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“Pick one,” he said again. “If you don’t, I’ll use all of them.” Hearing the resolve in his tone, she quickly closed her eyes and plunged her hand into the box, pulling out the first thing she touched. It was the ruler.

“Excellent choice.” Her heart swelled with pride under the praise. It was short-lived though, because he took the ruler from her and was soon peppering her backside with stinging smacks. The ruler had a sharp bite to it and was a different kind of pain than Carrie was used to. She gasped with each smack and tried to prepare herself for the next one, but they were coming at random intervals difficult to predict.

Peter tapped at her inner thigh with the ruler, so she instinctively spread her thighs. “Good girl, you’re taking your punishment so well. I’m proud of you,” he murmured. The edge of the wooden ruler skimmed across her damp center and she opened further, wanting more of that.

He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that rippled over her. “Not yet. I’m not quite through with this naughty butt yet.”

A strangled groan left her throat, and she tried to thrust her hips back, hoping for the flutter of the ruler across her folds once more. He withdrew his hand and brought the ruler down with a resounding smack against her pussy. She yelped. Before she could react further, he returned to her bottom and began the spanking again. This time each spank was harder than the one before and they fell in rapid fire succession with no breaks between. Soon her entire ass and even her thighs were on fire. Then he was done. The ruler fell to the floor below her and she stared at it. Mesmerized by the fact that something that tiny could make her feel so much.

“Get the rest of your clothes off,” he commanded, helping her stand. As she peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra, he stood and began unbuttoning his own shirt, and she moved to put her hands on his chest. His big hands grasped her small wrists, stopping her shy of her goal.

“I’m afraid naughty bottoms have to spend time in the corner before they get orgasms.” Her mouth fell open. Was he serious? He wanted her to stand in the corner like a punished child?

“Close your mouth, little one. You earned this and you know it.” To her horror, there was a part of her brain agreeing with him. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

He pointed to a corner in his room between the dresser and the wall. “Corner now. And act like you’ve at least seen a submissive get corner time before.”

That meant he wanted her to stand with her hands on top of her head or braced behind her back and her legs spread. Because she already knew what kind of orgasm he could give her, she complied, opting to lock her arms at the small of her back. “Sir?” she whispered as she adjusted her stance.

“Yes, baby?” His voice sounded as if it was coming from the door.

“Please don’t leave me.” Her voice wavered as she voiced her insecurity.

He was behind her in seconds, his hands resting on her waist. “I was only going to my office for a minute, baby.”

Carrie shook her head. “Please don’t. I’ll stay here like this for as long as you want. Just don’t leave me.”

And so he didn’t. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, then she heard him settle into the chair on the opposite side of the room.

No more than five minutes had passed before he called her to him. Embarrassed by her minor freak out about him leaving, she kept her eyes on the carpet all the way to where he sat.

“Kneel,” he said.

Dropping to her knees, she kept her gaze fixed on his feet, which were now bare. But she knew it wouldn’t be long before he insisted on eye contact.

Instead of demanding that she look at him, he leaned forward and ran a hand through her hair. She turned her head in his hand, trying to nuzzle deeper into his touch.

“Did I go too far?” When she didn’t answer, he gripped a handful of her hair and turned her head upward. “Answer me, please.”

“No, Sir,” she said, still craving his touch. “I didn’t mean to freak out in the corner. It’s not a big deal. I promise. Just a weird hang-up.”

“It’s not a weird hang-up. It’s something I need to be aware of. I’ll keep it in mind. I’m glad I didn’t go too far because that was really fucking hot.” He fisted a hand in her hair and hauled her up, pulling her into his lap.

“Can we please have sex now?”

His mouth captured hers in an answer and he stood, lifting her as he did. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down and shed the rest of his clothes.

“You’re incredible. I need to be inside of you now.” It was perhaps the hottest thing he could have said to her. Leaning over her, he reached for a condom out of the bedside drawer. She watched, spellbound, as he rolled the latex down his hard shaft. Then he settled between her thighs, and her stomach gave a little flip as he pressed against her entrance. Inch by exquisite inch, he slid inside of her. He pulled out slowly, torturing her. Knowing he expected her patience, she closed her eyes and willed herself not to order him to go faster. His way was hotter, even if she was craving his hard thrusts and rough hands.

The third time he slowly withdrew, he chuckled, the sound sending tremors of pleasure through her. “You’re doing well little one, but I think I know what you really want.” His cock slammed into her and she cried out. And then he was fucking her at a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. One hand was planted on the mattress beside her, and with the other, he found her clit and pressed against the nub until she whimpered. Then he rubbed in small circles as he continued to plunge into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with the heady pleasure of his touch brought her to the edge and she dove off the cliff, crying his name as she rode the wave of ecstasy. “Peter! Fuck.”

“That’s it baby, squeeze my cock,” he growled as the onslaught of pure bliss, brought about by his fingers and his erection, continued to pummel her. One orgasm rolled into another and soon she was screaming her pleasure. He soon followed her into the oblivion of orgasm with a final thrust, both hands now planted on the bed on either side of her. His arm muscles trembled as the release crashed through him and he collapsed onto her, his face buried in her neck.

Later, as she drifted off to sleep, her body ached, but her heart was light. It didn’t matter what danger was headed their way. She was safe in his arms.

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THE next day, Carrie knocked on Tom’s door and he waved her in.

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