Page 57 of Bling

He hummed and lifted his other hand, cupping both sides of her face. “I appreciate you slipping so easily into your submissive role. Don’t think it’s going to get you out of a sore bottom, though.”

She shuddered but nuzzled one cheek into his palm, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Right now, she didn’t care if it was a spanking she was about to get, she just wanted him to touch her. From the moment he’d walked into the lobby, she’d felt herself getting more and more aroused. Not to mention it had been days since he’d done anything more than kiss her.

He brought his mouth to hers once more, and she whimpered when he nipped at her lip with his teeth.

A knock at the door had him pulling away.

“Go into the bedroom and wait for me, kneeling.”

She scurried to obey while he opened the door for room service.

When the bellhop was gone, Garrett wheeled the cart into the bedroom. The smell of the food made Isabelle’s stomach growl so loud he heard it and glared at her.

“That’s it,” he said. “Stand up and pull your skirt up.”

A twinge of fear shot through her, but she did as he asked. Garrett had only spanked her once, and it was not pleasant.

He abandoned the cart of food and sat on the edge of the bed. “Over my lap, naughty girl.”

“Please don’t. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she went to his side.

“I warned you, Isabelle. Over my lap.”

Accepting her fate, she lay herself across his lap.

His hand fluttered over her panty-clad bottom before he hooked his fingers into the waist and pulled them down.

“Such a pretty bottom,” he murmured.

Without further warning, his hand connected sharply with her right bottom cheek. She winced as his hand landed again on the opposite side.

“I wish we were doing this for fun, Isabelle. I could make you come from a spanking. Instead, you’re making me punish you because you can’t follow simple requests that you take care of yourself.”

As he spoke, his hand fell in rhythmic swats back and forth on each cheek. None of them were overly hard, but they all stung, and the heat was growing as was the pain in her rear.

“This is just a taste of what you have coming,” he said as he finished with six rapid fire slaps to each cheek. “I’ll give you a proper spanking after I’ve fed and fucked you.”

She swallowed as he helped her from his lap.

“Was that so horrible?” he asked as she straightened her clothes.

She nodded and an embarrassing whimper left her lips. “I don’t like feeling like a naughty girl. I want to be a good submissive.”

He smiled tenderly. “Then follow my simple rules, Doll. You’re a very good submissive. I’ve only punished you once since you put my bracelet on.”

He stood and set their meal out on the small table in the bedroom. “Come eat with me and tell me about your day.”

“I would rather hear about yours. It sounds much more interesting than mine.”

He chuckled. “Not as much as you might think. Meetings with the president can be pretty dull.”

“What do you advise him on?”

“Several things. Economic policy is the big one. We’ve been friends for a long time. I was a volunteer on his campaign for senator when I was in high school.”

“How is that possibly less interesting than my day at the warehouse or my parent teacher conference?”

He laughed. “I find everything about you interesting. How did your check-in with the shipping team go? Do you think they fixed the things I asked them to?”

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