She closed her eyes momentarily, took a deep breath before facing him.
“Dax.” She turned around, ready to explain away his irritation, but once her eyes locked on his, all the words fell out of her head.
His jaw was wound tight, even the muscles in his neck were locked up in knots. Even with the narrowed lids, she could make out his dangerous glare.
Maybe she’d ignored too many warnings.
“Dax,” she tried again, softer this time. “I’m sorry, but I—”
“This is what I was talking about. Like a dog with a bone, going after the story no matter what.” He shook his head. “I told you to wait for me in the bedroom.” He took a step toward her, and without thought, she retreated.
“I didn’t mean, well, I did I guess, but if he’s able to get me in contact with a source, that’s safer than trying to watch the Persuccios myself. Wouldn’t that be a better way to go? Safer?” She put her hands on her hips. “Right? Safer is better?” Surely he could agree with that.
When he was close enough, he reached his arm out over her shoulder and shoved the front door shut. The resounding slam echoed in the room.
“The safe thing would have been to do what you were told and stay in the bedroom like a good pet. That would have been the safe thing to do.” The grave tenor shook her. She’d mis-stepped.
“I—uh, I,” she stammered. Why wouldn’t words form?
“You’re looking for something to write about. That punishment you saw this morning, you were curious. So, let’s go give you something to write about.” He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her along with him as he made his way to the couch. She tried to yank away, but his grip was welded closed.
“Dax, wait, wait, wait!” she cried out when he sat on the middle cushion and yanked her down over him. She tried to scramble away, but he clamped his arm around her waist; his knee dug into her stomach.
Even with her squirming, he positioned her where he wanted her and rested his hand over her ass.
“Listen to me,” he demanded, but she was too busy panicking to take heed of his words.
A resounding, hot smack to her ass shocked her frozen.
“When you’re bad you get punished. Usually, I’m not a fan of spanking for punishments, but since this is your first, I’m making an exception.” He ran his hand over her cheeks, sending warm tingles through her body.
“First of all, you don’t talk unless I ask a question.” He gave a hard spank to her right cheek. She grimaced and clenched her hands.
How could she explain, worm her way out of this if he wouldn’t let her talk?
She kicked her legs and tried again to throw herself off his lap. His response was immediate.
His heavy leg landed over her thighs, trapping her against him while his arm readjusted her and pinned her against his body. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Then it started.
The fire rained down from above her. Hot spanks peppered her entire ass. She cried out after half a dozen swats; the heat built too much for her to bear quietly.
And then he intensified the strikes. And pain muddled her will to take the moment with some dignity. She scrambled, clawed at the couch, wiggled, did everything to protect her ass from the onslaught of punishment he dished out.
“I’m sorry!” she screamed, exhaustion from her struggles settled in. But he wasn’t tired. He seemed to be just getting started.
“Good,” he said and moved the spanks to her thighs. Even with her jeans on, she felt every bite of his hand. The impact, the smack, the burn left behind. Nothing was left untouched.
“I’m really sorry!” she said, dropping an arm off the couch and pressing her cheek into the smooth fabric. Tears had started falling some time during the spanking and were now soaking into the couch. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he asked, stopping the spanking to rub her ass with his palm again. At first it was soothing, but the more he rubbed, the hotter her already smoldering flesh became.
She sniffed. “For not staying in the bedroom.”
“And why were you supposed to stay in there?” he continued.
She closed her eyes, feeling heat spread across her face. “Because you said to.”
“And when I tell you to do something, what do you do?” His hand stilled on her thigh.
She sucked in a breath. She knew what he wanted, what the right thing to say was, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words.
“Let’s get you up.” He helped her from his lap and stood her before him. He stayed on the couch.
She instinctively began rubbing her ass. “I really am—” Her voice died when his hands went to the button on her jeans. Retreating half a step, she tried to push him away. “What are you doing?”
“Taking off your jeans,” he said, casually brushing off her defense.
“Why?” she asked, too surprised to continue fighting him.
