Page 41 of Sunshine
“What are you doing?”
“Stay still. I’m only taking you to the porch. Unless you’d rather my crew watch instead of just listening?”
A string of curses fly out of my mouth and if he wasn’t so damn big and strong I’m sure I’d be flat on my face on the floor. Instead, I’m firm against him. So tight in his grip that he’s able to squat with ease and grab the milking stool.
“Now, feel free to holler and complain because this is going to hurt.”
“Fuck you.”
“We’re doing this on the porch is for two reasons, Sunshine. One, I don’t mind if my crew hears. I have a reputation to rebuild. And two, I need room to get a good swing on this belt as I whip your saucy ass.”
He plops down on the stool and dumps me across his lap. The stool’s short so he has to stretch his long, long legs out and my knees practically touch the deck boards, but I don’t complain. I don’t dare make a noise that anyone will hear. “We’re starting with my hand though. I want to feel that ass heat up as I spank you.”
“You’re a fucking sadistic asshole and I hate you.” The words aren’t much louder than a whisper.
“Okay, Sunshine.” The condescending prick sets the belt down in front of me, chuckles and pats my ass. “Don’t you touch that belt now, missy. Not until I ask you for it.”
I growl. “Oh shut up and get on with it.”
I shouldn’t push him in case he decides to take my panties down because he’ll definitely notice the arousal-soaked center. And that is the absolute last thing I want.
Case laughs. “You really are asking for this.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth the first several swats land. They sting but I’m not worried about the pain, it’s the embarrassingclap, clap, clapthat echoes loudly from my porch that couldn’t possibly be mistaken for anything else, that has my attention.
It isn’t long before his hand picks up speed. I’m squirming, blocking the swats and swearing at him after mere seconds of the new rhythm. And thoughts of people hearing are replaced by me urging him to stop.
“Enough! You’ve had your fun embarrassing me. And my ass hurts plenty enough.”
“Honey, do you know how this works?” He shifts me, like a doll, which is another form of humiliation because I’m not a petite little thing like Paige. I’m lean but way taller than the average woman. Too bad he’s a giant among men.
“I’m in charge here. I know you’re used to being in control, but honey, no one can be in control while over someone’s knee getting their bottom spanked.” And when he moves me with complete ease, despite my struggles, to straddle one of his thick muscular thighs I want to crawl in a hole and have the earth swallow me whole.
“You son of a?—”
He stops me with a swat so hard I choke on my curse and tears spring to my eyes.
“Ow!”
“Behave, Sunshine, because this is going to get a whole lot worse sooner if you don’t. And trust me, you want time to adjust.” He starts up his punishing swats again and I’m holding my breath and fighting to control my emotions.
How bloody humiliating is it to be spanked like a naughty little girl over your sexy neighbor’s lap? God! Except my clit is throbbing with every single swat and I’m way too aroused to care.
And that arousal numbs the discomfort of his hand when it picks up speed once again. I moan and move my hips because each and every hard swat he lands, pushes my swollen needy clit against his thigh in the most delicious way. My face heats further when he stops and gives my ass a dirty squeeze.
“Are you enjoying this little spanking, Ms. Fancy Pants?” He rises, tugging me up with him.
I shake my head, afraid if I speak he’ll hear the huskiness in my voice.
“While I’d like to give you a sexy spanking that you’ll enjoy, this one isn’t it. Hand me the belt and let’s get to the part where you regret your bad behavior.”
I don’t move. “Get it your damn self.” I look to the belt curled on the deck beside us. “And if you think I’d ever let you touch me in a sexy way you’re delusional.”
His big hand grabs my throat, his thumb shoving my chin up. “Fight me all you want, Tessa. I will win. You will learn not to cross me.” With his free arm around my waist, he pushes me back, spins me, and leans me against the railing, his hand, now cupping my nape, holding me there.
“Don’t move, woman. We’re just getting started.” With a booted foot he knocks my feet apart.
I swallow hard as he scoops up the belt. The jingle has frisson shivering through me as more juices flow from my pussy. The first stripe makes me lurch forward and hiss. My foot flies up to protect my ass.
“Fuck.”
