Page 36 of Hushed

“Naughty girl. Stand up and put your hands on your head in front of me. Leave your skirt right where it’s at.”

She scrambled to obey but couldn’t help dancing from foot to foot as the fire on her ass continued to burn.

He gripped her by the hips to still her, then cupped her between the legs and she closed her eyes in embarrassment, because she knew she was soaked.

“Uh oh. Someone enjoys being punished. That’s going to make things interesting.”

He lazily dragged a finger through her wetness. “Think you can come for me like a good girl?” he asked, stopping at her clit, and rubbing.

She danced again, this time from pleasure and need more than pain, as she nodded frantically. “Please?”

He chuckled and stood, pulling her tank top up as he did. “Arms up, naughty girl.”

She lifted them off her head and straight up until he’d pulled the tank top free.

“Lose the bra and put your hands back on your head.”

When she’d obeyed, he kissed her nose. “Stay right there. I’ll be back in a minute.”

She nodded, and he frowned. “Is that how you answer?”

“Yes, Sir,” she corrected.

“Better. Back in a minute, little imp. No moving.”

He stepped around her and left the room. The room suddenly seemed very noisy and messy as she looked around, and she hated it.

Why did she always let it get this bad? The longer she looked around the room, the more her thoughts spiraled. And he’d been gone for less than two minutes.

Suddenly, tears were falling, and she was mad at herself. But she didn’t want to move her hands. She wanted him to be pleased with her when he came back, so she breathed in and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get the tears to stop.

As he came back into the room, she sniffed, trying to staunch the flow of tears.

He was in front of her a few seconds later, looking concerned. Tossing what looked like cuffs onto the bed, he cupped her cheek with his other hand.

“What happened? You were fine when I left.”

She laughed through the tears and shook her head. “I have no idea. Just spiraled for a minute.”

He guided her arms back down to her sides and pulled her against his chest. “Talk to me, Kenz. Where did your head go? Did I spank you too hard?”

She pressed her face into his shoulder and shook her head. “These thought spirals can be hard to explain.”

“Walk me through it. I can’t help if I don’t know where your head is at, babe.”

He pulled her skirt completely down, so she was naked, then scooped her up, put her on the bed, and settled next to her.

“I was looking around, trying to figure out why I let my place get so messy. I know I feel so much better when things are organized, but no matter how many routines I try to put in place, it’s never enough.”

He traced lines up and down her arm with a finger and gave her a half smile. “I’ve spent the last several minutes spanking you until your cunt is dripping, and I leave the room for two minutes and that’s where your head goes?”

She laughed. “I’m not saying it makes sense. Things in my head rarely make sense. I’m sorry for ruining the sexy mood.”

“You’re naked and looking disheveled, and my handprints are all over your ass. The mood is still here, I promise. We’re simply taking a brief detour. But it’s a detour that gives me an idea.”

She sat a little straighter and quirked one eyebrow up. “What kind of idea?”

“Part of power exchange usually involves rules for the sub, right?”

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