“And you always have your safeword.”
She nodded and he let her go then patted his lap. “Over you go for this conversation.”
Oh holy hell.
“Are you sure?”
“Over. Now.”
Gulp. That tone of voice meant business. She lay herself over his lap, squirming slightly at the feel of his hard thighs beneath her tummy. She pressed her thighs together as he raised her T-shirt above her ass.
“Uh-uh, relax and spread your legs slightly. This is a punishment spanking not a fun one. So there’s not pressing your legs together and trying to pleasure yourself. That’s why I’m not spanking you while you’re lying on your tummy. Now, if this was a spanking for fun, I would get you off while spanking you.” He sighed with exaggerated sadness. “Another time.”
Damn him.
“Now, if you can tell me what you did that was naughty, your punishment will be short and quick. But if you deny that you were naughty, I’m not stopping until your bottom is bright red, understand?”
Her breath hitched.
Another smack landed. Ooh that stung. She pressed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
“Hey, I didn’t answer!”
“You were taking too long.” Another smack. “And keep those legs apart. I’ll keep smacking this delicious ass until you answer me. And these spanks don’t count towards your punishment.”
“I was naughty,” she cried out.
Another smack. She glared at him over her shoulder. Damn man just grinned at her unrepentantly.
Ooh. He was trouble.
“Why?” he asked. Smack!
“Because I put myself down?”
“You don’t sound certain. Say, I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“I was naughty because I put myself down.”
“Better. Now it’s a count of ten.”
“What? You already spanked me!” she protested.
“And I told you that they didn’t count. Now, remember you have your safeword if you need it. Maybe we need to get you a nice, fat punishment plug. So after your spanking, you can stand or sit in the corner with your legs spread wide so you can’t give yourself any pleasure and a big plug inside your bottom. How does that sound?”
Like torture. And yet, she desperately wanted to try it.
“We could even find some ginger lube if you’re especially bad. That would provide a nice sting.”
Dear Lord, the man was going to kill her.
“Keep your legs spread and your arms out in front of you. If you move either, we start all over again. Count it out.” He slapped his hand down on her already hot ass.
“O-one,” she managed to call out.
Another smack.
“Two!”