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“Go into the dining room, bend over the table and spread your legs,” Duncan whispered in her ear. He pressed against her back, his heat instantly warming her. A shiver ran down her back at his words.
“Duncan, we don’t have time. Your brothers will be here soon.”
Smack! Smack!
She squealed and turned, her hands protecting her ass. Duncan stared down at her sternly.
Sighing, she cast her gaze over the food. She turned the stove off. The roast was covered and resting. With a small glare, she moved past him towards the table, stilling when she saw the towel lying on the table, a butt plug and lube sitting on it. Was he kidding?
Smack! Smack!
For God’s sake, what was wrong with him?
“Fucking hell, will you stop spanking me, asshole!” she snapped. Oh shit.
There was silence behind her.
She turned, encountering his stony gaze. “Sorry, Sir, I—”
“Do I call you names, sugar? Do I swear at you?”
She shook her head.
“Is that an acceptable way for us to speak to each other?”
“No, Sir.”
He pulled a chair out from the dining table and sat down, beckoning to her.
“Are you going to spank me now?” she asked as she moved until she was standing between his legs.
“Yes, I am,” he said firmly. “Panties off and over my knee.”
Moving slowly, she tugged down her panties. Laken took the hand he held up to help her over his knee.
Duncan drew her skirt up and over her ass. He rubbed her bottom, squeezing lightly.
“Why are you about to be punished, sugar?” he asked.
“For swearing at you and calling you an asshole.”
“Why is that unacceptable?”
God, she hated how he made her reflect on her behavior. She just wanted the punishment over. But she knew that he didn’t like to discipline her without her fully acknowledging and understanding why.
“Because a relationship should be built on respect, Sir.”
“Yes, sugar. Respect, communication and honesty. I know these aren’t the best circumstances for us to build a relationship, but that’s what I what with you, Laken. I want to grow old with you, to one day sit on our rockers and watch our great-grandkids run around. After this is over and this bastard is out of our lives, I am not going to let you go. I love you, Laken.”
Wait! What?
Before she could question him, he smacked his hand down on her ass. She let out a loud squeak as he quickly followed it up with volley of heavy spanks. He didn’t keep to a rhythm, just spanked her steadily until tears filled her eyes and dripped off to land on the tile floor.
Heat engulfed her butt and she let out a loud sob. Immediately, she found herself right-side up, her legs straddling his lap, her head held tightly against his chest as she cried. Once she started, a damn seemed to break inside her and she couldn’t stop.
She sobbed until she was exhausted, until her tears had let a giant wet patch on his shirt. All her fears, all her worries, her very real terror that somehow that bastard would get hold of her again gushed out in deep sobs that took a long time to ease.