Page 30 of Motivating Mira
I whined and he narrowed his eyes on me.
“You tried that trick already and instead of doing this, you spent fifteen minutes across my lap getting your backside blistered for whining.”
“And an hour tied up in your bed,” I added. His eyes turned lusty, and I bit back my smile. But if I thought I’d won I was wrong, because he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to the desk.
“Lose the bottoms.”
My eyes widened. “My pants?”
He nodded.
I obeyed him quickly, unbuttoning, unzipping, and shucking off my jeans while he left the room. When he returned, my pants were in a haphazard pile on the floor. He bent down and scooped them up, his tongue clicking at my messiness.
Folding my jeans and setting them on the back of the sofa, he said, “Open your laptop and pull up all the pictures of your work.”
Grumbling, I leaned forward to open my computer, but as I did a searing swat landed hard across my backside and it stung so badly, I bolted upright, grabbing both cheeks in my hands.
“Holy crap!” I looked behind me at his hand. In it he held a black paddle about the width of a smart phone but double the length.
“Let me introduce you to the procrastinator. It’s conveyor-belt rubber. Packs a punch, doesn’t it?” He twirled his finger. “Now turn around and open your files.”
I eyed it with dismay but turned around, bending back over to click on my photos folder. “Shouldn’t it be called the anti-procrastinator?”
Another swat landed and I squealed at the horrifying burn it left on my skin. Panting to keep the tears pooling in my eyes where they were and off my cheeks, I opened the file folder marked paintings.
“Good girl. Perhaps I should call this the motivator instead.” He rubbed my bottom. “Stand up and move to the side so I can look through these.”
I obeyed without comment and his mouth curved down and he nodded at me. “This might be my favorite new toy.”
I didn’t dare comment.
“See this here?”
I looked where he pointed. It was a painting done in mostly gray scale, with red used to pull the eye to the focal points.
“This one is my favorite.”
He pulled up the website designer and stepped back, motioned for me to add it, but as soon as I started, the rubber paddle landed again. I screamed this time. God, that thing was horrible. Once again, I was fighting tears. “Remind me to never ask for your help again.”
“You say that now but wait till you start getting buyers and commission meetings.”
I swallowed hard. “But will I be able to sit for any of those meetings?” I grumbled. He chuckled darkly and once again rubbed my bottom. It was so nice I almost purred.
“Okay. Pick your favorite next.”
I took too long, and the paddle landed again. I squealed shooting up right and bouncing up and down on my toes.
He pointed at the screen. “Pick. Now.”
I obeyed and finally picked one, a landscape of the lake and mountains. He looked at it and smiled while I leaned forward and waited, elbows on the desk, ass on display, my heart and belly a mess of nerves and my pussy throbbing with need.
He picked a bunch more, selecting them with the mouse. I blew out a breath when he kissed the top of my head. “Put these six on the website with the others and publish it.”
I obeyed quickly, although I closed my eyes tightly when I pressed publish. “Does this mean we can do something fun now?”
“Are you saying that wasn’t fun?”
I pressed my lips before shrugging. “That paddle wasn’t fun.”
