“Try what again?”
“Try speaking to me again. This time, be polite.”
“Okay, what the fuck is your problem, sir?” She hissed at him. She added the sir as a sort of jab. He wasn’t her Dominant. She didn’t have one of those. She knew all about them, though, from her books and her stories and her fantasies. She spent most of her nights fantasizing about the men and women from the books she read, but she was embarrassed to admit that Daniel was the star of most of her fantasies.
At least, the ones that got her off were all starring him.
Before she could register what was happening, he was on the couch and pulled her over his lap. Then he started spanking her on the ass swiftly and sharply.
“Ouch!” She shrieked, and she wiggled to get away, but he placed his hand on her back and held her there. Her think tank top barely covered her breasts or tummy and her pajama pants did nothing to protect her bottom from his fierce hand.
He ignored her protests and he spanked her over and over until she stopped fighting him, relaxed against his legs, and started to quietly cry.
Why had she mouthed off against him?
She shouldn’t have.
She should have been a good girl and been polite to him. After all, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right? It was a broken plate and a spilled meal. She could easily clean it up and put it away. She should have just apologized for real, cleaned it up, and gone to bed, but she hadn’t. She’d been irritated about the news of the virus spreading throughout the country, and she’d taken that anger out on Daniel.
“You were rude to me,” he said, spanking her over and over. Although his voice sounded forced and tough, she was lucid enough to realize that his spanking was controlled and methodical. He had a rhythm set in the way that he spanked her. He paddled her like it didn’t bother him. He wasn’t upset about this. Judging by the way his hard cock was poking into her tummy, she’d say that he was actually enjoying it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, but it came out messy and sloppy because she was crying.
Oh, she didn’t want to sob.
Not now: not for him.
She didn’t want to offer Daniel her tears, but apparently, that was a huge problem because he was taking them, anyway. He was spanking her like nothing else mattered at the moment, and she knew that it didn’t.
He had nowhere to be. He had all night, in fact, so Meredith just closed her eyes and let the spanking come.
Chapter Two
He hadn’t been expecting the demure little nanny to sass him, but Daniel wasn’t exactly sorry that she had. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he decided to spank her, but he recognized bratty behavior for what it was, and he instantly knew that Meredith needed – and wanted – some firm boundaries in place.
He’d instituted a lot of rules for her so that she knew exactly where the lines were in their relationship. He had given her a bedtime and he had strict rules for how she spent her days, but he’d done that because Meredith was the type of person who flourished under a routine.
She needed that, and even though he wasn’t her Dom, he’d given her a routine that she liked, and she’d done wonderfully with it.
But lately, she’d been agitated.
He thought he knew why. Everyone had been agitated. Hell, the entire world had been agitated. People had been frustrated with the government’s lack of response to the viral outbreaks happening across the country. He was frustrated, too. Everyone was.
But he also knew something that Meredith didn’t: something that was going to change everything.
He stopped spanking her when he felt she was finished. Her body had relaxed against his lap, and she’d finally started to cry. Good. Some submissives needed that release, and he knew perfectly well that she was, indeed, a submissive. She had to be. He knew what naughty books she’d be
en reading and he knew that she stayed up late and read them. She probably touched herself to the stories. He didn’t have any proof of that, but he suspected.
He knew about her reading habits because he’d seen the books on her Kindle once. She’d handed him the Kindle, passing it out of the way while she was clearing off a table, and he’d glanced down at it. He hadn’t meant to snoop or pry, but he’d been surprised when he’d spotted a device full of books by Tara Crescent, Golden Angel, Sophie Stern, Cherise Sinclair, and Lexi Blake. There had even been a couple of Renee Rose spanking romances on there.
Hot stuff, he knew, and he was more than a little turned on knowing that Meredith liked that sort of thing.
He pulled her up to a sitting position, but kept Meredith on his lap. She looked up at him, blinking. Her face was wet: covered with tears and slobber from her crying.
“Why were you mouthy with me?” He asked.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, closing her eyes.