.
I frowned but was unable to stop the laugh pushing past my lips. “Carter is a down to earth guy. A little older. He’s very handy, can fix almost anything.”
“But is he fuckable?”
I hadn’t even thought about him in that regard. I wasn’t even certain he was assertive in any manner. Dominating. Powerful. Using a firm hand. Why in the hell was I thinking along those lines? A single bead of perspiration would be a dead giveaway for a woman like Jessie—Miss Know It All. “He’s sexy. Now go. I’ll tell you more later. Much later.”
“Wow, I’ll be ever so grateful.” Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her keys and headed for the door. “Have a great time or else. Oh, and lunch tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at eleven-thirty. Period.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I closed the door, letting a strangled breath pop up from my throat. Lunch would mean Jessie trying to weasel information out of me. What was there to tell? He’s a nice, safe guy. Safe. The term alone would make my bestie roll her eyes. Carter really did seem like a nice guy and maybe that’s exactly what I needed at this point in my life.Boring.I huffed at my inner voice. We’d shared a cup of coffee or a soft drink three or four times as we sat out on my back deck. He’d told me all about himself and I’d told him… Some. Maybe I was actually the boring one. After spritzing perfume, I grabbed my purse and took careful steps into the kitchen to wait. Even Zorro had his head cocked, his big brown eyes staring back at me.
“Don’t you give me that look.” His whine made me laugh. I tried to envision Carter with a brush, a paddle, or even a belt in his hand as he prepared to spank me. Nope. He wasn’t that kind of guy.
The rapping on the door drew me out of my not so glorious fantasy. “He’s here. Be good.” Zorro remained sitting on his haunches as I opened the door.
“Whew. You look amazing!” Carter said, his eyes lighting up.
“Why, thank you.” I was surprised that Zorro hesitated before trotting toward the door, his tail whapping in all directions.
“Hey, big boy. I’ll take good care of your mama. I promise. You ready to go?”
“You know? I’m more than ready.”
