Page 37 of The Mentor
“A little what?” My voice was high-pitched.
“A little aroused,” he said and this time his words were followed by a smug smile. “At least Laura did.”
I walked over and opened the door, with my jaw so tense I had to press out each word. “I can assure you that being spanked willnotarouse me.I want you out of this room,now!”
“Okay, but if Archer's hand starts doing other things than spanking you, just shout for me,” Magni said over his shoulder and left the room with a chuckle.
With a deep intake of air, I turned around to face my soon-to-be abuser. “Okay, you big brute, let's get this over with.”
Archer pushed his dark hair back and made a gesture toward the table. “I'm ready whenever you are.”
Just as I walked past him I stopped and turned my face up to look at him. “I can't believe that I actually liked you when I first met you. With you being so nice and curious about our ways, I honestly thought all the stories I had heard about the Nmen were exaggerated and wrong. Remember when you took me to see the fireflies?”
“I remember,” he said softly. “I remember everything that happened that night.”
“Then how can you hit me?”
“That was your choice, not mine.”
“But we kissed that night,” I reminded him, hoping that it would somehow soften him and make him forget about this foolish spanking business.
“I didn't forget that either,” he said and a smile tugged at his lips. “But it doesn't change anything, Kya.”
“You're not really going to spank me, are you?” By now my voice was shaking nervously.
He leaned in and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me when his face came so close to mine that his lips were hovering just above mine. “I am, and if Magni is right, you might like it.” While he spoke in a low whisper, his hand was starting to pull up my dress and he jerked me around, walking me to the desk and bending me over.
I let him, thinking that maybe if I could turn this into something sensual, Archer wouldn't go hard on me.
That was naïve of me.
The first thing I felt was his hand pushing me all the way down over the table. Then his hand slid down to tug my dress further up, exposing my brown legs and my white panties. I gasped when his hand slid over my behind as if measuring where he wanted the blow to land.
“Are you ready?” he asked in a deep voice.
I tightened my grip on the table, and steadied myself for the first spanking in my life, giving a small nod.
Smack!
The pain that shot through me felt like a burn mark on my behind and had me pressing myself into the table as if I could push through it and use it as a shield against the primate behind me. No wonder Sky had been screaming.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Knowing that it would cause Sky double the pain if she heard me scream, I only whimpered. She had already suffered enough.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I counted in my head, seven, eight, nine, ten. For every smack, I hated Archer a little bit more.
“Sky took seven hits, so you're taking the last eighteen,” he said and counted out loud, “Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.”
Tears welled in my eyes, my blood was pumping fast through my veins, and I turned around to let him see my indignation.
But Archer’s focus was only on my behind as he swung his hand again.
“Fifteen, sixteen,” he counted and finally lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Only two more to go.”
Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and a warmth spread from my burning behind and down between my legs, bringing Magni’s words back to me. Was it possible to be both aroused and furious at the same time? The first stroke had been a painful shock to my nervous system, but either Archer wasn’t hitting as hard anymore or my brain was producing chemicals to change the pain into a twisted type of pleasure.
