Page 9 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“You’ve never done this before?”

She shook her head. It wasn’t a surprise, since her nervousness was palpable. Few women I met outside of Dominion, the BDSM club my brother owned, had experienced a spanking. Usually, I was happy to introduce them to the dual sensations of pain and pleasure a good thrashing could bring.

“Just lie across my lap. I’ll take it from there.”

Annie hesitated for only a moment longer before stepping closer. She bent at the waist and draped herself over my knees. Her movements were tentative, yet graceful. This woman carried herself with an innate elegance. As she settled herself, with palms flat on the floor, she pushed up on her toes, putting her ass into just the right position.

Conveniently, she’d worn a dress. A vibrant blue, it made her eyes shine brighter. Fitting tightly at the top to emphasize her curves, it flared out over her hips. She’d worn white sneakers with it. I wasn’t sure if that was a fashion statement or a sign of a practical nature. Perhaps she’d intended to do a lot of walking.

The fullness of her skirt made it easy for me to flip it up over her waist, revealing white silk panties trimmed with lace. That was a pleasant surprise. I thought she would wear something simpler. Cotton, perhaps. This wisp of fabric that barely covered her ass was sexy, while still retaining an innocence. They were a reflection of the woman herself.

As I drew her panties down and let them drop around her ankles, Annie shifted restlessly on my lap. Whether she realized it or not, my girl was eager for a spanking. I took a moment to admire her pale skin, the swell of her firm buttocks.

“Since this is your first time, I’ll use my hand, and we’ll start with twenty.”

“T-Twenty?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” The trepidation in her voice gave me pause. Although this was a punishment, I didn’t want the pain I inflicted to be more than she could bear. I didn’t know Annie well enough to be confident I’d be able to read her reactions correctly. I needed to give her the power to call a halt if she needed to. “Choose a safeword.”

“Beetroot.”

She didn’t have to ask what I meant, and she came up with a word fast. Though she said she hadn’t been spanked before, she must have thought about it. I wondered if she’d wanted to experiment in the bedroom with some other guy. The thought made me irrationally jealous. Was she already involved with someone? That seemed important to know.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“No.” Her tone was indignant. “I wouldn’t be lying on your lap if I did.”

I didn’t bother to tell her she wouldn’t have had much choice, even if she was involved with someone else. She was here to learn a lesson, after all, and a boyfriend back home wouldn’t have deterred me from delivering it. However, it would have made me think twice about the other downright dirty things I wanted to do to her. I wasn’t interested in breaking up a committed relationship, no matter how much I might want a woman. The sort of drama that would bring wasn’t something I needed in my life.

“Good. Now, brace yourself and remember to use your safeword, but only if you really need to.”

While I wanted to provide her with the security of being able to apply the brakes if I went too hard on her, I wouldn’t be pleased if she abused the privilege. Drawing my arm back, I brought my hand down on her right butt cheek. The flesh rippled beneath my palm. Annie squealed, but the sound was one of surprise rather than pain.

Alternating between her left and right buttocks, I spanked her six times in quick succession. Annie wriggled on my lap, and I had to fight to ignore the arousal she sparked inside me.

“Quit moving, sweetheart.” My voice came out huskier than usual.

“Sorry.” Her tone was anything but apologetic. The little minx probably knew damn well the effect she was having on me.

I spanked her harder, the crack of my palm on her tender flesh resounding off the walls. Annie hissed sharply. She must have felt that one. She pushed up onto her toes and wriggled her hips, but she didn’t use her safeword. I was glad, because I was nowhere close to being satisfied. Her skin had turned a beautiful shade of pink and was warm to the touch, but I wanted it red-hot. Perhaps then she’d take the lesson about staying away from Danny Mulhearn to heart.

She let out a low whine as I delivered another harsh slap to her gorgeous ass.

“Ciaran,” she protested, “that hurts.”

“Wouldn’t send the right message if it didn’t, sweetheart. Now, relax or it will hurt more.”

She unclenched her muscles, and I continued the spanking, making sure to pay equal attention to both sides of her bottom. Her mewls grew frantic, but she didn’t beg me to stop. As I reached number fifteen, she grabbed my right leg and sunk her nails in. Even through my pants, I could feel them making indentations in my skin. I didn’t care. Annie obviously needed to anchor herself and, honestly, the pain kept my mind on the task at hand. It stopped my thoughts from drifting to how mercilessly I’d fuck this woman if she let me.

With each moan she emitted, I came closer to losing control. My cock throbbed painfully, and I stifled an urge to claim her as primal desire trickled through my veins.

By the time I was almost done with her, Annie was sobbing.

“Just one more. You’re doing well, sweetheart.”

I had to admit I was impressed by her fortitude. Despite this being her first spanking, I hadn’t gone easy on her. Getting my point across was too important to do this halfheartedly. Fortunately, she’d coped well.

Bringing my palm down on her ass for the last time, I felt a rush of protectiveness toward the woman lying limp across my knee. As soon as the last swat had been laid down, I pulled her up, arranging her so she was sitting on my lap. She whimpered as her poor, punished bottom landed on my knee and burrowed against my chest.

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