Page 35 of Hushed

“Young lady, did you go to that club without panties on?”

Her face flamed, and she shook her head. “No. I promise! I didn’t have any clean ones to put on at the Yates’ house last night after my shower.”

He reached behind her and smacked her ass. “No, Sir.”

“No, Sir,” she echoed, reaching back to rub the sting away.

“You’re lucky. Over my lap naughty girl and tell me why I’m spanking you.”

“Because I didn’t tell anyone I was going to The Cage,” she managed to whisper without dying of embarrassment.

He put a hand on her bare bottom and rubbed in small circles. “You have a perfect ass. I’m tempted to keep you like this for a while. See if we can make you the same color back here as you are on your face.”

She let out a sharp gasp, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I promise not to go too hard for your first time, little imp. But you are going to feel this, and it’s meant to hurt, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed and gripped the side of his leg as she anticipated his hand landing against her skin.

The first swat left a mild sting on her ass, but it wasn’t unbearable or even unpleasant. He added several more, moving his hand around until he’d spanked every part of her bare behind. Still, it didn’t hurt. Instead, it warmed her skin and made her squirm on his lap. Then he returned to the spot he’d started in, and this time the swat hurt enough to make her gasp. And he didn’t move his hand for the next four. Just spanked her in the same spot five times in a row.

He moved on, repeating the same process in several places, until she was wincing and squirming.

“How are you?”

“Confused,” she admitted.

“Explain,” he encouraged as he rubbed a particularly sore spot.

“I’m turned on and… something else that I can’t put my finger on.”

He spanked her harder, a dozen times per side, before he paused again. “And are you thinking about why I’m doing this?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

He laughed. “At least you’re honest. That’s very good. Now listen to me while you keep taking your punishment like a good girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, hating how needy her voice sounded.

He peppered her backside with sharp stinging swats that didn’t stop, but this time, he talked while he spanked.

“Was it safe to go somewhere like The Cage without telling anyone?”

Was she supposed to produce coherent answers while he did this? She squirmed and gripped his leg harder.

“Answer me if you ever want this to end, Kenzie Gabrielle.”

Fuck, he remembered her middle name. Somehow, that made it even hotter.

“No, Sir,” she yelped as he spanked her thigh.

“And are you going to do anything like that again?”

“I won’t, I promise,” she cried.

“Good. Because I would hate to have to use a paddle or my belt, but I will. Your safety is my number one priority, and I will punish you every time you forget that.”

He spanked at an even clip the entire time he talked, but as soon as he finished his last sentence, he ramped it up, and his hand fell hard and fast and kept her guessing about where it would land. Was he going to focus on the same area over and over for a while, or was he going to jump from spot to spot as she wiggled and tried to avoid the blows?

When it ended, she tried to reach back and rub the ache away, but he caught her by the wrist and stopped her.

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