Page 7 of Punished by the Cowboy
“Bad girl,” he scolded. He placed a few intense swats to the yet untouched sensitive flesh of her upper thighs.
“Oh!” she squealed. She struggled against his firm hold, but her exertions were futile. Jacob wasn’t releasing her, and he wasn’t about to settle for a few playful smacks either. Elizabeth would receive the real spanking she craved, and even a tearful plea wouldn’t sway his determination. Besides, shehadbeen fifteen minutes late, and she’d also confessed to being disobedient at work.
She both craved this and deserved it.
The pale skin on her bottom turned a bright shade of red under his skillful hand. When she struggled anew or pleaded for him to stop, he responded with sharp slaps to her thighs. It wasn’t long before the color of her thighs matched that of her punished backside.
“Will you be on time for our next date?” He didn’t miss a beat as he continued spanking.
“Ow! Yes. I promise.” Her voice was scratchy and full of emotion.
“All right. Ten more slaps and then I’m sending you the corner.”
As promised, he smacked her bottom ten more times, hard slaps designed to push her to the brink of tolerance. She howled and twisted on his lap, and by the time he finished, he heard her sniffling. His heart contracted to hear her cry, but at the same time his soul rejoiced. She’d confided her desire to cry during a spanking to him. One of her ex-boyfriends had suggested she seek counseling for this facet of her kink, but Jacob saw it as a healthy way to release pent-up emotions.
He felt an overwhelming sense of tenderness for her, in this moment, knowing she’d shared an act with him that was arguably more intimate than making love.
Yes, she was most definitely the very woman he wanted to come home to every night, and now that he’d found her, he would never let her go. The possessiveness he’d experience earlier jolted through him again.
She fucking belonged to him, whether she realized it yet or not.
