Page 22 of Ride With Me
Crap.
He moved into the living room in four long strides. “Girls, it’s time to leave now. Savannah will talk to you later. Thanks for coming over.”
They jumped into action, vacating the house in a matter of minutes.
Emma gave me a wink as she left. It did nothing to help with the rock in my stomach.
Logan walked back into the kitchen. He planted himself in front of me, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “I think we need to have a little chat.”
I knew all to well what alittle chatmeant. I opened my mouth to protest, then closed it when common sense won out. May as well not dig myself into a hole, or at least any deeper into the hole I was currently in.
Logan’s Dom voice was in full force. “You agreed to be my submissive for the next week or so, correct?”
I nodded, chewing on my lip.
“Should a submissive be respectful to her Dominant? Or should she roll her eyes?”
“She should—I shouldn’t roll my eyes. I’m sorry. I’ll be respectful,” I assured him quickly.
“That you will, doll. Let’s go sit in the living room for a bit.”
I swallowed hard, then rose without a word. Maybe he was going to let this one go.
Did I want him to, though?
I was sure another spanking would hurt. But I’d asked him not to leave, to follow through. Thoughts warred in my head as I followed him into the living room.
Logan settled himself on the couch. “Over my lap, love. Drop the pants.”
I bit my lip. “But I—”
Logan’s eyebrow rose. “Yes, doll?”
I shook my head, thinking better of it. “Nothing, Sir.” I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down to my knees. My face heated as I pulled my underwear down to join the pants.
Logan took my hand, guiding me over his lap. “I know you get excited when you’re around friends, love, but we let other people handle their own relationships. We don’t interfere.” His hand rubbed over my backside, then began to spank with firm, quick strikes. “We treat our Dominants with respect.”
I wiggled as he peppered my ass with sharp smacks, whining as he increased the force. “Ow, Sir, please, I—”
Logan ignored me, continuing to spank in earnest.
As the pain grew, my eyes pricked with tears, then overflowed. It only took a minute before I gave in to the spanking, my muscles relaxing against his strong legs as I cried.
Logan landed a few sharp blows to the spot where my bottom met my thighs.
I let out a yelp—partly at the pain of the smacks on my upper thighs—ouch—but also at the sound of a door opening.
Logan stopped, tipping me upright and pulling my pants back up.
I turned to see who had opened the door, and my tearstained face burst into flames when the handsome vet walked in.
Ben chuckled as he glanced at me. “Better behave, honey. Looks like Logan knows how to handle naughty girls.” He turned to Logan. “Can I have a word?”
I fled up the stairs without a backward glance.
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Logan
