Page 53 of Johnny Gun

Okay, she admitted her fault, but his question was so matter-of-fact, it ticked her off.

“Don’t tell me you care where we do it. It’s my butt getting smacked, not yours.”

“Hmm, you need the bratty treatment.” Rising to his full height, he put his hands on his hips and stared down at her on the floor. Somehow, he seemed seven feet tall. “I don’t like starting out this way. I warned you about challenging me.”

He didn’t give her time to think. In a moment, he bent, wrapped a powerful arm around her waist, then picked her up sideways like a sack of rice.

“Put me down,” she yelped.

“I will. When I’m good and ready. Second unbreakable rule: I’m always in charge. Don’t tell me what to do.”

Oh, crap. Here was the bull she’d provoked. Contrary to her silly schemes, he was in command of the situation, not her. Funny, though, the rough handling and upcoming spanking titillated her. Her clit twitched in anticipation. Trepidation and sexual excitement moved within Isolde as if both were a package deal. She had a lot to learn…

She bounced on the bed when he tossed her down.

“Slide your butt to the edge and turn over.”

“But—”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Every delay adds another smack.”

Grumbling to herself, she moved to the edge and flipped over to face the mattress. She ended with her belly on the edge of the bed, but the way her feet rested on the floor angled up her butt in the perfect position for his hand to strike.

“Lower your head and tuck your elbows under your belly. Since this is your first offense, I’ll help you out. Next time, you’ll adopt positions as I demand and without instructions.”

Isolde heard and then felt him move around and behind her. Lifting her top, he searched for the button and zipper of her jeans.

Oh, shit. He’s pulling my pants…and panties down.

A cool breeze caressed the exposed skin of her butt cheeks and thighs. Next, the mattress dipped as he sat at her side.

“First lesson in spanking, shortcake.”

She wiggled her hips. “What? Spankings have lessons?”

He chuckled. “Oh yeah. There’s a difference between sexual spanking and punishment. The first version involves physical contact, caressing your pussy, and playing around. The second is discipline to correct bad behavior. There’s no reassuring physical contact, teasing, or play. With every strike, you’ll hopefully consider the actions that put you here and remember not to repeat them.”

What could she say? He had a point. Her brazen disobedience had brought a potentially dangerous encounter between two men to the brink. One or both could’ve ended up seriously injured. Still, she was an anxious wreck, and her initial sexual excitement had flattened out. This wasn’t so much fun anymore.

“Fair warning. Don’t look at me. It won’t help. Today, you’re getting ten smacks because I’m being lenient. Lesson two: count each strike out loud and say nothing else. Miss one, we start again.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. We begin now.” He stood from the bed, removing his warmth. She knew he was close enough, but because of his order to hold her head down, she felt alone and bereft.

The first slap to her right cheek stung.

Okay. Piece of cake. Not too painful. It wasn’t as bad as her mind had anticipated. She could do this easily. Remembering her orders she spoke in a firm voice. “One.”

His hand fell harder on her left side.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed.

“Wrong. We start from the top.”

“No, wait?—”

“Eleven spanks.”

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