Page 8 of Punished by the Cowboy
Chapter Three
Liz, beautiful and petite, squirmed in her seat as she nervously twirled one braid around her fingers. And she had plenty reasons to be anxious.
Jacob moved around the table toward her and folded his arms across his chest. She sank lower in her chair. The contrast of her pleading blue eyes against her silky auburn hair and pale skin was startling, and he’d found it difficult not to gawk at her all evening. The fringes decorating the breast of her shirt reflected in the light as her chest rose and fell in little puffs.
The thought of wielding his hand against her bare bottom left his cock swelling rigid with need. It had been a long time since he’d had a girlfriend who shared in his particular interests. Years, in fact. He’d been so busy since the death of his uncle, trying to run several businesses at once, that he spent most of his nights alone, all the while wishing he had someone like Elizabeth to come home to.
His blood heated as he stared at the pretty young woman before him, with her cute pigtails and her worried, but excited, expression, and her intelligent blue gaze. Instinct told him she was everything he’d been looking for. He’d never felt such an intense pull to a woman before.
His pulse thundered in his ears, his anticipation and his need to be balls deep inside her spiraling to epic heights. God, he had to have her, and soon. But only, of course, if she wanted him too.
“Stand up, Elizabeth.”
She obeyed and stood before him with her head lowered, the braids hanging over the front of her shoulders. She looked so adorably repentant that his cock hardened further, pressing hard against the front of his pants. He reached forward and jerked one of her braids, just hard enough to get her attention and draw her eyes to his.
“I’m sorry I was late, sir. It won’t happen again. And, um, I’m sorry about reading those naughty books while I was at work. That, um, won’t happen again either.”
“If either of those things happen again, you can expect an even longer session over my knee.”
He basked in the vulnerable expression she displayed, as well as the slight tremble of her hands. Despite her visible fear, he would bet his entire fortune her panties were already soaked, and he intended to discover that for himself soon. In their last online conversation, they’d decided to set no limits on how far they would go on their first date. A short time around Elizabeth, and he understood her. Her eyes exposed her secret yearnings, and he knew she would be disappointed if he didn’t at least spank her tonight.
Spinning on his heel, Jacob fetched a chair and dragged it several feet away from the table. He sat down, hands flat on his knees, back ramrod straight, and his eyes full of challenge, silently daring Elizabeth to place herself over his lap.
He wouldn’t force her—this time. If they entered a more permanent relationship, he would obtain her blanket consent and paddle her bottom good on his schedule, whether she protested or not. This first time, however, she had to take the first step and submit by coming to him. Once she did, he would take over and push her limits of endurance.
She’d never experienced arealspanking before, and he had to make certain she could handle all a relationship with him entailed.
A heavy ball of unease settled low in his stomach as he awaited her next move.
Would she submit?
“Take off your boots first.”
Elizabeth exhaled and slipped out of her cowgirl boots. Taking slow, deliberate steps, she made her way to him barefoot. She lingered at his side for a moment, took a deep breath, and then lowered her body across his lap.
There. She’d done it.
She’d placed her trust in him and yielded to his authority.
He shifted her higher over his right knee and wrapped his free leg around hers.
“You’ve been a very, very bad girl.” He used his sternest tone.
She wiggled and her body rubbed against his painful erection. “I-I’m sorry, sir.” Her voice was husky with a mixture of lust and fright. God, it made him so fucking hard.
Taking his time, he pushed her skirt up to bunch at her waist. Plain white cotton panties covered her little bottom, and he examined them in awe. He’d shared his love for white panties with her during one of their first chats online, and he doubted she’d selected this pair of underwear by chance. She’d left her apartment hoping that at some point in the evening, he would turn her over his knee and give her a spanking.
“Beautiful.”
He ran a hand over her backside, caressing the area he was about to punish, squeezing and rubbing through her panties and paying equal attention to the flesh outside her panty line as well.
A surge of possessiveness rocketed through him as he fondled her bottom, causing a brief disorientation to shake him to the core. His desire for the woman draped across his lap spiked like a thermometer in boiling water, and his movements stilled.
Time for the bare-bottom spanking he’d promised her.
He pushed the pair of perfect white cotton panties to her lower thighs, drinking in the lovely view of her pale cheeks. Well, they wouldn’t be pale for much longer. He raised his hand, preparing his aim.
Smack!He delivered a swift blow to her right cheek.Smack!He then struck her left cheek with the same force, and set a rapid rhythm of slaps as his hand connected soundly to her bottom. She gasped and squirmed, and when her hands flew back he effortlessly pinned them to the small of her back.
