He cleared up the tea tray and then moved the table about a foot back from the couch before taking his seat right beside where she was standing. He spread his feet apart and took her hand. Before she understood what was happening, he pulled her over his knee.
She gulped as her hands reached out to his hardwood floor, steadying her body as her head hung down across from her shoes. She hadn’t been in such a position since she was six-years-old. “What are you doing?”
“What I have to do to keep you safe.” Her face burned with shame as he rubbed his palm across her bottom. His circular movements stirred something between her thighs, a tingling ache she hadn’t expected.
“Please don’t.” A shiver scurried up her spine as she tightened her stomach muscles, attempting to raise her torso.
As he lifted his hand, she immediately missed the weight and heat until he landed a swat across her ass. Her mouth opened on a gasp, though he hadn’t struck her hard.
He hit me! A slight sting resonated, but the pulsing beneath her skirt had intensified. Her face flamed from her cheeks to her ears, but she took consolation in him not knowing. If he could somehow see what she was feeling, the humiliation would have been unbearable. The second swat landed, followed by the third. “Ow!” More and more fell until she lost count and a slow burn built across her rear. She squirmed as the stinging amplified.
Cool air covered the back of her legs as he lifted the hem of her dress and threw it over her back. Her jaw dropped. “Wait. No.” She reached behind her, attempting to push the garment back down, but he forced her arm away, overpowering her with ease.
“You aren’t in charge here.”
Thank you so much for helping me launch my new release! xoxo
ReplyDelete