“In general, pets don’t need jeans. But specifically, naughty pets don’t get the luxury of clothes at all. So, until you learn to obey, you’ll be nude.”
“Nude?” The burn of her ass no longer her gravest concern, she stumbled back away from him, tripping over the coffee table and landing on her ass. He stood up from the couch, towering over her with his hands on his hips glaring down at her.
“Yes, nude. If you had answered me, we could have waited for that.”
“You surprised me, that’s all. I wasn’t—hold on!” She scrambled backward, but he was on her, scooping her up back to her feet.
“You can either do it yourself, or I’ll help.” He crossed his arms over his chest, but he didn’t move his glare from her.
He wasn’t going to budge.
“I don’t want to be naked.” She forced steel into her voice, hoping not to show him the wave of fear and arousal that bubbled up inside her.
“I didn’t want to be disobeyed. So, I guess neither of us gets what we want today. Now, you have two seconds to choose. You only have five licks of my belt to take before your punishment is over. If you keep disobeying me, you’ll see where bad pets have time-outs.”
Five lashes with his belt? Her eyes flickered to the thick leather belt at his waist. It looked soft, but she doubted her perception was anywhere near accurate.
Erika dragged in a shaky breath as she began to unbutton her jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistline, she pushed them over her hips and down her legs. She wiggled out of her shoes, then yanked the jeans off her feet and tossed them in the rocking chair near the fireplace.
“Panties, shirt, and bra, too,” he directed, still keeping his gaze on her eyes.
Her bottom lip began to tremble, but she ducked her head out of his sight. He would take it as a weakness. She’d only been completely nude in front of a select few men in her life. Not out of body shame, she had as many curves as the next girl. But being nude, having nothing to hide behind, being fully exposed to the judgment and view of another person—it was intense.
Once her bra landed on the chair with her other clothes, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, still unable to meet his gaze.
“Eyes, Erika. I want your eyes,” he commanded but didn’t make a move to force her chin up.
She swallowed over the lump in her throat and raised her gaze to his.
Large, round pupils dominated his otherwise brown eyes. She had felt his cock harden during the spanking, but now, she could see it bulging through his jeans.
“Obedience, Erika. That’s what I want,” he said, as though he’d dove into her mind. “Since this is your first time with me, I’ll let you choose. Do you want to go back over my lap for the rest of your punishment, or do you want to bend over the arm of the couch?”
“Over your lap,” she answered immediately. Having his arm around her hadn’t just held her in place during the spanking, it had anchored her to his strength—to the safety net his authority gave her.
She had no idea what any of that meant, but too many other thoughts were flying around for her to pick at just that one. She’d evaluate later, once she was fully clothed and back to her normal self. Because with his dominating stare on her, she only wanted to seek out his approval.
It both exhilarated and scared her.
“Okay, then.” He grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through her own and took the few steps back to the couch. Reaching for his belt, he said, “Let’s get your punishment over with.”
Erika’s ass blushed after the spanking he’d already given her. Soft red blotches peppered her round, plump ass and her thighs.
Dax cleared his throat, trying to jerk his mind back to punishment, not arousal. She’d been bad, she needed correction.
But his cock hadn’t gotten so hard in years. And all he’d done was give her a light spanking.
To her, it probably hurt like hell. The first one usually did, he’d been told.
She wiggled over his lap but wasn’t trying to get away from him anymore. She was completely resolved to her fate, but still apprehension trembled her body. He could sense her fear, but he wasn’t mistaking the sweet aroma of her arousal either. She enjoyed this, even while disliking it.
He wished he could slip his fingers between her thighs and touch her, coax a soothing orgasm from her tense body. But she’d been naughty, and if he were to give into his own desire to bring her pleasure, she wouldn’t learn.
“Erika?” he asked as he doubled his belt over a second time. It wouldn’t sting as much as she feared with it so wrapped up, but it would get the message across.
“Yes?” she mumbled into the couch cushions. She sounded miserable.
