“Is that what you want, Ms. Rivers?”
I wanted to touch him. Kiss him. Press my body to his and explore his hardness. I kept my hands to myself, however, unsure if he would be receptive to any of that. What if he was only interested in punishment, whatever that was, and not necessarily me?
In this moment, I decided I didn’t really care. His eyes were on me, and if I let him, his hands would likely be, too.
I shook my head. “I want to work here. For you.”
His nostrils flared and his body tensed around me. “Get up.”
He stepped back to give me room to obey his command, and I did, slowly rolling my body until I was upright. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
“Step away.”
I moved away from the chair and he took my place in its seat. Gazing down, I could see a sizeable bulge beginning to tent his pants.
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nbsp; “Bend over my lap, Ms. Rivers.”
God, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done. It was so wrong, I knew that, but I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to lay across his hard thighs. My ass was propped in the air, and I had never felt more vulnerable with a man than I did in this moment. Trepidation mixed with my growing excitement. Would this hurt? Obviously it would, but how bad?
Isn’t there usually a safe word in situations like this?
“One slap for every minute you were late yesterday.” He yanked up my skirt without warning, exposing my ass and the black cotton thong I wore. I didn’t miss the hitch in his breath as his large palm caressed over my ass cheeks. “You will count. If it becomes too much for you, you will say the word Good.”
I felt instantly more at ease having an out available to me.
“Yes, sir.”
He shifted beneath me, and I felt his erection press into my belly.
The first hit took me by surprise, as he gave no word of warning it was coming. I let out a little cry because it stung more than I’d ever expected.
“Count, Ms. Rivers. Or I’ll start all over.”
“One,” I panted.
The next blow landed on my other cheek.
“Two.”
His palm connected with the first cheek, in the same spot as before. The pain was worse on my already tender flesh.
“Th-three.”
He repeated his actions on the other side.
“Four.” Hot tears pricked my eyes. This wasn’t as fun as I’d thought it’d be. I considered using my word when the next slap came.
“Ms. Rivers.” My name was a warning when I didn’t speak up right away.
“Five.”
“Very good.”
I squirmed in his lap when the sixth hit came and gasped, “Six.”
“You’re almost done, Ms. Rivers. You are doing very, very well.”