Page 60 of Bling

Chapter Fourteen

“Isabelle wake up.” Garrett’s breath was warm against her ear as he tried to wake her the next morning.

She sighed and snuggled closer to his warmth. His bare chest pressed against her back.

“Come on, Doll. We have some things to take care of before you leave and it’s almost six.”

He leaned across her and she inhaled his intoxicating scent. A soft click sounded, and a dim light filled the room.

When she blinked her eyes open, she noted Garrett already had his slacks on which meant he’d been up already.

“Sit up.” Slowly the fog faded, and she pushed herself upright on the bed.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her eyes still fluttering against the light.

He kissed her forehead. “We’ll see if you still think that in a few minutes.”

Her heart stuttered when she saw his stern expression, and memories of their conversation the night before came flooding back.

“What time do you need to leave?” he asked, as he took hold of her wrist and tugged until she was sitting next to him.

“I just need to be home by seven-thirty.”

He nodded and glanced at his smart watch. “I’ll see that you’re not late.”

“Are you about to spank me?” she asked, worry filling her voice.

“I am. I know you thought you’d escaped it, but if you remember, I told you I wasn’t telling you when it would happen.”

“But why now? Can’t we do it later?”

He chuckled. “No, sweet Doll. I’m doing it now because maybe starting your day with a sore bottom will help you remember that you’re mine and I expect you to take care of yourself.”

She sighed, knowing she couldn’t argue with him unless she wanted to redefine her limits—and she didn’t, not really. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Then up you go. Stand in the corner over there while I get some things ready.”

Resigned to what was about to happen, she went to the corner and stood. Every sound behind her seemed deafening as he moved about the room. The zip of a bag, the closet door opening and closing. When his hand touched her shoulder, she jumped.

“Easy, Isabelle. You act like I’m about to beat you bloody. It’s just a spanking,” he said as he turned her around.

“Sorry. I’m just tense.”

He dropped into a straight-back dining table chair he’d brought in from the other room and patted his lap. “Over you go.”

When she was settled across his lap, he began massaging her ass. “I admit, I enjoy seeing a bottom turn nice and red, but I don’t like punishing you and I know how you feel about spanking. I respect how much trust you’re giving me right now and I’m going to do my best to handle that with care. You earned this punishment, though, so I want you to be a good girl and take it without too much complaint.”

Isabelle nodded, embarrassed by how wet his scolding words were making her.

Without another word, he brought his hand down hard on her backside. Tears immediately pricked at her eyes as his hand fell again. This time, there was no break between swats. He peppered her behind with searing swats much harder than the ones he’d administered last night. His big hand covered a lot of her ass in one smack, and it didn’t take long for her entire bottom to burn.

What felt like twenty minutes later, he stopped and said, “That was a sixty-second warm-up. Next you get to feel my paddle and then we’ll be done.”

She wanted to ask how long he was going to use the paddle but didn’t want to risk earning any extra punishment, so she kept her mouth shut.

He leaned down and pulled the paddle from beneath the chair. It was a small wooden implement that looked a bit like a ping-pong paddle.

It disappeared from her view and she tensed, waiting for him to begin. It landed hard on her bottom and she cried out. How were there submissives who actually liked this? She didn’t have time to ponder the answer because another smack landed. The spots he hit seemed to radiate heat, and she felt like her ass might combust. Another swat landed lower, connecting with her upper thigh. Tears pricked at her eyes and she tried her best not to cry, but it was no use. As the tears fell, he began spanking her in the same rapid-fire way he’d done with his hand. Her legs kicked and she gripped the leg of the chair to keep herself from reaching back to stop the offending implement tearing up her backside. It seemed to last forever, but it eventually halted, and he tossed the paddle onto the bed across from them.

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