When Megan is rude to a troublesome patient at the dental clinic where she works, the man who catches her in the act is none other than the tall, dark, and handsome Dr. Jeremy Rawlings. After informing Megan that it is clear from her behaviour that she is in desperate need of discipline, Jeremy instructs her to remain at the office after work for a sound spanking.
Despite her embarrassment at the prospect of such a humiliating punishment, Megan finds herself doing as she is told. Once her panties are down and her bottom is properly bared, her spanking turns out to be firm, unyielding, and painfully thorough. But Jeremy’s manner during her chastisement is sincere and kind, and before she knows it she has promised to apologize sincerely for her rudeness.
Though his standards for her are exacting, Megan finds herself more aroused by Jeremy than she has been by any man before, and she doesn’t hesitate to agree when he asks her to be his submissive. But will her penchant for mischief and defiance mean that she spends most of her time with a red bottom?
Author: Jaye Peaches
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 35,600 words
Holding my hand tightly, he leads me into my bedroom and places a pillow at the foot of the bed.
“Take off your clothes. This time, all of them.” He stands back and waits.
I take my time with each item of clothing, giving him a little strip show. I rest my right foot on the bed and roll my stocking down, slipping it off, then repeat with the other leg. Once I’ve removed the top and shimmied out of my tight skirt, I pick at the elasticated waistband of my much abused panties, then slide them down and kick them off my feet. I’m naked with my bare pussy on show.
He purses his lips and points at the bed. “Bend over.” The way he speaks has an immediate effect on my libido. I’m on fire for him, for his unquestioning dominance, and I obey without pausing.
I lean over the mattress and sink my hips into the soft pillow. My bottom is slightly raised. I fold my arms under my head and turn to face the wardrobe. I’m staring right at myself in the mirror. I can’t see Jeremy. He’s by my feet, but all I can see are my bottom and head. I shuffle my feet, anchoring my toes in the carpet fibres, making sure I’m comfortable, then close my eyes.
Jeremy strokes my arse. “Still quite red, but there’s no marks. We didn’t get that far, did we?”
“No, sir,” I reply. I gasp as he probes between my cheeks, separating my buttocks to tickle my anus, before sliding his finger between my labia to inspect my pussy. I push back as he twirls his finger around the rim of my cunt. Already, I’m thinking about coming. It’s ridiculous, how quickly I’m hyped up with lust.
“Sir,” I stutter. “I…” He’s frigging me roughly with more than one finger and he nudges my feet apart when I attempt to squeeze my thighs together.
“You’re very wet. I want you on the edge before I start your punishment. It will heighten your senses.” He pushes his fingers deeper and teases my g-spot with accuracy. I moan, jiggling my hips and battling the desire to come.
Suddenly, he stops and I’m left panting, most definitely edged. Mean man! I want to shout, but this isn’t the time or place for disgruntled complaints.
I hear the sound of his belt buckle jangling, then the swoosh as he draws it out of his belt loops. He snaps the leather together and I jump at the sound. He smacks it against his palm and I hear the weight of the leather landing on his hand.