He slid his hand into her hair, fisting it at her scalp and pulled her head back until her neck stretched.
“You’re going to take these, and when I’m done, you’re going to go to the corner and get on your knees. You’re going to put your hands on your head and wait for me to call you back to me. If you move from that spot before I call you, you’ll be punished again.”
She made a throaty sound when he tightened his fingers.
“Yes! I understand.”
“Good. Now, I’ll ask you again. What are you supposed to do when I give you a command?” He moved his stare down her back, along her spine, until he reached her round ass again.
“I’m supposed to obey,” she whispered with a light tremor.
He straightened out his left leg and lifted up his right knee, raising her ass higher for him.
“That’s right.” He clenched his fist in her hair and brought the belt down on her ass. He didn’t make her count. He was direct. Five lashes, no pausing, and no holding back. With the position and the wrapped-up strap, she was getting off easy—not that she probably felt like it.
Her sweet, round ass bounced with each lash. Coupled with her musical cry, it made his cock ready to burst in his pants.
He tossed the folded belt to the coffee table and rested his hand on her ass cheek, cupping the warm globe. “To the corner, pet.” He pinched her and gently shoved her from his lap.
She swiped her hand across her nose and scrambled to her feet. With her head bowed and her hair covering her face, she shuffled to the corner and lowered her body to her knees.
“Hands,” he reminded her when she leaned her forehead against the wall.
The muscles in her back stiffened. After a brief pause her hands rose to her head, and she folded them in place. He could hear her little sniffle, but he wasn’t done with her punishment. After she came to him when he called her, if she obeyed his command, he would coddle her as much as she needed.
Silent minutes ticked off with his attention still concentrated on her body, and those soft sniffles of hers.
“Okay. Come here,” he finally called her, snapping his fingers and patting his knee. Her hands fisted when she lowered them, and he almost smiled over the irritation in her glower when she turned around on her knees.
He pointed to the floor.
“Hands and knees, crawl to me.”
“You have to be kidding,” she scoffed, but she betrayed herself by running her tongue over her bottom lip. The idea intrigued her, even if it put a new blush on her cheeks.
He narrowed his eyes. “Did you forget so soon what you are supposed to do when given an instruction?”
The storm brewing in her heated glare started to calm and she gave a gentle shake of her head. “No. I know.”
“So?” He looked at the floor in front of her knees. The hardwood flooring of the cabin couldn’t feel good to kneel on; the soft area rug by the couch would be more comfortable. If she got moving. If she continued to delay, he’d had to find a new way to teach her obedience.
She blew out a harsh breath, as though she could just force the irritation out of her chest with the air and leaned forward until her hands hit the floor. Her breasts hung from her chest as she began to crawl, swaying with each movement, and Dax imagined her crawling to him with ornaments hanging from her nipples, with a braided tail swinging behind her.
Fuck. He ran his hand over his cock through his jeans; he needed to find a release soon or he was going to embarrass himself.
When she reached his boots, she stopped crawling and sat back on her heels, raising her eyes. She noticed his hand rubbing his cock and watched him in silence. Stunned or intrigued, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t much care. Her eyes on him only made his situation worse.
He jerked his hand away from his dick and reached out to her, cupping her chin.
“What do you feel like right now?” he asked, centering his attention on her eyes. Even if she decided to lie to him, she wouldn’t be able to keep the truth out of her gaze.
“I honestly don’t know,” she answered in a hushed voice.
“Do you hate it? This feeling?”
“No… but I should… shouldn’t I?” she asked.
He grinned down at her. “Whatever you feel is what you should feel.”
“Can I stand up?”
He frowned. He didn’t want her on her feet yet; he liked her on her knees, looking up at him, anticipating the next thing.
“Not yet. I think I like you there.” He released her chin and got to his feet. The front closet had a stack of extra blankets and pillows. He grabbed two thick blankets and carried them back to where she remained kneeling.
After he arranged the blankets into as comfortable a bed as he could manage, he pointed to it. “Rest here while I get us some food.”
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